Couldn’t agree with you more, but sadly I feel some women shouldn’t be mothers or wives just as I feel some men shouldn’t be fathers or husbands and I blame it on the expense of life. Unless you were born with an acumen for and capacity to afford a practical education and enjoy a practical job, you are pretty much screwed and not in a good way. I have spent my life at a minimum wage job. While I was able to buy a house, I have almost nothing to retire on. My body, which is key to understanding capitalism will run its course, and never, I guess as an “artist,” with a “day” job, did I stand a chance of supporting another person. And the idea of a sugar momma was antithetical to manhood. So, in our world, unless you are a lying, cheating silver spoon punk or practically gifted, loneliness is your relational pattern. Coupled with a father’s early death and a mother’s impractical ambition too, you are pretty much sure to live quietly, if at all, because their are studies about people, who work at night and without pets. I had a few chances with love, but I was always destined to fail. Women were raised to be taken care of. The whole system is rigged. I finally see it now. COVID-19 put it out in the open. My love of the arts makes that my lover, not a human being. Those stories of the starving artist are true.

I wrote a song tonight after I scraped linoleum off the kitchen floor. One shoulder is separated and the other has a torn ligament (I think, I am not a doctor, wouldn’t that be nice?), before I did the kitchen. I end up adding insult to the injuries of my body with the revelries of my mind. My heart wants to climb out of my body and find a hopeful home, but that would be certain death. While I like the idea of you Wolfe, I see the pain of imploring you. The hideous laughter would be akin to a hyena’s. It is better I stay in the wild. Domestication is for those with a high degree of confidence.