Thursday, January 11, 2018
All For Love
-But during all the awfulness,
you still loved her, right?
-Let’s get this straight, like,
immediately! Everybody
loves everybody else in
the midst of the shitstorm!
-Why you getting angry?
-Love. Love makes me angry!
-That’s perverse.
-Thank God you’ve NAILED it!
Allows me to breathe again.
Labels: conflict, couple, love, perversity, sacrifice
Wednesday, June 01, 2016
Subject
The new rulers even more perverse
than the last ones.
As a result, dogs now walked people.
With my Spud, chaos, as he drops my
leash from his mouth and goes running off!
But he’ll return, of course, and we’ll resume.
Law supposed to humiliate me, but my neighbors
prove nice. And bring treats for me as I wait.
Mr Kensill lingers. Has a question he has
trouble getting to.
Would Spud walk him also?
“We can try when he comes back.”
Labels: dogs, insolence of office, perverse rule, perversity, tyranny, walking the dog
Sunday, November 10, 2013
The Power of Names
Experimenting With Nuts
“Abrupt them!” went the Doctor's direction.
“He's inventing a verb.”
“Whatever. How's it going with yours?” Claude
asked Jerry.
“My patients are batting 500.”
“Mine about the same.”
Anyway, makes no difference the context,” laughed Jerry,
“I just snap Name? LAST NAME FIRST!"
"As you’re supposed to, but what's it proving?"
"Ours not to reason why."
Whatever it proved or disproved, the program
went reasonably well until the new aide read
a forgetful patient his name. Trouble was he told
him the wrong name. So Bill Halkins became
Walter Sygminski.
And really did, from that moment. The unit thus
gaining an additional Walter.
When it was reported to the doctor, he got mixed up
and thought that Claude was the miscreant. "You need
a week off. You must have several vacation days coming.
Take next week, and that's an order.”
“But...!” got him nowhere. He swallowed yet another
injustice.
But the travel agent found him a place of
undemanding seminars and health whatevers.
And it was Bird Watching Week.
Claude bought a beautiful manual, and loved the
pictures. Absolutely loved them. Lingering over them.
He was very far from unwound, though, that first
morning when Rilly came to fetch him for a 7 am
massage. It being dark he stuck close to white-clad
Rilly, who chuckled hoarsely at Claude’s stumbles.
The lamplight in the studio showed him that
the departing Rilly was blind.
Brenda, the masseuse (perfumed least Shalimar), didn't
quite snap it, but Claude, in some still-sleepy perversity
he'll never grasp, answered her request for his name,
“Sygminski, Walter.”
Brenda embraced him. Rilly, outside, had overheard,
and reentered to embrace both together. Jinks, from
the next booth, rushed in and did the expected.
Whereupon the quartet swayed, emitting a high-pitched
"Walter! Walter!"
Labels: experiment, health farm, mental health, perversity
Saturday, July 06, 2013
Perversity Politics
The Perfect Republican
-You just repeat mindlessly what you’ve heard
from Rush and Hannity.
-So?
-You don’t mind being used?
-Hell no! Helps me get off. My sex, Son!
-Disgusting!
-I hope.
-Gross decent people out!
-My prayers answered!
Labels: Hannity, perversity, Republican, Rush, sex
Sunday, November 25, 2012
Of Choice
-You did it exactly backwards. Upside down.
Young physician, puzzled.
-How come it made me feel better?
-I don't know. I can only suggest the Treatment
Of Choice.
Whose choice? I wonder. His profs in med school?
Pharma drummer dropping in at doctors’ offices
between golf dates?
So...what the hell...I'll do it his way. The obvious
strategy would be to pretend my last method
was his, and then depend on Irish Perversity.
(Substitute your own brand before Perversity.)
Oh, well, shouldn't ever end with an aside...if
you wish to keep the few friends you have
in a world recalcitrant itself.
Labels: doctor, Irish, perverse, perversity, pharma
