Female Prayer: Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray for a man, who's not a creep, One who's handsome, smart and strong, One who loves to listen long, One who thinks before he speaks, One who'll call, not wait for weeks. I pray he's gainfully employed, When I spend his cash, won't be annoyed. Pulls out my chair and opens my door, Massages my back and begs to do more. Oh! Send me a man who'll make love to my mind, Knows what to answer to "How big is my behind?" I pray that this man will love me to no end and never attempt to compare me to my best friend, Amen.

Much to be modest about, bleak finances (eke living) pushed heavily-laden, wooden-wheeled peddler's cart thru immigrant-teeming streets of lower east side; morals this side of shady; coterie of associates who can do her no good; pronounced incompetent at pettiest criminal activity (my larceny ain't grand, rejected from all five major crime families); vaguely promising housing situation (recently "upscaled" from gutter to curb); muddled musical milieu (one album: tony bennett sings wagner's "ring cycle"); disturbing nostalgia for pre-"disney-fied" 42nd street; tendency to make the scene just as things start to wind down; and lastly, ineptitude and lethargy at and with everything she sets her mind to. ON plus (???) side of ledger: smooth rate of mental disintegration; "iffy-league" (not ivy) grad: attended "horrid," "saint" "francis" with "skirt-on;" collection of natty threads (shoes from italy, dashikis from africa, skirt from costco); world-class sprinter's speed (running from creditors) and popeye-like biceps (from lifting stacks of rejection letters); proud possessor on the sexual prowl of a retarded gnat; illustrious lineage (dad a cop who migrated south to realize lifelong dream to be a day-laborer; mum worked at only bordello in capone's chicago where the workers paid the customers); just formed new gang, the "quips and broods;" ambition and verve at taking credit for mere act of breathing; angel o'er me (knocked over by hit/run ambulance driven by volunteer lawyer, rushed to hospital in taxicab); staggering willingness to tackle problems already solved; and refight battles settled eons ago. SEEKS even less in man. if my call to mediocrity catches your ship off course, and a lifetime of relentless boredom pocketed with episodes of sheer terror, is your cup of tea, then write. are you grammatically challenged, a poor speller, wanton purveyor of emoticons, correspondence school or typing academy alumna; do you sport grainy, fog-enshrouded, shadow-lad, telescopically shot personal pictures that capture absurd angles and would do a female cia photo analyst proud? then by all means, welcome! (even better if no pic at all, as this hapless siren derives infinite pleasure from writing to a void.) HERE'S the capper: will worship don having least eclectic musical taste; who's politically incorrect enough to see the taliban behind every tree, and al qaeda plots aplenty; nor is moved by every child's laugh; leans politically so far to the left that he is back on the right; is in the forefront of those rushing backwards; barely got past the publisher's blurb for "the kama sutra;" is oblivious to the charms of NYC; hasn't experienced chemistry since high school; is utterly out of touch with himself and uncomfortable in his own skin; makes the clumsiest transitions from hectic urban weeks to rusticated country weekends; relishes wallowing in past mishaps and blunders; and plods thru life like spielberg's jurassic dinosaurs, only springing into action to point the finger of blame or ladle out in shame for retribution. BROTHERS, i ask as little from myself; i know someone with all these minuses to his discredit is out there; now stand and be counted baby! (now, even tho' we're at war, saddam's in the bag and osama's next), we shameless layabouts must flirt apace .

There's only a few good men and those are the U.S. Marines. Gone astro traveling, heading for NYC, need R&R, I love NYC!!!

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