My life is pending. Confusion is omni-present. Heaven forbid that
anything should offend old ladies. Today is MLK day. Now what does
Martin Luther King mean to me?
He represents a race that is not mine that I see needed some help.
It's difficult to rise from slavery to equality. But the authorities
are so set on deifying MLK that I can't help but distrust him.
I know that these authorities stand for oppression, human slavery, and
the destruction of everything great. Why they stand for these things I
don't know but it is apparent that they do.
No, what MLK Day means to me is that I can't go lap swimming because
the school pool is closed for the holiday. Seven-Eleven is open; they'd
love to sell me more alcohol but the pool is closed.
You see, water really stimulates my mind and my soul. All my best
creative work is done around water.
I'm listening to this Native-American flute music; it needs to be
harder and angstier. But then the cuppies wouldn't like it. "Cuppies"
is my new word for corporate yuppie, which is really what's emerged.
You've got all these goofy conformists going around with this limited
liberality; they love politically correct causes as long as they
wouldn't offend Mrs. J. Edgar Hoover.
They'd kill you for insulting MLK but heaven forbid that we should
actually help the blacks out of the ghettos. Fuck, I wanna go