Tuesday, January 26, 2010

The Sea of Tranquility

Sometimes you feel like a nut. Sometimes you don't. But we mustn't forget the times we do feel like a nut, which, invariably, cause us to slip between the creases of time and space into a void of loneliness so great as to cause one to howl sexually at the only other creature so large and so lonely as us--the pale, languid, horny tide-puller moon. If, by chance, sometimes we do not feel like a nut, one might suggest a moonlit, coastal walk, where the tits and ass of the ocean have never caused a more violent erection of lunacy.