Poor Jim. Never to know. Never, never, NEVER
really to KNOW what's going on in the minds of
those bastards.
Does she love me? She says she does but maybe
I misheard. Maybe she said loathe. Maybe she didn't
say anything. Maybe it's a hallucination. Maybe
she's not there at all. Maybe it's only me here alone
in an empty, whistling universe of my own imagining.
Maybe Berkeley was right all along. And, anyway,
what does she mean by love? What do I mean by love?
Is love a valid concept? What did Hazlitt say about love?
What did Nietzsche? Or Heidegger. Now there's a man.
Or was he a man? What evidence do I have he was
a man at all. Maybe he was actually Hitler in a pair
of lederhosen. I once saw a picture of Adolf in Alpen
gear. Or did I? Maybe I only imagined it........
Alanzopine 5 mgm tds - increasing, if necessary to 10 mgm
in four days.
Scottie B.
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