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Father’s Day

June 19, 2011

My own long gone, a miserable sort of fellow, who I feel sorry for & hope he is in a better place.

As for me, as I walked along the beach, smelling the fecund odor almost like a morning after sex, I thought of all my lost children — I’d be getting millions of cards now if I hadn’t wasted my stuff like that.

Oh well, what else is it for? Most of it to be wasted, tossed between sheets, washed down the legs of some woman in an alley, wiped on the back of your trousers. I would have made a lousy father anyway.  It may happen yet.


From → Ponderings

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