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Wow, this was an exciting
argument... when I came up
with it a couple days ago.
But fleshing it out,
this tree has revealed
itself: a twig wrapped
in autumn leaves.
blow, typing. Blow them
away. Then pass and type
your way to another tree.
Much like
a dog.
heh... with
just as high
aspirations.
Ooh, that does
look yummy.
You can afford
smokes, Dije, what's
a little chocolate
added to that?
Just send mom a
smaller check this
month... you know, if
she wouldn't starve
herself rather than
give less money
to her church.
sigh.
You tire
me, world.
And "no",
i don't want
your fucking
chocolate.
Even if it is
fairly traded.
Hey Dije. Sorry, this week has just been
an eternal trudge uphill. Everything I've
written needs to be re-writ because it's
crap, I don't know if it's my birthday or
what, but I just needed a friendly voice.
And you
called me?
Hi?
Mom?
Why are
you calling,
Diogenes?
Do I
need a
reason,
mom?
You need to stop
sinning with other
men and get married,
that's the only rea
son I can think of.
So, "Love"
isn't reason
enough.
That
would show
love. And
respect.
OKay,
bye then.
You send
my check?
Yes.
Good.
click.
So, you've gone and gotten yourself
fired, and now you're left with no-
thing but your magnum opus. Almost
a million words and no focus.
You've convinced yourself
you've been "doing it", Dije.
For years now, working on this
all-important work and support-
ing your whims as well as your
ungrateful mother with a job of
stature, and one you've hated.
You've even huffed yourself
up about being moral enough
to wait for that perfect gent
to sweep you off your feet.
Nothing worse
than a hypocrite.
Especially you, Dije,
just pathetic fear
cloaked in pride.
Despite it
being a very
handsome coat.
And so Dije told
the crackhead that,
oh my, the peasants
are revolting. Except
he didn't mean uprising,
he meant disgusting.
Somehow it lacks
the hilarity in
repetition, frank.
Oh, don't let him get away
with that, it was hilarious.
If we had more people like
Dije, the streets might be
clean of that kind of trash.
I said it
as a retort,
because he was a
bit rude today,
he's usually
very nice.
You're on a one-on-one
name basis with the
gutter punks now?
I just care enough to no-
tice, and at least he's not
a soulless fuck like you.
You can't say that
to your supervisor.
Sorry, Frank, i just
did just say that, and
you are my supervisor.
Well, Dije, not any more.
Dije
diogenes
Portland Oregon
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