my name is mathias and i came to say this: i’ve got a big bushy beard and kissable lips. and i carry all my fat in my ass and my hips, the rest of me is skinny as a stick. in the sixties my mom was hip and mini-skirted. she was raised as a catholic but then she converted, ‘cause she loved my dad’s religion and she loved him too. and that’s how i was born a jew. they lived and went to school in buffalo, but my dad decided that they had to go. the vietnam war would not be good for his health, and that’s how i was born in the commonwealth. where we’re born and when we die: we can’t control that. and life in between is just war and combat. there are targets you can shoot for and mines to circumvent, but most of life is an accident. i’ve spent time in peterborough and in winnipeg, but leaving is living if you just use your legs. everywhere is nice if you drink enough beer, so some days i’m there and some days i’m here. but it’s not about sowing my wild oats or whatever. i sowed my oats when i was young and i thought i was clever, and my oats all rotted in the field where they lay. so i’m oatless and unemployed these days. but i have a ukulele and i have a guitar, though i don’t have a house or a kid or a car. i’d like to keep it that way for as long as i can but you know what they say about the best laid plans. where we’re born and when we die: we can’t control that. and life in between is just war and combat. there are targets you can shoot for and mines to circumvent, but most of life is an accident. and an accident is something that you don’t plan, like the Y chromosome between a woman and a man. one day i might get hit by a bus or get cancer, but right now all i am is a fabulous dancer. so dance with me baby, put your hands on my hips, kiss my aforementioned kissable lips. wherever we are, baby that’s where we’re at. my name is mathias, and i came to say that.
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