Riff on Harold and Maude
18 Apr 2004

How dare you give me this existance, this gift I can't return? How dare 
you display one hundred dazzling, neon options that gray and rot in the 
night? Why give us the desire and the ability now but withhold the 
knowledge until we're folded and sleeping?

What's the use of all these borders, lines, and patriots - why can't we 
use the fleeting seconds of this gift? You gave it to me, but now you 
want it back.

Why is it so hard to pull off the plastic? I must have misread the 
directions. I thought they read, "Apply one razor or muzzle. Failing 
that, insert sixty pills and one bottle cognac." It's not that I didn't 
like the gift, it is just that there were malfunctions.

You said it came in sets. I went to the market and I kept buying the 
ones from the same series but it turns out they're from a different 
pressing. I had the wrong colors in mind for the first twenty years and 
then I misread the box for the next thirty.

My metaphor is collpasing. A gift, a life, Toys-R-Us, Barbie boxes. 
Return return return.

"If only I were stupid, then I wouldn't have to think of these things." 
The only genius is found in the insane. They know what they know.

It was vintage then it was classic. It then became fifty cent bagrain 
bin. The changes cascading, I can't hold this pile any longer. Clack 
crash and I'm sorry, I will buy you a new one.

I want to buy you everything. One shot, one gift, one life - get it now 
try it now love me now. You only ave one chance and haven't lived. 
You've died a few times.

Oh god oh god. I forgot it. I forgot, moldy - too late. The shop's closed.

How dare you give me this gift? This broken, tortured, pretendsohard 
present - the existance. Unique, no other match. Lost (poof) to time.