I, Frustropo Gigio (aka Tropo Frustrigio) … [frustrated with some trivial thing - no wait! I remember!] —

I , FT/TF, was defeated by annoyance at the ‘raging’ clash between my sometimes(!) falsely-perceived ‘awesomeness’ of the extent of my knowlege of and ‘experience’(!?) with the French language (as taught by various ‘Québec’ and/or French, Belgian, ‘Acadien’ (and I’m sure even some ‘English as a First Language’ teachers) (der, dat’ould be dem anglophones ))… teachers over the years](!) and my OCD / ‘perfectionist / control-freak’ voice/aspect which screams, “YOU SHOULD -KNOW- BETTER, YOU USELESS PIECE OF FUCK!”):

“I CAN’T let myself be lowered to THAT base a standard! AUUUUGH!!”

Him: “SURE you can! You just have to WANT to…(!)

♪ A double-bed and a stalwart lover, for sure, these are the riches of the poor… (i want the one i can’t have) ♫

♪ and one sweet day, in an emotional whirl(!), YOU WILL BE GOOD TO YOURSELF and you will come ‘n join the girls… BE YOURSELF, BE YOURSELF; come to the Palms and SEE YOURSELF…AT LAST(!) you’re ALIVE…again … ? (all the lazy dykes, Moz-Art™ )

I leave-yers, amongst this rubble(!), with an infinitesimal ‘grade’ of Moz’s inspirational / muse-worthy ‘POWerrrZ’:

~All the Lazy Dykes~
(Moz-ART, Our Sexalacious Maudlin Hero of the Millennium™)

All the lazy dykes,
Cross-armed at the palms,
Then legs astride their bikes,
Indigo burns on their arms

One sweet day,
An emotional whirl(!),
You will be good to yourself,
And you’ll come and join the girls

All the lazy dykes;
They pity how you live…
Just “somebody’s wife”…
You give, and you give,
And you give, and you give.
Give, and you give.

And one sweet day,
An emotional whirl(!),
You will be good to yourself
And you’ll come and join the girls…

Touch me.
Squeeze me.
Hold me too tightly.
And when you look at me you actually see me…

And I’ve…
Never felt so alive…
In the whole of my life
In the whole of my life

Free yourself.
Be yourself.
Come to the Palms and see yourself
And at last… your life … begins(!),
At last your life begins…(!)
At last your life … begins…(!)
AT LAST… YOUR LIFE… BEGINS…(!)

Dear Stevie-”pee”:

You’ll touch ~anything~. For that alone(!!), I adore you.

Much love and molestabation,

~Raygun