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the camera has a mind of its own. this is true, a plain & honest natural fact: they were on the water-level shelf below me, i was eating wheat thins and stony farm plain yogurt, looking out at the young people peoples plural below me -- a couple off to the right, boy with not a whole lot of untatoo'ed dorsal real estate remaining, girl with stretch marks of possible equally-regretted youthful pregnancy; another couple across the wild pool, baby yet another baby blue bikini, considerably upstream, making their way from boulder to boulder, heading upstream, but, of course, microscopically close in my telephoto lens. such lovely complexions these young people do ha! ve. everyone loves my dogs with the possible exception of foreign grad students, of whom there aren't so many anymore, what with homeland warming, green cards gone brown even with all this rain, even with the stream so high now, lapping against the water shelf upon which these two undergrads are perched, at which my camera just happens to be pointed, at their near-naked bodies, christ, how much less fabric could i possibly dream, let me tell you of my dreams, they've twice as much cloth and half as much light, this is a tame life i've lived, believe you me, other people's fantasies you can't safely half search strict or moderate, god forbid you should turn the filter off, but me, my dirtiest most shameful imaginings, virgin school librarians can call up the whole set and more, pop-up windows be damned! doesn't make sense to me either. this i now know: were i to die before this sentence comes to its end, well, let me tell you this, i'm dying a happy man, because i've been to the top of these rocks, i've seen the promised land, ostensibly focused on it while panning surreptitiously near straight down to these young women below, less than half my age, which is the worst long division a man can do, if you've never done it, well, do it now, you who are so young, hah, you who see young nieces and friends' kids born and seated in cars as if tb shot to the moon, you see these creatures from a distance, with your long longest longingest lens, you who can't get off the single thirty-something unmarried dime, i'm talking to you, heather, driving your reliable unamerican slash unreliable american car, or, what, is it true what they say about the new fords? it's not true what they say about the new fords, but listen to me, brothers & sisters, the worst you know about hp sony aol, it's all true and more, i've been to the abyss bottom, i've seen all the reneg'ed customer-service slime and christ! wake up! look around you, look at what you've done! the kids are now teens, they're college students clogging your one and only main drag like the clot fixing to swim salmon-like to your ancestral lizard brain, impelled to your cerebellum by the urge to breed, sex, nothing more, nothing less, let's not go there because, after all, need we imagine a more dire mortality than these two girls not ten yards closer to the very core of your being, the molten center of your planet, on a rock not quite yet engulfed by the sweet flowing waters of your senseless adolescent senescence, bestial knees of neediness, thrice-neic'ed nescient voracion, arguable avuncularity, you! au pair employer, meretricious middle-aged minion of many minxes, humble ! and harmless, hah, all the while your hidden heart hammers like a whore-mongering hamster, hirsute, hung like a horse, relatively, considering he's a hamster, banging out a stutter-stepped syncopation of degradation, depredation and sin.
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