"All right, your peahen can suck up chianti through more orifices than most humans & my bird can fly, but Kiwi & me communicate all the time. We have our own language consisting of clicks, chirps & whistles. Didn't you know I speak fluent bird? He's not such a bad dancer either. I'm still just a piece of cake, you know......" The last 'phone text', 14 years ago.....from one of my most eccentric friends...now, unheard from.....who, as a teenager, almost a half century ago, sold his ass in front of his father's bar in NYC.....then, moved to Atlanta and nude-modeled for other artists for a while.....even wrote an illustrated book.....before becoming a weirdo hermit.... Moments ago, I noticed a long-time neighbor, wandering in her front yard...up the street.....wearing a 1950's negligee, trimmed in pink feathers, and matching bedroom slippers with sequined heels......I began to think about my own attire and 'changed' from my phosphorescent skeleton pajamas and matching elbow-length rubber skeleton gloves....to a pair of jeans and T-Shirt......How absolutely dull! Then, on CNN, I scanned 'our Senate'.....everyone wearing suits, ties and lace-up shoes, conservative hair cuts and a layer of frighteningly-flattering makeup.....Hmmmm......With Artists, at least you can see what's being served......With Politicians and Normality-Seekers.....who knows what's lurking beneath those 'fabrics' and their 'tissues of lies'?
