Hugh's Erotic Secret

Just for that little one who's on name-only terms with friends, I have decided, independently, to reach into my bag of sticks until I find the biggest in length. Holding it aloft and aiming it at the sun, I will then lay down my weary shoes in front of me and sit barefooted on the dirt, where I will recite everything that means anything. Soon the sun will drop from view and I will be crowded in darkness and strange. I will forget everything that meant anything and return to my little house to sleep. The next day will see me wake and wash and eat and leave and, eventually, return and eat and sleep. Which is why I've decided to rid myself of my brain and live thoughtless from now on.