August 30th, 2004

goblin sneak

(no subject)

what i wouldn't give for this kettle of a brain to quit whistling. you know i'm supposed to be in bed, algernon, baby. thats what i call it, algernon, as in flowers for. hey algernon kiddo, lay offa it with the frothing & gnashing, you rabid fucking hound. you know, if you cool your jets, there is this hot girl in just her underwear in the other room you could pretzal yourself around. but no, you've got to keep flashing me all these cracks-in-the-pavement signs. or more like shattered looking-glass, i guess, when you check out the colour palate. when you investigate the secrets algernon starts spouting. making me look like some kind of wonderful. i mean, some kind of crazy person. talking to my brain in a grade seven allusion. but these lazy-bones of mine are like ralston-purina for that chase macabre mutt. so go on & snap your jaws, algernon. i'll go brittle & crumple for you.
  • Current Music
    crown me king- up, periscope!
modern nazgul

the fuselage detached, crashing into the city below.

of course, the obvious thing to do is talk about my dream. there was a button mounted on the wall that could be hit; for 50 billion dollars, it could undo the previous day, reversing time. man, there sure was some super-agent spy bussiness going down in my dream. breaking into the building, grabbing the computer chip. making it back to headquarters. here is the thing; while visiting a satellite research lab during a routine zombification break-out, i saw sat-imaging of the global undead population dispersal. beijing & moscow? had an incredibly high number- as in, basically those entire cities. cue me laughing crazily. when i returned to hq, i told them i was going to have to initiate world war iii, & left, to go find someone with the nuclear release codes. then there was all kinds of confusing spy-shit as i tried to find the president, or someone else who could nuke china & russia. i kept telling them it would be so easy! we already have our missiles pointed at them!

in the end, my efforts were frustrated, so i started looking at the chip i'd stolen (only be now, it was a data crystal, like from babylon 5). i somehow "compiled" it into a flask of liquid- vaz, yah dig? i accidentally drank some before i realized that the compiled vaz was what i needed to crack the nuclear release codes. so i hit the reverse button. as soon as the previous day started over again, one of the hot lab girls came over to me with a snarl, trying to get the now full flask from my hands (yeah, i know it doesn't make any sense that the flask would just fill back up. blame my subconsious). i could see inside her since i was vaz-ed up in my guts, on the slide, & she wriggled beneath her skin, geiger-like.

point being, i somehow used the vaz solution to hijack the alien pod-ship, releasing its landing-spores over beijing & moscow. so the aliens burrowed in, slaughtering the zombies. leaving asia & europe colonized by the geiger things, while africa as well as north & south america & australia (& japan) were still human. meanwhile, the vaz worked inside me, opening long hidden strands of dna. all i am was being unlocked, & most of the pretense of humanity was dropping away. japan reverted to some sort of feudal warrior society, always on the front lines of fighting the aliens, while the usa ran a supply base for them out of hawaii, ready at a moments notice to cut hawaii off in case of geigerling incursions. africa's cities became wildly successful, finally, nairobi sending coloured skyscrapers into the heavens like streamers, or fireworks.

then there was a segment of me walking unmolested in moscow, aliens patently ignoring me, as i searched the membrane covered buildings for the russian's nuclear access codes. the spun-sugar towers on red square now dripping with sinew & sphincter-portals. thats about where the dream trailed to an end.
  • Current Music
    crown me king- further nazguling (shrieking cathedral dub)

i'm missing two-thirds of what makes me, me.

hey monday! you're a god-damn! but here is the thing, buddy ole pal! i'm God-Damnned! so lets be pals, me & you. you be batman & i'll be the joker. my crimes will be our foreplay! we can crawl under the covers & show each other the crannies of our psychoses. we'll go at it hammer & tongs, cape & cowl. you & me, monday. its like we're crime-fighters & your my sidekick! or like we're stranded on a desert island & you're my man servant! oh lets make a crown of flowers for me, monday! i'm in such a lovely distemper, thats what my mood ring says! black as the mariana sea treanch. i've got vents in me pumping out sulphur, like a knife wound leaks krovvy red! we're so excited here in the 21st century, right? let me tell you the riddle of the curious knife, the hymn of the lonely babbler.
  • Current Music
    crown me king- i lost this war so long ago
blur shotgun

(no subject)

first off- the weregild to dating the politics girlfriend is the pain of the occasional convention. for which i feel like i should be allowed to drag her to a geek convention. but anyhow- man, fuck politics. i don't especially mean fuck republicans, though dudes? so some guys get blow-jobs from other dudes, or whatever. i mean- don't you guys like anal & stuff? sodomy just makes it sound cooler. didn't you fuckers pay attention during that whole "what? black dudes are people?" thing? whatever. anyhow, i liked sr. okay! at least with that whole cia boss thing, we know he's not a moron. i dunno. also, plz shut up about 9/11 ok thnks bye.

so lots of work at work today.

whats the deal with sons of adams & daughters of eve? seriously? i don't get it, citizens of earth. i fall from heaven so i hold god accountable for the problems arising therein. shouldn't you fuckers get your shit together & reclaim perfection? that said, eden was a zoo, but what can you do? oh hell oh swell. i'm kidding mankind. there ain't no place for you in perfection.

so i fucking hate fortress of solitude. if this is what you fuckers lives are like? then you don't fit into the margins of a good night, for me. shit, i do more heroism in a morning, more villiany in a single night. your sinners & saints are just confused fucking people running around making mistakes. didn't you read comics? didn't you ever consider a life without compromise? i'm not holding myself up as a sterling example or nothing. i punk out like crazy. but i don't act like punking out is "life." i mean, acting that way? that leaves you a fucking bitch. a jack-hole.

man, fuck politics for being on. fuck idiots talking. i mean you, rudy.

so i was thinking. about the lethem i liked. girl in landscape, for instance (or at least the first half). i was thinking about it. thinkin'. so those little housedeer. they can be possessed by anyone not taking the medicine. so i was thinking about the planet successfully colonized. or in other words. distributed 1984. big brother isn't watching. all your many brothers are watching. so you wanna know what i'd do, if currently under constant possible supervision?
1) work out. i havn't had a gym in so long. & to be fair to me, i can't really afford one. once i get a decently paying job, then i can get a gym. & man i want one. but if someone could see me naked, at any time? i'd get back to my fighting weight, pronto.
2) quit masturbating so much. i am not so embarassed about jerking off. but whatever. i do like my privacy. because yeah, i am a little gunshy. but as for the sex? i'm not bashful about that. so i'd hope to compensate for less masturbation with more actual sex. thats a pretty good plan, i think.
3)i'm not embarassed about my life. you don't fucking know. i'm not fucking joking.
  • Current Music
    crown me king- be my brother or die (robspierre dub)