Friday, June 08, 2012


It would be so nice to have a body. Even if you're worried about big thighs or cellulite or a kind of pock mark or something, you can sit on a bench & bring your legs up to your chest, rest your elbows on your knees and smile at the moon if it's still out. This would be morning time, sitting on a bench with the sun on your face with the hanging, still moon above. On the bench, you don't really have anything to worry about except your sunglasses getting crushed on a table next to the bench by a tray or a big book if you have your eyes closed & you aren't paying attention.

And with cellulite, it's sad that you have so many people worried about that -- mainly women -- but you'll see a man walking a pair of matching dogs with some kind of sports outfit on but you can see he's got a gut under that top. You know that walking those dogs around the block is his exercise & he's going to go back to his fancy marina apartment and think, "Boy am I pooped after all that exercise," and he pours himself a whiskey & soda and sleeves away the sweat on his forehead. "It's 10AM and I feel fit as a fiddle," he thinks to himself.

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