Dear Lovely and Spike,
Did you ever have those dreams
where there's someone/something chasing
you
and it's REALLY horrible and
scary but you can't scream for some reason
and
it's made even more scary by
that ? And d'ya know when you actually
eventually manage to scream,
either within the dream or upon waking?
That scream is what the The
Divine David means to me.
The boy who reminds us that
the emperor wears no clothes, the voice
that
articulates so perfectly what
I would say had I but half of his panache
and
make-up applique technique.
He speaks the truth and makes
me laugh so hard that the tea and
masticated
maderia cake in my mouth come
spurting out my nostrils at a very
frightening
speed.
He tortures the self-righteous.
He is a gadfly in a world of
clones.
Two of his exquisite paintings
hang above my tel-e-vis-ion set. They
bring
me more joy than it ever will.
If Jim'll Fix It was still in
existance, I would write in and ask to be
Dishcloth for a day.
That is all.
Everything is lovely.
fondly,
Ruth Muffmonster