For the holidays, I feed those that have had to pay too much capital gains tax. For those that are not terribly literate among that grouping; I read stories about about the greed and control wielded by government. I find that it mitigates their repressed feelings of pseudo guilt about their own ‘light dabblings’ in greed and control.
the man so lonely: he regretted unsubscribing to junk mail companies
the man so incapable of sleep–: the first time he took clozapam (anti-anxiety pill) was was when his brother gave him two before boarding a flight from New York to Argentina to visit a reformed hooker named Juliette. His brother told him: “Take two of these, you won’t wake up you fucking insomniac.” The man took two pills of clasped with a brand name water than intensely bothered him, as the label showed emaciated people in the background looking at a dam of water fall into a verdantly furred black hole. He took these pills shortly after drinking almost undrinkable wine, and listening to the woman seated next to him prey about her all her children (which comforted him in a mild and unembarrasing way until she got to a boy named Hermoso Hermoso who did something with duckling that did not make sense. Our flying man fell asleep for the entire nine or so hours of the plane trip down to the southern hemisphere. It was awe inspiring for him. He knew not the gauzy tongue of a deep When he awoke to the lights of Argentina, the spanish speaking woman did the sign of the cross over him and said in Spanish (which I will try to translate:) I thought you were dead, you looked so happy Mister.