I've got this whole monolog from John Connolley or Lawrence Block.
"If she was hitchhiking I had to admire her style. I stopped the car and got out and, holding my porkpie hat over my crotch, and walked over to ask her if she needed help in finding her bra. It wouldn't be the first time I'd used that one for a pickup line."
Goes on from their becoming increasingly vulgar. Hey, she started it.
You can tell someone they suck and the only reaction you will get will be the typical out of touch Old Fart. Bart Simpson cliches with the same attitude we used on our parents coming 'round hard to bite us in the ass. Saying "You suck" is a minor offense, so is you sucking...
All started with cocksucker. Real fighting words back then. But you gotta know that everyone in Nashville saw Brokeback Mountain but nobody was seen seeing it, if you get my drift. Worthy of a treatise, the rehabilitation of a phrase from the height of vulgarity to the slang of an child. A fall into banality.
Nashville. Who would have thought that the first time I fell in love it would be with a city. Nashville was egg salad with the shell left in. Nashville was a pale, green plaid disco suit with shape pointed boots and a gold ascot taking business meetings as an agent. Found it it was a narror field and people were interested in keeping it that way. The city stuck into me deep and when I struggled to shake it loose I only sank her claws deeper into me.
I love words. I love people just like a normal person does. Wait a minute, that came out sound creepier that I had in mind. Too close to the bone. A paticular combination of words can flash across my mind and turn on something that can only be satisfied by the ending of the poem, the hook of the song or the barb of the written word.
Much is made of inspiration and the atristic tempermament. I direct people to Lou Reed's 'Work" You don't want to work, go do something else. I have a feeling if someone pointed a gun to my head and told me to write what he said I would have to so 'no'.