Sunday, May 15, 2016
Oriental Notions
-With the new bullet train, Etsuko had to decide
faster than she was used to.
-The romantic conclusion?
-She sent her brother to turn him around at
the station.
-Thus, Malcolm back to Massachusetts?
-And Etsuko into the practiced arms of a man
who runs Yokohama jewelry stores.
-Her gracing each in turn: Kimono, and offering tea?
-Wouldn't want to short your stereotypes.
-How about Malcolm's? American True-Blue!
-He goes with the woman who manages his
softball team. All facts and figures.
-Not THAT type!
-Not in the bedroom: she only stops to pee!
-Grossly American! I can't even VISUALIZE
Etsuko's tinkle.
-From the people who brought us The Bataan
Death March!
-She transcends all History!
-Did you ever see Nelly make water?
She pisses a hell of a stream.
It goes for a mile and a quarter.
And you can't see her ass for the steam.
-Make it all vulgar! And folk!
-What it is. Hey! Pretty little Etsuko saw
her life and then invented it!
-Like we all don't?
Labels: Bataan, Bataan Death March, folk, grace, Japanese, match-making, Romance, sex, softball, vulgar
Saturday, March 21, 2015
Yes, the Neighborhood Is Vulgar. No, It’s Not Always Unwise
-She says she can’t live without me!
-What do you say?
-Not much. I hardly know her. She’s making me up, and then
falling in love with the, the...making-up-thing that she...
-That’s cuz you’re handsome!
-(soft) And stupid.
-But, you’re a man! Have you shown her that you’re a man!
-Not really.
-What’re you waiting for? What you think SHE’s waiting for?
-For ME!
-Damn straight!
-Well off he goes! Romance in his pants! We’re not doing her any favors.
-Hey! That’s love. And insanity. She’ll get over him FAST!
-And we don’t even know if our hero can get it up.
-Evidence from the Y’s shower room indicates a miraculous
surplus available! Could have charged admission.
-Having anything doesn’t mean you know how to use it.
-A freak with the IQ of a rubber plant!
-His mother speaks well of him.
-And his Aunt Dot?
-Of nobody!--Albert Schweitzer and Mother Teresa made to feel
like crumb-buns.
-I can’t help it! I love that kind of woman!
-You’re sick!
-Ah yes!
Labels: critic, endowned, enfatuation, Mother Teresa, neighborhood, Romance, Schweitzer, vulgar, Woman
