bob nite

Good manners. Suspect morals. Fast-as-a-dagger wit. Disorienting whimsy. Not to be trifled with!!! Own worst enemy. Fatalistic w/ a capital-punishment F. Anti-model of health. Ill with no added luster. Party combustor. Burning w/ faulty wires. Breathtakingly naive . . . .A naif? No, a knave! Celibate? Jesuitic! Oversubtile, infantile, puerile, discarnate, excarnate. An ex-con in fantasy life. Existing on the plane of impure thought. Nothing pure about me! Skippy bail. Went six months straight, not very long ago, eating nothing but peanut butter + jelly sandwiches, save for the odd pizza pie swiped from Chelsea youth hostel. Adult ambition is to be criminal defense attorney. So long as I get to appear exclusively in Nite Court. Can't bear prospect of diurnal office existence . . . . Have sympathy for human weakness in most every manifestation. Contemptuous of plain folk, i.e., their being, not their sins, and despise people who presume that I want what they have. No stranger to the compulsive act. Can come across as uptight and aloof, but this is a surface phenomenon. (Although it's true, I'm highly strung. Neurotic. In need of intensive psychiatric treatment, if I were a salvageable case, if I wanted to change.) Often shockingly irresponsible. As in, most hours of most days . . . . Not big on small talk. Would rather talk nonsense. Increasingly radical in my political instincts. (Looking forward w/ glee to generalized societal collapse.) And yet I remain a skeptic, ain't no believer. You could say I take the easy way out. Slightly eccentric, very very very (tres chic) lost . . . .