a bit of me and some for Larry King

Listening to Amy and creating a concept of sleep I can master.
But while that's going on: a few words.
So much in the caboose.
So little parchment.
Read that Hitchen's critique in the National Post and was embarrassed by the journalist's nose so close to Hitchen's asshole It was a long gaga full of enormité that tried to read pretty.. But I do respect the writer Hitchens so I guess publishing your lip drool in a national newspaper is about as close as putting it out there as you can get.
But I know what you mean.
And I guess that's the most important thing.
Spoke with Lilly. I opened up in strange ways. Unexpected, I guess, is a better word. But fine.
Tell the truth.
Tell the truth.
Tell the truth.
Odd how difficult that is, isn't it ?
There are people who see things differently. Intensely. Cruelly.
I saw Ingrid Betancourt on Larry King while I was trying to tire my body with exercise after a particularly trying work day.
I watched him do his thing.
I watched her being who she is: a victim of unimaginable horror talking on TV. (An intelligent, articulate pacifist also, I should add.)
It was fine. Strange but fine.
Fine.
Until King asked her if she had suffered sexual abuse in captivity.
(!)
What the fuck was that all about ?

And I believe he preambled it with a something akin to 'and what's on every ones' mind is...'
It is on every one's mind and they must be given the time to get over it and remember the essentials:


While FARC are cruelly depriving fine folk of the fundamental joys of life. Family. Friends. Freedom,
the American populace is wondering whether she was raped, gang raped, or sexually brutalized.
Is that what you're saying Larry ?
I know you hesitated. You left it for later in your question list.
But you know what ?
You should have skipped it.
And I think you know that.