Gary, I hope you mention pork or bacon
because it seems to be a trend.
Although I'm not going to say anything more about it.
I think, David, I think I'm off the pork after that.
Now I want to support the factory workers, but what could
I do?
That was some harsh--
there's some harsh realities there.
This one is from my book.
People keep thinking it's about fashion.
I'm not so sure.
Your one good dress should never be light.
That kind of thing feels like 100 shiny-headed waifs,
backlit and skeletal.
Approaching, dripping and in unison murmuring, 'we are you.'
No.
And the red dress (think about it: redress) is all neck hole.
The brown is a big wet beard with, of course, a back slit.
You're only as sick as your secrets.
There is an argument for the dull chic, the dirty olive
and the Cinderelly.
But those who exhort it are only part of the conspiracy.
'Shimmer-shmimmer', they'll say.
Lush-smush.
Do not listen.
It's a part of the anti-obvious movement
and it's sheer matricide, ask your mom.
It would kill her if you were U-G-L-Y.
And is it a crime to wonder, am I?
In the dark a dare, am I now?
You put on your Niña, your Pinta, your Santa María.
Make it simple to last your whole life long.
Make it black, glassy, or deep.
Your body is opium and you are its only true smoker.
This black dress is your one good dress,
bury your children in it.
Visit your pokey hometown friends in it.
Go missing for days.
Taking it off never matters, that just wears you down."