Monday, May 23, 2005

the search for signs of intelligent life in the universe

I have discovered, as I always discover every time I move, that I am essentially,
without the shopping cart.

Aren't we all, pretty much bag ladies, except that our carts don't have wheels, and are bigger?

Donald Trump is a bag lady.
Paris Hilton is a bag lady.
Queen Elizabeth II is a bag lady.

It's all just. STUFF.

And yet I cling to it tenaciously as a decorator crab, sticking it onto myself until I am crusted over with accoutrements that somehow define me, but they don't, they burden me and you can't fit much in a tent cept your own carcass and maybe, if you're me, an IKEA clothes rack from which depend a kimono collection and a beaded ball gown... Miss Havisham on line two...


Blogger Boz said...

In sympathy with your plight I have been having dreams about moves in my past, both real and fictional.

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