Faux Tears

Tweaker Siddhartha appeared again yesterday...as usual he was "gacked to the gills" on crank....grinding his teeth, casting Felllini-esque shadows and spewing buddhist thoughts at Mach II....supersonic koans and meth driven zen riddles...Tweaker asked me if "faux tears ever dry"? I know better than to give Tweaker a verbal response...so I just opened up my palms, pointed first to my eyes and then to the sky...I felt a little guilty misleading a drugged-out monk by implying all of our tears are God's tears, as I think we should all respect the Saffron, but Tweaker was unfazed. He took out some string, artfully wove the string into Cat's Craddle....then Jacob's Ladder...he had me hold onto Jacob's ladder while he snorted another rail and wandered off....


The foregoing is dedicated to the memory of Kurt Vonnegut Jr....I think Kurt is now having eternal lunch with Kilgore Trout.