In preparing for the first performance of the
 – Nico our Lady of Chelsea Girls Choir –
for the Dada Ball, I was reminded of
this helpful mantra for moving through
the Seven Stations of The Nico.

I am not afraid of my inner Nico.

I am afraid of my inner Nico.

Liebes kleines Mütterlein
Nun darf ich endlich bei Dir sein
Die Sehnsucht und die Einsamkeit
Erlösen sich in Seeligkeit.

If you enjoy subjecting yourself to emotional blitzkrieg,
please consider viewing Capturing the Friedmans .

For those who prefer physical violence
(with lots of jouncing cleavages)
Faster Pussycat, Kill, Kill
featuring the fascinating Haji..

Infants like me.
One put her little starfish hands
in my mouth today and tried
to pull my teeth out.

Incidentally, I met Lawrence Fishburne yesterday
in the Bicycle Repair Shop.
We discussed the virtues of various local banks,
and the pitfalls of extortionist automatic tellers.
He seemed like a nice enough guy, I suppose.

My life will be changing somewhat drastically
in a matter of months. All in all, I feel
relatively calm about this.
That may not be so
when it all comes to pass-
but I can only wait and see.
It may be better for me to revert
to a more natural state of solitude,
of private space, and individual freedom.
That being said,
I may also be pulling out a hidden cache
of sad country music for the lonesome prairie,
for a spell or so..