Monday, May 28, 2012
OFF--I have been off my blog for a while, and so I was a little pissed when I came back to my page. Apparently, the "platform", the "set-up" I'm on, the "Blogspot" I am on decided to mix up the pallette. Why?! Now I feel like a damned neophyte again, trying to figger ou' how to scratch a "kat" symbol onto the fucking wall. Well, what's done is done. If I ever feel like commenting on this site more than once in a blue moon, I reckon I'll figure this shit out.
Tuesday, May 08, 2012
APATHY
The place in which I work is located--smack-dab--next to an urgent care medical place. I was up for a delivery, so I was glad. I walked out the door and damn-near stumbled over a young woman sitting on the curb. She had painted her toenails blue. She had her head buried in her hands and I could not discern a breath from her. She was like a statue.
"It's gonna be all right," I said to her.
She was like a statue. I could not discern a breath from her.
I took my delivery, thinking often of what I should say to her. It ain't my business, I know, but....
I came back to the shop and the statue was still there. She had not moved an inch; she had not shifted a bit. I began to think, is she dead? I think, actually, she was thinking the same fucking thing. Am I dead? Where is God? Why?!
Listen: I am a dick. Through all medical no-no's, I survive. I am resplendant in being a fucking cock. But I could not just walk past a sufferer. That wouldn't be Christian, would it? You know how many people walked past her? Four that I could count.
Where the hell did Compassion go?
lse
Obviously, the girl got some bad fucking news. She statued. But, you know, you can't go giving Love to every poor sufferer, right?
Why not.
Why not? Is there some kind of stupid motherfuckig quota on that?
Love. Just love. And maybe not even love...just have some compassion. Have some fucking empathy.
Sorry. It just pisses me off.
What'd I say when I came back from the delivery? Something stupid like, "Are you okay?" I could have said much more. I coulda said, "It's a set-back. Be strong." Or this: "I have been through the wringer. I have faith in God and Jesus Christ. Also? I think I have blood cancer--I am bruising very easily. Look to the sky, sister. That is the only answer." Or I could have said this: "Ervin 'Magic' Johnson is AIDS-free, now."
Or...I could have just walked right on by. Like most-everyone else.
Or did they? She wuddn't dere, all de Milo, when I got back from another delivery. She was gone-baby-gone. Maybe a passerby had some compassion. Or maybe she up off her ass and went home.
Where she could cry in silent privacy.
--theend.
Sunday, April 29, 2012
Wednesday, April 25, 2012
LOVE..
.love is.
What am I supposed to say, here? What? Should I say that I love M___ more than anyone, ever? Should I say that I love her, till death?
And, on that beam, should I BANG my fucking head against the wall for not "being there" for her?!
Yes. Oh...yes.
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I drink; therefore I am.
*
Through vodka and beer, I weaealed myself out of....
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I thought I had a big, caring heart. I am an asshole.
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I am a dick.
*
Saturday, April 21, 2012
BLOGGIN'--THOUGHTS ON THE BRAIN...
The Detroit Red Wings lost, yesterday, to the Nashville Predators. The Wings lost the best-of-seven series 4-to-1. I think/know they got outplayed. To me, Nashville got a lot of lucky bounces and also it seemed like the Wings were lethargic throughout the whole fucking series. I think it this signifies the end of an era. Then again, we have all said that before.
(True, the Wings'll be good--again--next year, but, in my opinion, they'll not have the services of one of the greatest defensemen ever, N. Lidstrom. Thanks for the memories, Nic. Good luck and Godspeed.)
*
What's worse? A Clunk, a Clink, or a Clank?
*
(a Clank.)
*
once upon a time there was a door
all steel-made and Strong Like Boar
*
CLANK!
*
--What did the automaton say to the cop?
-I don't know, what?
--Like Pinocchio! When can we become real?!
*
What does "grew up fast" mean? As in, "She grew up fast" or "He had to grow up fast"? What does it mean? Of course it is a cliche. But what are people thinking when they utter those words? Is it a badge of honor? Is it reluctant praise? Is it a nod to the buoyancy of the human spirit? Is it anatomical? Is it mental? Is it spiritual? Yes. It is spiritual. I know what people are trying to say: They're saying that the person in question had to make actions and decisions and mental pros-ses-sees beyond their years. That sucks. They had an abbreviated childhood.
*
And then there are some? Who never "grow up".
*
Leave it at "grow".
*
Cats or dogs? I know that they both have their pros and cons. But, seriously, cats or dogs? I have been writing, here, for a minute. I looked up and Cutie Pie (I call him SeePee) was/is lying in the halldway, eyeballin' me. When I hold his gaze, he looks away. I think he and Mister Bubbles are a'scairt of me. For that matter, Oliver is, too. But the question remains: Which is better? A cat or a dog? Forever, I'll say "dog". Forever.
*
And, just like an evil wind, I look back at the cat...and he is gone. (Grammatically, do you see what I did?)
*td
Score one for the Dogs.
*
Seven million to six.
*
On to topics of more import:
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Where would you, O Faithful Non-Reader, like to start? I have a litany of topics that could be discussed: legalization of marijuana, global warming, the (2000-year-old-constant) unrest in the Middle East, the death penalty, the science of prayer, altruism, the beauty of nature, random acts of kindness.
*
Life is oh-so cyclical.
*
And it trundles, falls down, gets up again.
*
I'm sure you've heard before, "Americans are pigs!" Have you ever really examined the geographical countenance of this great land? It kinda looks like a pig, and Maine is its snout. (No offense, Maine.) And Florida is a leg and hoof. (Offense intended, Jeb!) And, Cali? Unfortunately, you're the pig's ass. Kentucky and/or Tennessee are the pig's heart. Alaska is an afterthought and Hawaii is the pig's curlicue tail.
*
I should have mentioned further above: credit cards are evil.
*
"Imagine" is one of the best songs ever. It really is one of the best. Why would anyone want to kill John Lennon.
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Why?
*
I am looking at a painting, right now, by Meeg's mom. (grammar) I have bad eyesight and I am sitting 9.73 feet away. It is a painting of a purple rose against a blue sky, interspersed with intimations of cirrus clouds. She painted well. She painted it very well. The flower Booms and I can see so much in it.
When I saw a black-and-white image of her mom from the '60s, I saw her mom as a hippie...better and she was...cool. I wish I'd have met her.
*
Why does Alaska have to be an afterthought? To that point, why must it be ravaged in the Pursuit of Greenbacks? So....
So I guess it ain't an afterthought. Drilling. Monetary versus Political versus Environmental.questions. I understand what I can understand, but I wonder: Whatever happened to the Love of Untrampeled Natural Beauty? I get the Economic boon (read: Oil) that could be surreptitiously garnered by creeping up on the last "American" frontier, but I also wonder: to what end?! Why would we rape Pristine? As humans, cannot we leave "well enough alone"?
This is the problem. As humans, we're destroying the planet.
I think I know what you're saying: "I didn't! It's the politicos! It's the (richer) businessmen/women!"
We're not otters. They are. We're not spiders. They are. We're not dolphins. They are. We're not chimpanzees. They are. We're not cockroaches?! They are. And us, too.
*
Cockroaches are our second cousins. They are! Second to us in this way: We'll destroy the world and--second--they'll own the planet...just like we used to do.
*
Whoops.
*
(True, the Wings'll be good--again--next year, but, in my opinion, they'll not have the services of one of the greatest defensemen ever, N. Lidstrom. Thanks for the memories, Nic. Good luck and Godspeed.)
*
What's worse? A Clunk, a Clink, or a Clank?
*
(a Clank.)
*
once upon a time there was a door
all steel-made and Strong Like Boar
*
CLANK!
*
--What did the automaton say to the cop?
-I don't know, what?
--Like Pinocchio! When can we become real?!
*
What does "grew up fast" mean? As in, "She grew up fast" or "He had to grow up fast"? What does it mean? Of course it is a cliche. But what are people thinking when they utter those words? Is it a badge of honor? Is it reluctant praise? Is it a nod to the buoyancy of the human spirit? Is it anatomical? Is it mental? Is it spiritual? Yes. It is spiritual. I know what people are trying to say: They're saying that the person in question had to make actions and decisions and mental pros-ses-sees beyond their years. That sucks. They had an abbreviated childhood.
*
And then there are some? Who never "grow up".
*
Leave it at "grow".
*
Cats or dogs? I know that they both have their pros and cons. But, seriously, cats or dogs? I have been writing, here, for a minute. I looked up and Cutie Pie (I call him SeePee) was/is lying in the halldway, eyeballin' me. When I hold his gaze, he looks away. I think he and Mister Bubbles are a'scairt of me. For that matter, Oliver is, too. But the question remains: Which is better? A cat or a dog? Forever, I'll say "dog". Forever.
*
And, just like an evil wind, I look back at the cat...and he is gone. (Grammatically, do you see what I did?)
*td
Score one for the Dogs.
*
Seven million to six.
*
On to topics of more import:
*
Where would you, O Faithful Non-Reader, like to start? I have a litany of topics that could be discussed: legalization of marijuana, global warming, the (2000-year-old-constant) unrest in the Middle East, the death penalty, the science of prayer, altruism, the beauty of nature, random acts of kindness.
*
Life is oh-so cyclical.
*
And it trundles, falls down, gets up again.
*
I'm sure you've heard before, "Americans are pigs!" Have you ever really examined the geographical countenance of this great land? It kinda looks like a pig, and Maine is its snout. (No offense, Maine.) And Florida is a leg and hoof. (Offense intended, Jeb!) And, Cali? Unfortunately, you're the pig's ass. Kentucky and/or Tennessee are the pig's heart. Alaska is an afterthought and Hawaii is the pig's curlicue tail.
*
I should have mentioned further above: credit cards are evil.
*
"Imagine" is one of the best songs ever. It really is one of the best. Why would anyone want to kill John Lennon.
*
Why?
*
I am looking at a painting, right now, by Meeg's mom. (grammar) I have bad eyesight and I am sitting 9.73 feet away. It is a painting of a purple rose against a blue sky, interspersed with intimations of cirrus clouds. She painted well. She painted it very well. The flower Booms and I can see so much in it.
When I saw a black-and-white image of her mom from the '60s, I saw her mom as a hippie...better and she was...cool. I wish I'd have met her.
*
Why does Alaska have to be an afterthought? To that point, why must it be ravaged in the Pursuit of Greenbacks? So....
So I guess it ain't an afterthought. Drilling. Monetary versus Political versus Environmental.questions. I understand what I can understand, but I wonder: Whatever happened to the Love of Untrampeled Natural Beauty? I get the Economic boon (read: Oil) that could be surreptitiously garnered by creeping up on the last "American" frontier, but I also wonder: to what end?! Why would we rape Pristine? As humans, cannot we leave "well enough alone"?
This is the problem. As humans, we're destroying the planet.
I think I know what you're saying: "I didn't! It's the politicos! It's the (richer) businessmen/women!"
We're not otters. They are. We're not spiders. They are. We're not dolphins. They are. We're not chimpanzees. They are. We're not cockroaches?! They are. And us, too.
*
Cockroaches are our second cousins. They are! Second to us in this way: We'll destroy the world and--second--they'll own the planet...just like we used to do.
*
Whoops.
*
FOUR-TWENTY420FOUR-TWENTY
Yesterday was April 20th. I don't get the numerology. I know that it is code for...something. But I just don't understand why 420 became a code. Maybe someone with influence had just bubbled up on April 20th and had told the others, "What a hell of a day!"
And, then, maybe, the ideology had spread like wildfire.
Now, I'm not trying to be a buzz-kill, but I think that people ought to know--before we make this a national holiday--that the Colorado Columbine massacre happened on April 20th. Also, April 20th is Adolph Hitler's date of birth.
Groovy, man....
And, then, maybe, the ideology had spread like wildfire.
Now, I'm not trying to be a buzz-kill, but I think that people ought to know--before we make this a national holiday--that the Colorado Columbine massacre happened on April 20th. Also, April 20th is Adolph Hitler's date of birth.
Groovy, man....
Thursday, April 19, 2012
FUNNY STORY...
I know that my posts, as of late, have been, well, a little less than cheery. Here is a funny story.
I picked up a second job. That's not the funny part. I picked up a second job delivering food, this of the hot and cheesy variety. I had a delivery to a hotel. I went up to the room, received a ten-dollar tip and took the elevator back down to the main floor. I noticed the people in the lobby and I saw a delivery guy from a different company exiting his car, ready to deliver his company's cheesy goodness. I figured I'd be polite and open the door, basically a "hey-brother-we're-all-in-the-same-boat" gesture.
Now, this is the funny part. When I had entered the hotel, the door was on the right of the glass vestibule (it is a very large vestibule). What I learned was that the exit door was on the interior right side of the vestibule, kind of like a cyclical thing, a keep-the-humanity-flowing-correctly-type-thing. Now, I admit, I haven't eaten a whole hell of a lot lately and I was tired from recent poor sleep, but I can't really explain what happened next. I walked smack-dab into the glass wall of the vestibule. Mouth-first. Yes, I was bird-like. (You know? Like how birds sometimes fly into windows.)
I mashed my mouth into a glass wall. I mashed my mouth into a glass wall. I heard a gasp to my right, assuredly from the elderly lady lounging in a easy chair. "Oh! Are you all right?" she asked. "Yeah," I said, not turning around, "I'm just dandy."
In the vestibule, I said to the delivery guy, "Watch out for the walls." He was barely holding in guffawing laughter. And, really? Who wouldn't laugh? It's like the shit you see on America's Funniest Videos: Delivery-Bird Flies into Glass Wall. Hell, I was kind of laughing. It's just so fricking...ridiculous.
I walked into a glass wall.
Once outside, I spit a couple of blood-spits out of my mouth and made it to my car. I was laughing by the time I started my car and headed back to the shop. I thought to myself, Who the hell does that?!
I tested my two front teeth with my tongue. They were still there and not loose--good. (Oh, yeah, I hit that wall hard.)
On the way back, I thought to myself, What would have been a good response to the unseen woman who had gasped and asked me if I was all right? One response would have been, "Gosh! They sure do keep these glass walls clean, don't they?" I could have said, "Why do you ask that?" I also could have said, "Usually, I walk right through them."
I walked into a glass wall, walking speed unbroken.
I find that very very very funny.
I picked up a second job. That's not the funny part. I picked up a second job delivering food, this of the hot and cheesy variety. I had a delivery to a hotel. I went up to the room, received a ten-dollar tip and took the elevator back down to the main floor. I noticed the people in the lobby and I saw a delivery guy from a different company exiting his car, ready to deliver his company's cheesy goodness. I figured I'd be polite and open the door, basically a "hey-brother-we're-all-in-the-same-boat" gesture.
Now, this is the funny part. When I had entered the hotel, the door was on the right of the glass vestibule (it is a very large vestibule). What I learned was that the exit door was on the interior right side of the vestibule, kind of like a cyclical thing, a keep-the-humanity-flowing-correctly-type-thing. Now, I admit, I haven't eaten a whole hell of a lot lately and I was tired from recent poor sleep, but I can't really explain what happened next. I walked smack-dab into the glass wall of the vestibule. Mouth-first. Yes, I was bird-like. (You know? Like how birds sometimes fly into windows.)
I mashed my mouth into a glass wall. I mashed my mouth into a glass wall. I heard a gasp to my right, assuredly from the elderly lady lounging in a easy chair. "Oh! Are you all right?" she asked. "Yeah," I said, not turning around, "I'm just dandy."
In the vestibule, I said to the delivery guy, "Watch out for the walls." He was barely holding in guffawing laughter. And, really? Who wouldn't laugh? It's like the shit you see on America's Funniest Videos: Delivery-Bird Flies into Glass Wall. Hell, I was kind of laughing. It's just so fricking...ridiculous.
I walked into a glass wall.
Once outside, I spit a couple of blood-spits out of my mouth and made it to my car. I was laughing by the time I started my car and headed back to the shop. I thought to myself, Who the hell does that?!
I tested my two front teeth with my tongue. They were still there and not loose--good. (Oh, yeah, I hit that wall hard.)
On the way back, I thought to myself, What would have been a good response to the unseen woman who had gasped and asked me if I was all right? One response would have been, "Gosh! They sure do keep these glass walls clean, don't they?" I could have said, "Why do you ask that?" I also could have said, "Usually, I walk right through them."
I walked into a glass wall, walking speed unbroken.
I find that very very very funny.
Wednesday, April 18, 2012
WORKING TITLE
there is a thread to Life
i see a Purple woman screeching about Jesus and
God
Yaweh
pointing at me through the television screen. her
girl, Missus copeland, agrees
--they both point at me--
and all i have to say to them is
Jesus. Jesus. Jesus.
all i gotta say.
*
i changed channel and the thread of Conversation
minimized Not.
there was a show about
the Shroud of Turin
[seriously, it's that seamless]
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'twas on charlierose
some dude was saying--
--and he was an art historian--
--
--was saying that the Shroud is. not. a. fake.
noshit. No! Shit!
*
movingon.
*
cut. away...
: "worst tornado season...ever."
yes, sheaths of Tornadic Death are not good things
the Clouds want us, now
we must be Brave.
okay, tell me how; tell me how i can be Brave when i see a
child torn to pieces in Oaklahomatellme.
more than one hundred tornadoes tore through the gut of
the country
this is two weeks after the Same.
wasalgorecorrect
wasalgorecorrect
wasalgorecorrect?!
of. Course.
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and the polar bear does Dream.
*
i can't hammer a nail straight.
itry, ican't.
*
i'll take that over not
Realizing
what is going on....
*
i'mjoking:worlddomination
*
the faeries fly and the nymphs
fuck
and all we got is this
rotten Luck.
*
Here is a point. There are many threads of Life. Threads of Life. Who are we to say a fucking thing against *anyone*? Every person is a child of God. Truth. I unnerstan, I unnerstan.
Where's the Peace?
Do you know how sick I am of seeing all the crap in the Middle East?! I'm done. I'm done. So fucking many Innocent women and children and men have died. Right?! Pull the plug?! We can't say a thing.
*
the night ended well
back to hubris
back to
Creativity
i see a Purple woman screeching about Jesus and
God
Yaweh
pointing at me through the television screen. her
girl, Missus copeland, agrees
--they both point at me--
and all i have to say to them is
Jesus. Jesus. Jesus.
all i gotta say.
*
i changed channel and the thread of Conversation
minimized Not.
there was a show about
the Shroud of Turin
[seriously, it's that seamless]
*
'twas on charlierose
some dude was saying--
--and he was an art historian--
--
--was saying that the Shroud is. not. a. fake.
noshit. No! Shit!
*
movingon.
*
cut. away...
: "worst tornado season...ever."
yes, sheaths of Tornadic Death are not good things
the Clouds want us, now
we must be Brave.
okay, tell me how; tell me how i can be Brave when i see a
child torn to pieces in Oaklahomatellme.
more than one hundred tornadoes tore through the gut of
the country
this is two weeks after the Same.
wasalgorecorrect
wasalgorecorrect
wasalgorecorrect?!
of. Course.
*
and the polar bear does Dream.
*
i can't hammer a nail straight.
itry, ican't.
*
i'll take that over not
Realizing
what is going on....
*
i'mjoking:worlddomination
*
the faeries fly and the nymphs
fuck
and all we got is this
rotten Luck.
*
Here is a point. There are many threads of Life. Threads of Life. Who are we to say a fucking thing against *anyone*? Every person is a child of God. Truth. I unnerstan, I unnerstan.
Where's the Peace?
Do you know how sick I am of seeing all the crap in the Middle East?! I'm done. I'm done. So fucking many Innocent women and children and men have died. Right?! Pull the plug?! We can't say a thing.
*
the night ended well
back to hubris
back to
Creativity
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