ex-gf i never met is booming at 1080p on my television now, every goddam hair of her nostrils. JESUS FUCKING CHRIST she looks tired and old… as U2 chants “STILL HAVEN’T FOUND WHAT I’M LOOKING FOR” on the kitchen radio. 5 days and 12 noon until the 25th anniversary of the moment i left Tampa for this multi-horse town… almost said multi-hearse. happy for aforementioned ex. she wanted to make it into the NYC market and be taken seriously here. can’t tell from anything if she didn’t just wash up on my television by accident. she married a farmer for his sperm which, i’d bet cash cash money, is less healthy than mine. huh huh… to me (0ver the phone, only over the phone) she talked about fertility, my flawless teeth, her flawless teeth, and how she was “GOOD BREEDING STOCK”. despite that dysfunctional procreational weirdness i was enchanted how she talked so lovingly and passionately about Australia, she talked of her continent’s “buttcracks”, those hairless desert outbacks she saw from network helicopters. it was awesome to hear her call in, from satellite phones and aeroplanes, her nationalistic passions which had nothing to do with my goddam cock. i could have done alright by her by just staying out of her way and doing my work. i will always credit her with informing me of “ETERNITY”
Arthur Stace: Eternity
