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CAT
Prices are rising. Everyone is complaining because it has been an overnight "into orbit" sort of thing. Your stock's ascent is similarly meteoric. It's exciting but it fills you with dread. You're hoping you get somewhere before you burn yourself out and fall to earth. Gravity is not your friend. A better ally is inertia. It keeps you from being too rash, from popping off and doing stupid things you will later regret. I can't imagine you choosing inertia, though. It's not only boring, it makes you feel sort of creepy and powerless. Too bad.
DIAMOND RING
Come of age! Be adult! Hey, but what does that mean? Does it mean I'm restrained, dignified, wise? Well, sadly, no. It means I enact all the garbled entre-act I've been observing all my life (always without comprehension, mind you). So. What is that you want out of life anyway? You like that question, don't you? It's fun to trampoline it around a bit. The truth is, our minds are too puny to ever answer that question except with a series of clichés. But, mastery of the cliché is part of what it means to be (or at least masquerade as) a fully-realized man or woman. Hey. Stop resisting. You don't have a choice.
SATIN GLOVE
The existential razor is poised above your wrist. How will it feel when it grazes your skin for the first time? You're doing this just to scare yourself. How selfish of you! Think of those whom you're scaring who can't grab the safety razor from you & fling it out the window. You feel rage and joy and searing pain all at the same time. You can't say what it is. I can't either. Sometimes I run. Sometimes I dance. Sometimes I retreat into my little narcissistic autistic world where I annoy myself and all those around me. Once you've seen that ugly frontier between life and death you are made half-maniac by the need to replicate it over and over and over and over again. Save me. Save yourself. Well, it's a nice little drama if you have the time.
DEAD FISH
The mirror never says good-bye. I never lie. Which do you believe? You have a horror of being deceived. Is that how you explain your hyper-vigilance? I like it. The attention is gratifying. Today is a day that will plunge needles under your fingernails. It will mock you as you clutch the stained but still silken rags you call your dignity. Who are you looking at right now? Remember that face! It will never be the same. Your presence on this earth is the ripple left by a beautiful gemstone dropped into pure water. I love you. You should do the same for yourself. You deserve it.
ROSE OR BEAUTIFUL FLOWER
It's one of those days - you know what I'm talking about. A day where you would buy your wedding ring at a pawn shop. A day in which you would consider turning your mini-barn into a miniature fishing cottage, and hooking it to a trailer. A day in which you would go ahead and fill out all those pre-approved credit card applications you receive in the mail. You don't know why you do these things - they just amuse you. You can't explain it to anyone, least of all yourself. Don't despair. You're not beyond redemption. In the meantime, trust your impulses. You're starting to scare me.
SHOVEL
The fence is not a comfortable place to sit, is it? Why are you still there? Don't tell me. I know. You've weighed your options and all are bad. They are so bad you can't even differentiate among them and determine which is the least of the evils. The outcome is inevitable, though. Look ahead. Look down into the cold, cold water. You either jump or are pushed. Push yourself. Get this over with. Eternity is like a David Hockney print on a wall. Smooth, emotionless, inscrutable. Do it! Count down the numbers. Ahhh. Bliss.
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