othelladub's Diaryland Diary

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cycle of madness

catholic intuition

gem was a toy that had catholic intuition. yeah. she had that good ole' catholic intuition. and she was truly outrageous. truly, truly, truly outrageous.

she summered at the st. regis in laguna beach. or was it newport?

her role model as a youngster was Sir Thomas More. "A Man For All Seasons"

She believed in the batting cages. The men, who had slid into their uniforms effortlessly, swung that wooden phallus at the throngs of leather testes that flew by. She believed in the sanctity of baseball. A holy thing to be treated delicately.

And the pigeons in the dugout scattered when they heard that the chickens had come home.

And all was quiet for a while. The madman with the curly hair spit on the ground, and heard growling in the street. He walked around menacingly, nervously chattering as he awaited the commands of the plump dog.

And he kept that summer tight. Tight. Sweat dripped in the dark, as a city felt the tension.

No streetlights were on.

Vampires didn't exist.

There were no knights in armour.

No jewelled princesses.

And men with t-shirts printed with graphics of other men bounced up and down, singing, as the night wore on.

A guitar was being played somewhere. But the night was still.

Apprehended.

And the city released a sigh.

and 100 years would pass.

and again it would begin.

1:57 a.m. - 2002-05-25

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