FRIENDSHIP IS ALL

 

 

Always endin up at the same place.

Ambivalence.

“The way out is via the door.

Why is it that no one will use this method?”

Well, Confucius, let’s take a look.

Door number one says hate, number two says assimilate, behind the third door, well, everything points to this, we all go through this one soon enough, what’s the rush?

 

The only thing that keeps me playing for time is the thought of what it would do to my friends. Don’t argue, I have friends, fuck you, liar, don’t deny you dig me sometimes, it’s in the way you look at me when you think I’m not paying attention (I’m always paying attention).

 

I look for the prefabricated corruption in friendship and just don’t see it. Sure it’s based on the values of the marketplace, friendships go bad a lot, we are selfish creatures, deal with it, but it can’t be marketed, is not an institution like marriage, defies commercialism, how many things can you say that for, America?

 

We made it up, it’s our doing, no one forces us to let people into our lives, we get to decide, these are not billable hours, it is meant to be pure, and may actually have possibilities.

 

Nothing else keeps me scared of what’s behind door number three, the one place on earth I don’t mind bein locked out of, no, can’t, won’t, will not do to what’s left of my friends what I know my friends who left did to me, irresponsible motherfuckers.

 

Does this make sense, or is there a woman in the house? Accidental baffler, no exactitude or precision, or maybe that’s me, sorry, ploop fer brains, and yet, thanks to women pal you’re lucky to be alive but if there’s nothin shakin come this here July let’s not roll ourselves up into a big ball and forget what Ruth Gordon said, “to be somebody, you must last.”

 

Hope I answered your question Confucius, that’s it.

 

IS

It

ENOUGH?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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