Thursday, October 12, 2006

one toe over the line...

I was going to type out some of the shit that Uncle Buk said, but how to choose, how to choose, so just go and read it for yourself...
Wikiquote - Bukowski


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Some of the children in my house are apparently INSANE, which stands to reason, you dig, cause they live in my house...
product of their environment and such...
So... periodically there is much screaming and "to do" (as they say on the streets) and often times it comes completely out of the blue...
"Have some milk" we might say to them
"I don't want milk" they might retort
"Yeah" says us, "but you haven't had any today"
Sudden freak out...
but the thing is... you see, it is like in a movie, like in "the goonies" when the fat kid runs into the freaky dude and the fat kid screams and the freaky dude screams then the fat kid screams then the freaky dude screams, in this scenario I am the freaky dude... someone screams at me and I am all like, "HEY???" and they are like "AHHH" and I am all like "HEY!?!" and they are like "Aaarghh" and I am all like "HEY!!!" and then something else happens... I don't remember what happens at that point, my mind seems to clamp shut at that point, sphincters up (as the kids say nowadays) until it is the size of a pea, only basic bodily functions opperate at that point, and I mean very basic, like only breathing...
I probably shouldn't be talking about this... my enemies might use it against me. I can see them rubbing their hands together now... "Excellent" they are saying to themselves... they will capture me, tie me to a table (naked, cause this is their big chance) and then play sounds of randomly screaming chirrens... and take pictures of my package (again, this is their big chance)... some panoramic shots...
Anyhow, yeah, so this screaming, maybe it is not always screaming... sometimes it is an extended monotonous whine, like feedback... yeah, just like feedback... unsolicited feedback... where they tell me something over and over and over and over and over for several hours... I try to stop it, I use skills and stuff, whats it called, empathy... They will say something like "I'm scared" (in the middle of the day in a well lit room with vanilla scented candles and flowers all around, they are scared) and I will listen and try to find out what it is they are scared of, offer suggestions, hugs, logic and it don't work... Suddenly its an hour later and I realize they have not stopped telling me they are scared the whole time... So I start all over again and it STILL doesn't work...
I remember dealing with something like this when I was working undercover for the man... I was deep undercover, working as a congressional page... got close to this senator, he promised to take me under his wings, show me the ropes... I remember he bought me some beer once, I think it was bad or I drank too much or something, its all a blur, I remember waking up in the morning, naked and sore...
Actually that is completely different...
Like yesterday, it started around, lets see, what time did I get home... Ok, 4:30... I want this, I want that, I don't want this, I don't want that, I'm scared, I cut myself, crap like that... I'm all like, coo coo (like a dove, you know, soft and soothing)... I tried to distract with the great electric babysitter... No Joy... I took her out to the store... she was scared we were going to take the Cordoba, I said, no, your mom has the Cordoba, I miss mommy, she says... Coo Coo... I get her to the car, she screams, there is a leaf on the roof, a scary leaf... I get rid of it and put her in the car... She wants to know where we are going, I tell her we are going to the H-Mart, She says she doesn't want to go to the scary store, I tell her we aren't, we are going to the Korean store, She wants to know if it is scary there, I tell her it isn't, that it is full of tiny people, like her... she tells me she doesn't want to go to the scary store, I tell her (again) that we are not, she tells me she doesn't want to go to the tiny store, I laugh, she screams, I tell her it will be fun, there are wild things to see there... she cries, I don't want to go to the wild store, I tell her it will be cool, don't worry, she tells me she wants mommy... I tell her so do I (BAM!!!)... We get to the store and she wants to know if there is anything scary in there, I start trippin' hard, I swear we went through this earlier... I pick her up and carry her into the store, force her into the cart, she told me she didn't like the store (as we walked in the front doors), she screamed when she saw a scarecrow inside, I hurried by it, grabbed 3 cases of bowl noodle, she asks if we can go now, I tell her NO... I went up and down a couple aisles, tried to distract her... Dude, I said, hey, you wanna see some squid, as soon as I said it I was all like, oh shit.. and she was all like, YEAH!, so I showed her the squid and she thought they were cool, So I showed her the crabs, she freaks, what is happening to the water... I wasn't sure...
Anyhow, we left the store eventually, I stopped back at the house, she wanted to know if mommy was home, I said NO, she wanted mommy, I told her we were just stopping for a minute then would go pick up Noner, she wanted to know if she had to put her shoes on, I told her no... PHEW... Dodged the bullet on that one... We went and got the Noner, got home, I said, hey, here is some candy, relax on the couch, when the big hand is on the 12 you need to get your pajama's on... WHAAAA... do we have to go to bed then? No, just get your pajama's on... WHAAA... do we need to brush our teeth? Yeah, good idea, brush your teeth too... WHAA... Then do we need to go to bed... No, not yet, lets just get it done and see what happens...
Big hand on the 12, they go and GET IN A FIGHT IN THEIR BEDROOM, which involves yelling and stuff... I break it up... I may have even said something like, GODAMNIT KNOCK THAT SHIT OFF, or something... but it was probably much more fatherly and supportive, yes, I am sure it was, anyhow, back to the electric babysitter,
Big hand on the 6... OK, time for bed... WHAA... you said I could wait until mommy gets home... No I didn't... Yes you did... NO, you go to sleep so I can go to sleep, that's the deal... WHAA... can we read a book? NO... WHAA... Are you going to the big bed? NO.. WHAA, I want to sleep in the big bed... NO... I want mommy... NO... I leave the room... DADDY... I'm scared... I want mommy... I need a drink of water... I'm going to throw up...
45 minutes later mommy gets home, I let her take over, I check out... fitfull sleep, but I have trouble sleeping anyhow, I sleep with one eye open (old habit) and wake up ritually every 20 minutes to switch eyes so I don't get all dried up... sure its hard, but thats the life I signed up for (when I say signed up for I really mean genetically programmed and covertly trained, special ops all the way) yo...

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you know what is a nasty combo? Chili cheese fritos and coffee that has been refilled and let cool down 3 times...
You know whats tasty? Bowl Noodle...
Nong Shim has it going on... in Korea they have Hotels, Mega Marts, Chemical Companies, Damn, all sorts of stuff, but I can't really tell cause I DON'T READ KOREAN...
But LOOK...

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Wednesday, October 11, 2006

Bukowski



When I get down to it, and I can't think of anything but CRAP, I look to Bukowski... I think it is time for a mega dose, a little saturation, set my mind at ease...
Look
here, if you are not familiar with my man Bukowski
Hey, lookie here... Free Samples:


haul ass, wonder woman
Pain is as classical as the arrow
that flys
but it can get dreary
too
like old shoes under the bed

or maybe we'd better say
stockings?

anyhow, get yours out of
here.

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I figure, now, that if I do end up running away one day, I will not end up in a fish and chips restaurant by the sea... nor as a hotel desk clerk in Canada (had always imagined Moose Jaw or Montreal for some reason)...
No, if I disappear, and my body is not mysteriously found some few days later (we can't tell how he died, but it looks like he had a spider bite on his thigh, very suspicious, really) you might try looking in Argentina, Patagonia to be precise. Figure I might take off and try my hand at gauchoing... you know, be a gaucho... riding the high plains of patagonia, on a horse, chewing on coca leaves, eating steak... thats the life for me, boy... I will name my horse goddamnit... it will be easier that way, since I will probably be saying goddamnit all the time, like, goddamnit my butt hurts, or, goddamnit, when I pull on the reins you stop, you hear me...
Actually, maybe I will be a vaquero instead... gauchos wear puffy shirts and puffy pants and scarves... they are colorful people, but damn, people think I am gay now, imagine what kind of crap I would get dressing like that... Vaqueros, though, they get to wear chaps... which is still kinda gay, but at least it is butch... only problem is I would have to be a few thousand miles north of the plains... hmmnn... what was that movie? with some dude, riding a motorcycle, he was a dentist, Daniel Day-Lewis? Eversmile, New Jersey... it will be like that. I will be like Fergus, a dentist, and cruise around patagonia in chaps on my motorcycle, and I will be accosted by the most attractive women in Argentina who mistake my attention to their dental hygeine for love, sweet sweet love... except I will be a cowboy of some sort... Dammit, I don't know... really, it will involve the high plains of Argentina and eating steak... and my name Johnson, Johnson Everlong...

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