Exercising Demon

Exercising Demon
I still feel my kidney. I wonder how I got that. You know, I was thinking about that Confucius sketch that appeared on TV. Like much of my work, it's very personal. I can't believe how open I've been about my life in front these monstrous predators who steal my things.

For instance, sometimes I remember my mom in a dream. It's 1978, and she's doing her exercise routine in the kitchen, along to her favorite calypso record. That's how I learned all the words to Belafonte's Mary Ann. And did you see all the people on the stage at the end of that sketch? Who are all those strangers, living it up in my heart? God, what a nightmare.

5:03pm Wow. Is it ever hard to get a computer in this library. And I got on one earlier and it signed me out in two minutes, as if someone else had been into the library system with my number and password for an hour here already this morning. I'll let you know when the seats mysteriously open up here, maybe after a couple of nights of seeing police cruisers posted on every intersection of the road outside.

I don't have the time to speak as long as I would like under these conditions, which is the goal of the criminals who suppress truth in my case. I've been enjoying old Brit-coms at home. I used to watch them with my mother, growing up - I hope that doesn't sound too creepy - and you know how something's always funnier when it makes someone you love laugh. A lot of it is bad, too, I know, but no badder than our bad comedy. And how can you not love the British women of comedy when they have such nice personalities and they're always smiling and such good dancers? They'd fit in well with some of my ideas, I think. 		  
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