MADAME SNOOZE
I remember that guy said to me once, "Madame
Snooze wants to suck my dick. I'd love to let her,
but I can't find it." I wanted to laugh, but, no bother.
Those were the days of long ago - the stupid guy
was probably 50 then, when I was 20. A million
worlds apart and I couldn't figure out. Now I'm older
than he ever was, and Madame Snooze is probably just
as dead. As he was? As she? To be? Beats me?
I will say, there was a time and I remember it well,
through the 1970's, when you couldn't walk that westside
street in the morning without stepping over 15 for sure
slimy, used condoms thrown to the ground. Disgusting
shit everywhere - they'd park their cars over next to
Javits, on those big ramps, and just have their go at it
for money, and drive away. I never knew where all the
girls ended up - it's like that Seinfeld skit where the
Cadillac guy has the loaner car in the parking lot because
in that lot his own car is being used for sex. The babe and
her guy get interrupted in the back, she comes out swinging
and the guy escapes. 'You just cost me 20 bucks, Mister.'
It should always have been so easy. The world's a perverted
place; all those persnickety dildos running everything, talking
two sides, slimy ass-mouth, lies and perversion everywhere
you look. It's all denied besides, and your supposed to
believe in these schmucks and do what they say.
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