I followed some links today, and came across some Brazilian gay porn stars. What a sad looking little fellow he was. Yes, life could be sweet but life is oh so short and the bloom goes off the rose so quickly, and the leaves wilt and the petals fall to the ground.
I told myself that I would ‘emotionally detach’ from the lives of those around me, but I can’t do it. I still feel everything.
What is even sadder to me is that Brazil is so very far away, and even if I could not get a sad little Brazilian gay boy to believe that I was the Prophet of YAHWEH, I would, at the very least, like to be able to perform my gig, do my Lenny Bruce thing, for that sad little boy from Brazil, and all the other boys in Poland and other places far and wide. You see, YAHWEH is coming, sooner or later, yes, it is coming, it is coming, it will come, and I am haunted by the thought of ignorant porno stars, who never heard the sound of my voice, cringing and hiding under beds, only to come up from under those beds and give their souls to the religious right and become short term poster boys for the ex-gay movement. And to think that if only I could have somehow, someway, beaten the odds that are always stacked against me, and did my gig, while it still might have been true that a little sad gay boy was hiding under the bed because of the wrath of YAHWEH, at least that boy would come up from under the bed jubilant with joy instead of being some boy filled with superstition ignorant dread, the victim of thousands of years of religious vomit on the altar, and then become a ruined porn star.
For this reason, I would like to urge anyone, anywhere, to tell anyone, anywhere about Lenny. It might be to embarrassing for you to tell them about the Prophet of YAHWEH, preacher of the Garden of Eden, so therefore I will make it a little easier for you, and you can tell them about Lenny.
