what do you choose?  do you choose me?  “of course i choose you!”  I was getting a little annoyed.  For someone with so much confidence and so many people behind her, Ursula was actually a little insecure.  She keeps so busy she doesn’t have time to feel all the motions that she has—that want […]

     you win some, you lose some  now, for the first time in a long time—i was writing love poetry using a voice i won’t name to sound out the consonants and i was using Ursula’s voice, as I usually do, to pronounce the vowels—i tried on a few different voices when i was writing

     My breathing had been a little shallower of late, or I had been counting in longer strides, and, I figured, a four count might, in some cases, keep people out—or be good for email, but, in some cases, it was best to relax and do what felt the most comfortable—which, at this moment, anyhow,

     i have genuine concerns that once you make it to the top you’ll try and sleep with other people.  “let’s worry about that when that happens—or are you saying that you believe in me?  So why would i want to go somewhere else?”  i’d spent no small amount of time over the years trying

     it wasn’t happening to me; it was happening to him  “Who?  Picasso?”  here i was, making excuses for him, saying he couldn’t help the way he behaved—look at all the cigarettes he smoked—he had a mental illness, he couldn’t help himself.   since i saw the interview with Picasso, and heard his voice, i had

     What are you going to do when the world comes tumbling down?  It sounded like she was singing a song: “is that a song?”  i made up some notes to break through your defenses; I was beginning to realize that Ursula liked to play around—better than boredom, i figured, so fine.  As long as

     why do you think you should go to church?  You’re not affiliated with anybody—you don’t even like Christians—or are you going to go to a Buddhist church?  “They wouldn’t accept me.  Nobody would.”  Why, then?  “Because if I didn’t I’d never be around other human beings.”  so yeah, no church, and rightly so, since,

     who are you working for?  “I guess I’m working for the American people,” but that wasn’t exactly true, was it?  i was working for people all over—anybody that loved me, or would love me if they got to know me, etc.  “I work for love.”  then how come you’re a Nazi?  “How come you’re

     i am not free i hadn’t even said the passwords yet, and she already identified me; that spoke to me.  i don’t know what she meant by saying she’s not free.  In old-timey language that might’ve meant she was with someone—but I don’t think she meant that because everybody knew that.  Did she mean “I’m

     why is superman so cocky when people can’t afford to live in California?  who finds roommates acceptable?  i certainly don’t—unless it’s family.  “Who wants to wait until their forty to buy a house?”  nobody’s going to vote for the vice-president—(superman’s gay brother?)  “Rich white men stood up our country, but, let’s face it—nobody takes