I wish they would privatize the library already I would pay the entry fee at the door and walk in wearing my alligator skin boots and pin straight hair, moisture leaking from my lips. There would be handcuffs for sale and posters adorning Linda for sale everything's for sale.
The whole ordeal will start because my precious daughter will do a "what I want to be when I grow up" project we will buy stickers and glitter glue for the poster (her first lesson in advertising) and what she wants to be when she grows up, of course, is cEO of the library! After the presentation, all the boys will be mean to her for they all will have a crush on her every single boy in the class, will have a crush on her, can you believe it?
Her father and I are so proud! That's what boys do when they like you, you know? They are mean to you, they strip you and they squeal like pigs and they screech like hyenas and they pull up your skirt to get a peek, don't worry, I'll teach her that lesson young.
I'll teach her that when the boys act like wolves it just means they like her. Everyone will be proud of her forever and she'll have platinum albums on her walls and skin-tight latex suits hidden in the back of her closet and she'll drive a Tesla and she'll walk around with a headset that is fashioned around her ear with a microphone that hangs next to her open mouth.
I can't wait for her first ayahuasca retreat I can't wait for her first property acquisition in Joshua Tree I can't wait for her first government bail out
My sweet, sweet Linda! Promise mommy you'll only eat one meal a day and in return, Linda, I promise I'll part all of my maternal wisdom unto you like when you're jealous of somebody find a reason why their success is less meaningful than yours project your jealousy like good, sweet girls do. Make mommy proud Privatize the library!
I looked into the map, all scaled down and topographic; I followed the Hudson River with my finger. I started in New York City, where the whole world seems to begin. The Hudson winds and winds and winds through the upstate, bristling by Great American Cities: Poughkeepsie, Coxsackie, Mechanicville, Riparius.
You'll never believe where it ends- or maybe you'll believe quite easily, no convincing needed at all. The Hudson, the most important river east of the Mississippi, ends (or begins) at Henderson Lake, outside of Newcomb, NY. Maybe an unremarkable place, relative to the path and pop culture of the mighty Hudson River. Maybe visible, distant on a clear day, from Algonquin Peak, or from Santonini Peak, or from the great heavens, where some Abrahamic God & a Christ & their likely little angels roost and judge an endless queue of human souls. Maybe they judge the animal souls too, since humans comprise simply one slivered slice in the animal kingdom pie. Would plants, fungi, algae, extra-terrestrial life, single-celled prokaryotes, sentient computer programs, or the voices in our heads qualify for judgement day?
Does the Most High, in all his infinite and overwhelming glory, hold in his Mighty Hand the eternal fate of spongy spanish moss draped from the limbs of the cypress? The fates of the fabled Hounds of Baskerville? of figurines carved from rare earth minerals? of the millions of buffalo slain through all the American west? of dormant slugs? of protozoa? of barnacles scraped from the old boards of the Ship of Theseus?
