the dead and the naked

Senorita Viva loves the lie. Anything she says can and will be used against her. Let's not make an issue out of this. Let's consign it to the filing cabinet. There's money in selling furniture with image, personality, charm. Love the leather. If you smile long enough, you'll feel good. Fake it till you make it. Objection your honor, calls for speculation. Sustained.

I'll go into the witness protection program. Senorita Viva is my name. I'll order some badly cooked Italian food, it will be alright. I won't think about that thousand dollar night. If people need to mention their compromising fantasies at meetings, I'll think about something else. Plenty of things to think about. No spirit. The spirit got sucked dry. This is my anti-meditation. Then there's the stop smoking medication. Maybe it will flatten me, inure me to indignity, do I deserve any less? If you're culpable, make it cope-able, at least, Senorita Viva, and trim those sideburns, it's called grooming, make a habit of it. The stock market don't depend on it, but your bank account might.

Yo, thou, you're due for some nerves, remove the stone of shame, attach the stone of TRIUMPH! Nobody said it would be easy. Just easy enough so you don't get hardened. So you keep coming back, running that prodigal circuit, transistors. The tents are for former child molesters, the kids don't go out in the woods anymore, so, former molesters. The woods are tranquil, there's ancestor spirits there, until the news crews shows up, a COMMUNITY of sex criminals! But that's okay, no news is bad news, it's an indian casino compromise, exposure, haha. Ha. Ah. Fuck.