The Greatest Poverty One Can Have Is

I Liked Bugs Bunny. He Was Pretty Good. He's Annoying As A Duck And He's Anti-proletarian. Daffy Duck I Couldn't See What Was Going On With Him. He Seemed Like He Was Angry About Something. My Favorite One Though Is Pinocchio. I Liked That Kid. He Was Made Of Wood. I Liked That For A Start. I Also Liked How He'd Tell A Lie And His Nose Would Grow. I Liked The Morality Of That.

And I Don't Think We Should Be Continuing To Propagate The Idea That Famous People Are Magical Or Special Because It Makes People Feel Like Their Lives Ain't No Good.

What Was Alien Was Being Ordinary, Being Humdrum, Being Trapped Into Appeasing...having To Crush And Stifle My Opinions, Not Being Allowed To Be Brilliant, Tricking Myself Into Mediocrity.

I Used To Binge-eat And Make Myself Throw Up. I Was A Fat Kid. Obviously I Didn't Quite Master The Bulimia.

Then, Of Course, Through The Umbilical Link We All Tumble Backwards Down The Spiralling Dna Staircase To One Common Ancestor In Africa, And Before That Some Bunch Of Curious Monkeys. Down And Down We Go Unto The Sea, Unto The Dust, The Single Cellular Dust. What Impulse Drove One Cell To Become Two? What Yearning Pulled The Fish On To The Land? What Caused Apes To Walk Upright? Some Invisible Magnetic Pull. Is There A Difference Between Attraction And Intention? Where Is Evolution Taking Us?