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January 14, 2003
"For we are the king of the boudoir, we are, and the king doesn't like to wait."
Last night in my dream I was watching cautionary presentations by female convicts who had been raped by prison guards. I woke up in my own bed, unmolested. What a strange accident that I am not a woman being raped by a prison guard. Who died to make me king?
Was it Elvis?
Was it Cole?
Was it Aslan?
Posted by didofoot at January 14, 2003 10:49 AM
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it was neil young's dog.
Posted by: marc at January 14, 2003 12:12 PM
word, i second and third your dumb luck. i suspect it was a king salmon, tired of swimming upstream for a good fuck, who merited such a love-spattered, pedicured afterlife.
count your blessings; can't make a souffle without breaking some blessings.
Posted by: porno skin implants at January 14, 2003 01:21 PM
i think that it's ok that you are safe in your own bed. maybe that is the answer.
Posted by: tracy at January 14, 2003 02:06 PM
yeah. everyone should be safe though, right? so why am I safe and happy? it's an accident of birth. I don't believe in all that holdover karma stuff. this is pure accident.
which means anything could happen to anyone at any time and no one is protected.
Posted by: didofoot at January 14, 2003 02:11 PM
oh, i see. well, honey maybe a cigar is just a cigar.
you are very lucky. i am very lucky. you are not only lucky, but you care deeply about the plight of the unsafe folk. you are truly wonderful, magnificent and magical.
Posted by: tracy at January 14, 2003 03:08 PM
thank you. i just wish my wonderful caring played itself out more as volunteering and helping and less as blogging. b/c right now, to the outside observer, I look alarmingly like someone who doesn't care.
resolution: volunteerism
Posted by: didofoot at January 14, 2003 03:28 PM
god... I love Stephin Merritt.
Posted by: Christopher Brandon at January 14, 2003 06:37 PM
I think it was Dan, not Aslan.
Posted by: sean at January 15, 2003 03:20 PM
oh sure. joke about the death of your friends. honestly, sometimes I think you must work for the squelch.
so after my whole "allen got eaten by the contras" suggestion, do i get to join the staff?
Posted by: didofoot at January 15, 2003 03:37 PM
i and my best friend sue were trapped inside a contra for three days.
welcome to the staff.
Posted by: allen at January 16, 2003 01:32 PM
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