Sunday, April 18, 2010

I) Interregnum, explanunum

 Palm trees and prom dresses and a freakout creature fear flight of and from fancy which was later (in the car, in the car, in the car) in the car described thus:

"Have you frequented funerals, or went a wake in a room rammed with ripened flowers?  Remember the almost unbearable pungency, that you can hardly barely breathe?"
He turned the car radio down low, stopped dancing his head around, and said: 

"It's not like that."

"Well it's the best I can come up with."

All the little birds getting brighter and brighter until some schoolboy Darwin finds himself arm-in-arm with a glintz peacock in a diamond clasp between her nubile shoulderblades and somebody shoot me now I'm off into the darkness shouting for help via texts of despair and a bum in a navyblue sweater asks me for a quarter.  A quarter of what?  I only have a dollar and in exchange he gives me a cigarette, my tuxedo tie loose and lack, slack, that's the word I mean.  The best I can come up with isn't always good enough.  I want to live my creative life like a flower.  Unfolding at the height and prime of brightness and attractiveness, then falling away, petals on the wind, a sweet fruit left bearing more flowers in the years to come.

"Does that analogy apply, the one about flowers?"
Blaze of neon on a sign sighted (surprisingly through car window) revealing.  Fleeting fires, these lights, our life.  He said,
 

"It works. It works. It works. It works."

"It works"

 Slivers of brilliance disappearing down the bumpy boulevard, boozy older broads, (who calls them broads anymore, Pete) searching for a score in sagging clothing clothing sagging scars, and in the car (in the car, in the car) I can see my future clearly as the past, in the rearview lights in lines receding fast.

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Thursday, April 15, 2010

How to correctly hold on in a moving train

How to correctly hold
on in a Tube or subway car .....

No, No��..the older guy by the door

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Wednesday, April 14, 2010

I) II, (two, 2, too) caramba. Or, How the TAKE IT OFF mentality pervades both then and here and now.

Hello all!
I hasten to inform you that
it’s official.

I’m dying.

Who the fuck was I kidding? I'm totally not smart enough to be living.

I hate everything. I never want to get out of bed again. Everything just keeps getting worse. I can't fucking catch a break anywhere. My life is wreckage, and every attempt to put it back together is a massive failure.

Mmm...dusty Gatorade from the abandoned bomb shelter.


I have this sneaking suspicion that cable television is, in fact, the number one cause of death in America. No wait. Not cause of death. What’s that called, the thing that you’re doing when you die? You know… dying…

I’ve just texted my brother to find out.

He’s a doctor.


>>>>>But I dunno, maybe he’s not.



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Going nowhere. But at least I’m sticking to it.

I have this idea for realizing WHERE things are Coming from and deliberately choosing Different paths of behavior. The exchanges that have led to this have exhausted me but I'm not going to admit that I am an emotional wreck on the internet. A line like that would come back to haunt me..

I wonder what has caused such a sluggish response in my brother: "Oh Brother Wear Arthou?"

The Golden Girls just stay golden year after damn year don’t they?

Oh there’s my brother now: “How do you get a Colorado grad off your front porch?” he asks, “Pay him for the pizza”

Haha.

Oh, and here is an istant message from my friend Witkitties: “I am an emotional wreck “ -DMM
A most improper usage of words there. I’ll be insanely grateful if no one mentions anything in connection with this again.


>I'm out like a trout. Up? How do trout go out? Charmaine? (sp?)_

Laaa dee da la la.
Ten4 Done4


And all that
jazz
-D.M.M