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------------------------------------ There was a large painting of Evel Knievel shaking hands with Richard Nixon. It hung in the Mayors office. Late one evening after everyone went home. I took it down to the lab. I zoomed in on Evel’s left eye a 100x and enhanced it. It was an address. I went to the address. It was a modest, 1970’s style, split level ranch home in the suburbs.
----------------------------------- Inside I found a dead parrot lying on a waterbed. I revived the parrot with some saltines and adrenaline. We became good friends. The parrots name was Randy. One night a few years later while Randy and me played Gin Rummy, he sang me a song about a fire. The title of this blog was never mentioned but I sensed it, and Randy confirmed it by giving me ‘THE LOOK’.
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I was on the beach in the surf running to the arms of my lover
I was on the beach in the surf running into the jaws of a monster
I was on the beach in the surf running into life and love
and all of society was fleeing in terror
Now society, the monster, my love, and I are tired from all that running
We’re having a slice of pizza and there’s talk of icecream…
Good Lord, I hope I don’t wake from the dream before the icecream!
Hookers or Cake the movie?!
My talented friend, Carlos and I are turning some of my short stories into little films. This is the first one. The Master of Boobs! Hopefully we can make a bunch more and get all kinds of elaborate and strange. ?
A murder of crows are sqaunking and hollering atop the cellphone tower by the park. I can only imagine what effect this is having on phone conversations:
My dear I’m afraid I can’t hear you
for black is my heart and murder is my mind
I shall unwind your intestines
relieving you of that pest father time
Uhhmmm I’m sorry sir there must be something wrong with the phone, I have 1 large peperoni pizza, with pineapple, and 1 two liter bottle of coke. Does that complete your order?
You will always be mine forever and ever
The memory of you, surviving even the strangest of weather
Your black wings fan the screams of my burning heart
Till the world falls apart
And there is nothing but darkness.
Ok uhhh the total is 14.67 your pizza will be there in 30-40 minutes.
Chuẩn đô đốc or đề đốc
For a time I was seduced by the notion
I could become master of the wild blue ocean,
El Capitan or perhaps even Fleet Admiral
I didn’t realize, first I’d have to learn how to swim
I didn’t realize, first I’d have to learn how to drown
And I probably don’t have ta tell ya, but its a long way down.
Especially when you think you are climbing a mountain
or pissing in the fountain at the Taj Mahal
or the Mall of America.
The utter hysteria seen through the lens
that Jerry Garcia died of delerium tremens
But be not afraid, my dear beer drinking friends
of the end
for it all depends on a point of view that
was always is
magically stubborn
Nothing gets a hand puppet harder than the great cosmic mystery. The endless joy of wondering.
God was just a regular person who had a simple dream. To fuck everyone and everything and thus it was/is so.
I am just a man who wants to develop a mobile app that identifies lost pets by using pictures of their assholes. Because each asshole is as unique as a finger print. No pet shall ever be lost again.
All will be found.
In the ass of an animal.
From the endless black hole in the ground.
From the mouth of babes.
And unto the Lord with a joyous sound.
I really do believe in your commitment to Sparkle Motion.
:
Emily Dickinson: American pie
Walt Whitman: yourself
Langston Hughes: stencil
Guillaume Apollinaire: I have an intranet
Sylvia Plath: worry
Gertrude Stein: tab Paris
William Carlos Williams: weemove nothing
Marianne Moore: however
Marina Tsvetaeva: but puts out
William Blake: yeah dude
Harryette Mullen: not create or
Wallace Stevens: paresthesia
(This is my new favorite game.)
fun with robots!
The investigators discovered who stole your life. It was the monkey down at the zoo. He’d found Medusa’s makeup compact in the candy wrappers and other trash that blew
into his cage
catching the suns reflection
he’d turn the mirror to your direction
see if you reacted to the flashing bright
its alright, he know not what he do
the monkey’s me and you
I was chasing a giant ancient bird across the desolate electric
landscape
I had with me a small magical box
I was planning to capture the bird with. Don’t worry
the bird would be completely unharmed from this interaction.
I just wanted its picture. And then
I realized
I was lost a thousand days deep into the future.
You’ll be happy to know, my dear
that the future
feels just like old times.
Last Autumn I went down to that new church by the river. Everyone just looked at their I-phones while the minister gulped hot coffee and screamed at gods crotch. I was still heartbroken over losing Tammy but I’d found peace.
I decided to go to the old steakhouse after church, to have myself a nice steak dinner and a few highballs, then I’d blow my brains out while I rode the mechanical bull. But once I got a bellyfull of meat and whiskey and drew my revolver, riding that bull …ohh the screams! I still get hard when I think about it.
There is an ancient wheel in the forest. Its like the wheel of fortune except its covered with the teeth of the dead. I spun it once and won a Mazda. A few years later I spun it again and was torn into bite size pieces by demon zombie gorillas.
“That’s the thing about the game of life,” the preacher said at my funeral. “You win some and you lose some.”
“No,” yelled a little girl, “everyone loses in the end.”
The crows thoughtfully nodded in agreement and continued right on eating me. And somewhere a robot spotted a child’s escaped balloon and alerted the authorities that mischief was afoot.
