My son and My Daughter
are suffering from acute depression…
You see, there iare only five channels on the t.v.
due to some technical failure and
They are used to well over one hundred…
Due to the fact they live in one of the most affulent societies in the universe, they, being young, find it impossible not to react to every stimulus: impressed upon them - visual schizoid of images, the brightness of colours, the fludity of signs and their signification, the immense ego of infrastructure, corresponds to the shape of their own ego.
My Son flew into a irate tirade against a supermarket shopping assistant because they had been over charged by two dollars for a pack of pasta shells.
My Daughter is confident, independent, sure of herself, yet she buys pink dresses and hideous war paint makeup. I realise when she finds out she has been duped she’ll be an old lady…
My Son did not carry guns into school. He carried the shards of a homosexual heart, unopened, where’s the can opener for such a dilemma, don’t ask the chaplin!
My Daughter, crying because a boy put worms down her dress, just before he said he loved her. Boys are cruel, men are boys, men are cruel. Often they stroke women like coupons.
Well, children do contain the insanities of their family, but the danger lies in the world engineering to become a family.
From my straight jacket
the world is captured
by arms…