Tuesday, August 16, 2005

Point Them at Her

Use your health, even to the point of wearing
it out. That is what it is for. Spend all you have
before you die; do not outlive yourself.
~~George Bernard Shaw

What's the point? And your point is? He's my
point man. Point and click. Point that out to
me. Good Lord, is that a pointing device?
Maybe Doug Adams never broke point into
two syllables P and oint, P-oint Pink Floyd -
the answer to the meaning of life?
The point in geometry has no dimension nor
properties except location. In life, point's
dimensions are like ants around the pool - too
many to count and always in motion. So
being a point guy is like a back-up, an
alternate, a stand-in for the lover who says
she's simple but is actually
mega-dimensional. Knowing when assistance
hurts or actually helps..ready 24-7....Rosario
with man marbles...insatiable thirst for
affection...freer than handouts on the strip.
Here I could reveal the magic of dishwasher
soap on shower floors but I refuse. The above
statement is......comfortably numb. Today's
version is accented by lucidity and results
unlike before when it meant dreamlike and
fantasizing. Natural nature. The reality is
better than the wish. She keeps leaping into
the zone with same zeal and vigah as her
lover. Both know it. Posted by Picasa