Drooly Shirt

Now i'm in the airport, going baack home for the holidays.  I wasn't molested in customs, but they stole all my drugs!!! 

When checking ladies bras for the first time, you have to make sure you look like you know what you're doing even though you probably don't.  Just don't act like you're about to paw at them.

It might be a lot warmer where I'm going, there might not be snow.  It might just be windy and brown.  Brown! 

Now there are senior citizens sitting beside me.  They have so much medication on their persons.  They've been frightfully molested there in customs.  They're probably going to see their children who have long ago neglected them. 

On the plane I might read Six Walks in the Fictional Woods (or something like that) by Umberto Eco.  Or maybe The Psychoanalysis of Fire by Gaston Bachelard, or maybe The Uncanny: Experiments in Cyborg Culture. But probably I'll take the gravol and accidentally rest my head on the person next to me and drool all over his or her shoulder, ruining their clothes and not paying for dry cleaning and not giving them a gift card neither, not giving them anything at all except a drooly shirt, hahahahaha!!! 

I'm interested in Cyborgs these days.  I had a dream where all the cyborgs were "Female", but they each one of them had penises on the inside of their thighs which provided no other function than enabling more pleasure.  They would attach pumps to their penises, and tubes, too, and they could connect with each other, and have multiple orgasms.  I would like a vagina on my leg.  I would use it to carry small round objects. 

I'm wearing my grampa's pilot ring for the flight.  He fought in the war goddammit! 

Sometimes if I'm taking a long flight overseas somewheres the flight gets so long and there is so little leg room, it's almost maddening.  But if I've been meditating, and if my destination is dubious or cause for nervousness, or if I have no money, then I'd like the flight to last forever because you get free meals, and drinks, and you have tv in front of you, and there are other people there.  Sometimes I imagine that is what death will be like.  One long plane ride, maybe infinitely long.  I know you're thinking about all the orgies that would happen.  Well, let them happen. 

I'm going to go cross country skiing! 

Hopefully all of your holidays are making smiles.  And that, if you like assorted meats and cheeses, then you will have plenty.  Or maybe you like eggnog, well hopefully you have enough nog for as many eggs you have.