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is one of The Viv’s faVorite words.
I would venture to say that it’s one of everyone’s faVorites.
Not just because it’s fun to say and that it starts with the letter ‘V’.
The attraction of the very word lies within the concept of VACATING her day-to-day-mind-numbing-hellish LIFE.
For The Viv, the mere idea of VACATING and ESCAPING that oft-wretched suckfest of a life for one, measly frickin’ week a year
happens to be the lifeblood, that magic elixir, that gets her through the other miserable 51 weeks.
for that single, precious, sustaining
wherein she enjoys being
The Bon Vivant.
Most days —
(including a well-padded maximum-security facility)
(with really good food)
But, for that single-precious-sustaining semana,
The Bon Viv chooses,
to be in
There simply is
I’d rather be.
I want to
It is my DREAM to live in one o’ those quaint little cottages on the boardwalk (preferably somewhere between 6th and 16th streets),
to wake every day to the brown ocean slapping the man-made jetty, and to spend my lazy days on my cute little porch gawking the
vacationers in their Sunsations-seasonal-skankwear parading and/or making dunderhead decisions in driving various non-motorized
vehicles up and down the boards.
As for dying in OCMD,
I, Sassy Viv,
do hereby decree
I wish for my leathery cadaver
on the Bull on the Beach fryers.
I want The Dingus
to put me into a lashed harness
(with 320 lb. twisted poly line, of course),
ram a sturdy spar and spreader
up my crispy ass,
and then launch
my charred carcass
in front of
The Kite Loft
to allow my CinderViv self
across the boards and the beach.