The Lost Cause...

Beloved Howard,
" 'It has always been a dream of mine to be on the show'...said the befuddled beggar who had been invited to share his story on Oprah...not realizing he had just lost the dream"
The beggar was ofcourse in his right mind to have said it....one does not necessarily always know what one is saying when faced with the most impossible emotion to handle...invincibility....
The loss of dream is ofcourse true in every respect but does the docile ever sit to consider the loss??....does he mourn the death of his mistress for forever?....does he go to bed feeling empty?...these and many more after these messages...

"The Princess has taken flight...and is off to join Prince Charming...with his large penis and his new car...
The Freudians of the world are sizzling the wooden elevations...
The Shakes-His-Belly-Like-A-Bowlful-Of-Jelly guy is ofcourse on seventh heaven...
The Wicked Stepsister has fallen from her pedestal...only momentarily Im very certain...
And several other mistresses have now been turned a blind eye toward...

Getting back....the loss of limbs is a very certain inevitability, only the docile yet again never sit to consider it, until ofcourse the lights have all dimmed, the spilled champagne has been cleaned, the applause has ceased and the people have forgotten your name again....not until that very moment do we realize that its all very good n all....but it is the definite end of purpose and a reason for existence...
The only beffudling consequence of this realisation is more beffudlement and ofcourse a very uneasy settlement with the prospect of A LONG LONG wait...until purpose knocks at the bloody doorstep again...and we have to force ourselves grudgingly and ironicall out of our mighty slumber and our deep self imposed exile to go out and face the world and the light and yeas the prospect is very endearing in the "long run", the immediate consquences are worse that thant he lack of purpose.

Goodnight Love
Urs Unsettlingly,
Choleric