Wednesday, December 7, 2011

the evolutionary slot machine that will destroy mankind

I am going to New York.

This week has not been much of a farcical romp. Maybe in New York I will recapture my elusive whimsy.

Whimsy and romp: these are the things I live for.

Prancing, too.

But you already knew that.

This week I have been sullen and morose.

I realize I have used a lot of adjectives.

Sometimes when writers feel sullen and morose, they turn to alcohol.

Not me.

I turn to annoying descriptors.

I need to recapture the zany.

Zany is what I am.

I am the walking personification of Klezmer music.

I will tell you if I find anything in New York.