Thursday, May 26, 2005

Fog of Descension

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So the fog has come and will not lift. This is the stand-in for comatose, the feeling of ill-will that pillages the rocky perches of the gut and robs it of purpose. I want to apologize for lack of unity and playful jabs that lead to epidermal mildewing, gutteral erosion and clogged pathways. The bone on bone clash that was to be memorialized in an open field is not about to happen this day. It will be saved for another day.

Meanwhile I will examine my scratches on paper from previous days and hope for magic to emanate from them. I do not know, but I hope.

142 comments:

Brother Stash said...

There is someone I am aware of who is lost in these woods. He is without compass, fogbound. He is bound within his own symptomatic hegemony and is isolated. I am worried.

mountain man said...

I think I know who you mean. His name is Fork. I have heard that he may not survive.

Anonymous said...

This man is doomed.

krixfort said...

why are there so many mean people on AJ's blog? I don't get it.

PD said...

Wow, you have a whiff of the coma too?
I see the comatosis in the woods. It is dank and blob-like.

mountain man said...

He seems to say that it is the work of one very bad, very mad man named Ray D. It seems like he and maybe some of his henchmen are up to no good on the blog. Although it is very mean and I feel the need to defend him, some of the heckling keeps the blog very lively. It is truly one of the strangest blogs around.

I want to see one of the movies Albert has been in. They sound right on. I want to see him play Mr. and Mrs. Hogg.

mountain man said...

Yes PD. The coma descends. It is very Jungian, very collective unconscious.

PD said...

I was once Jung. But now I am old. I can laugh about it now, but at the time it was terrible.

mountain man said...

Oh PD you are a such a morrissey whore. It suits you. I am un-Jung and Jung at the same time.

Turkish Delight said...

I live in these woods from time to time as a snack for the elders that traipse through with regularity, according to the lunar whims.

fork said...

I will survive, Mountain Man, but it is s rough road with many options, thus my name, difficult at times to discern. There are enemies within and without. I will find my way; all is not lost, just myself at the moment.

Sgt.Sheridan said...

Hold fast. They sneak in through your pores. They are dark and hungry. They do not sleep. The fog is your cover, and theirs.

mountain man said...

Fork, I am empathetic and hope you will find your way. Sheridan is right about the pores. The pores should be coated with silt.

Buspar said...

Sheridan are you living in the valley of log cabins?

krixfort said...

I am un-ying and un-yang. I just spent an innordinate amount of time at AJ speaks out.

mountain man said...

How do you feel?

krixfort said...

Sheridan, do you come from the wild west?

mountain man said...

Albert's blog makes me truly feel like a Mountain Man. He is very wide-eyed. I like his lack of grammar and his earnest intensity.

mountain man said...

Sheridan please tell us wherefrom you got hence?

Buspar said...

Is it verdant? Are there poops in the grass? With furry bony bits in the poops? Is it truly wild?

Geno said...

I make piles in the woods. Piles of mushrooms for the eating. Consumption proves timely and solicits transgendered patterning to project forthwith from the eyes. It is supernatural

krixfort said...

is geno a follower if ham paw?

krixfort said...

yeah Sheridan, where for art thou come frometh hence?

Sgt.Sheridan said...

Yes Buspar.
I am being held captive here, in my own fort, my barricades were breached, my surrender necessary for the moment. I have plans of escape, but I must wait for the right time. My guards are lazy and could easily be overpowered if there weren't so many of them. Through the crumbling mortar of this log cabin I can see the fog and the guards and my freedom. First things first, hydration.

Geno said...

Geno follows Ham Paw, yes. He seeks to please and energize with hallucinatory breeding, focusing on a lack of physical presence. To be without body but still very much in the body.

krixfort said...

earnest intensity is right on the money, MM. And thank god somebody still has some, unlike all the cynics I know.

mountain man said...

Don't wait too long Sheridan or they, your villainous captors, will consume you and your outside life will dwindle.

mountain man said...

I know, I think there is something kind of sweet about Albert. Something incantatory about his insistence of his toughness. I believe him.

krixfort said...

MM, we never met for that drink before work. I'd like a 6am wake up call tomorrow.

krixfork said...

fork, are we related?

krixfork said...

I think I know you fork. You are somewhat indecisive.

postmoderndebunker said...

I am a whore--I know. But I am mourning my dearly-departed Larry G.

mountain man said...

Yes Krix, as you wish. The sports bar, wasn't it? I will call you actually at 5 am. I would prefer our meeting to be as early as possibly. I am in the mood for a sunrise guzzle.

mountain man said...

Watch out for Krixfork. He finds pathways where there are none.

hunchback said...

I must go back to the catacombs. My masters are waiting.

Larry G. said...

Listen PD, I am still alive, and waiting fo ryou to get back in the bed.

lunchback said...

I like snacks.

Sgt.Sheridan said...

Thank you kindly for the encouragement Mountain Man. I will overcome. I am already where I want to be; now to drive them out. These barracks, this fort, these corrals, wagon yards and commissary will be mine again. They will rue the day they infiltrated.

Buspar said...

Hunchback, are you kept underground because you are so untimely beautiful that no one yet understands you?

hunchback said...

I do not know of these things. I have no estimation of myself.

Buspar said...

Sheridan, are you consigned to the inner lumps or the outer? Are you bruised and unwilling? Are you weakened by your captivity and unable to fortify yourself with the good kind of pestilence?

lunchback said...

and snack cakes.

mountain man said...

Hunchback, you lack self-esteem. You should peruse the books in the self help section. There are many good books for all types. That is how I learned to truly give to Beth. Especially during the rapes.

fork said...

We are related my twisted brother. Your prongs were always perverted. Shall we dine?

Little Debbie said...

Lunchback I have always hated thou.

mountain man said...

Dine on hairy slimers from the pit of despair.

krixfort said...

PD, embrace your inner whore. That is the best way to reconcile these things. After you've embraced, come meet MM and I at the sports bar for a sunrise guzzle! It's better than mass.

mountain man said...

Mass is for the outright grumblers, the unkempt of mind and spirit.

mountain man said...

Liquor is for the healthy and true.

lunchback said...

little debbie, leave me alone. From day one you have taunted me and teased me on the playground and made fun of me in front of everyone. Please do not talk to me ever again. You are not nice.

X's for Eyes said...

I am always drunk, a lush on the concrete slabs. There are birds always flying around my head in circles. I am fuzzed.

Little Debbie said...

I am going to blackmale you with those pictures of you and your daddy.

Sgt.Sheridan said...

Most definitely unwilling, Buspar. My innards are swollen and bruised, yes. I have been beaten in battle, but not broken. The fires burn within me.

hunchback said...

is there a particular self-help book that is recommended? Preferably one with large print that can be read easily in the dim light within the catacombs?

Buspar said...

Unwilling and unloving? What fires? The fires of indecency have dearly departed. What are you left with? Cans of botulistic fish?

mountain man said...

Hunchback I do not know what to recommend. I will think.

hunchback said...

Sheridan's intestinal fortitude appeals to me.

lunchback said...

me too. If I had inner strength like Sheridan, then maybe I could tell Little Debbie how I truly feel.

Hyena Half Penis said...

I am concerned for Ham Paw and Mountain Man, such unrelenting wrenching of the gut and disturbances of the inner pathways. Is there no solace? I hope foreign intervention is not needed to eradicate the subterranean malfeasance. Perhaps krixfork has the right idea -- It's nothing a few boiler-makers couldn't cure. Breakfast of Champions!

mountain man said...

Sheridan is tired. He is dying.

mountain man said...

What kind of foreign disturbance, Hyena? Perhaps this is warranted.

mountain man said...

The foreign intervention of worm vehicles? Testimonies in a court of law?

krixfork said...

foreign disturbances are not necessarily bad Hyena. Sometime they dispell malaise.

Buspar said...

I am not trusting. I am venomous towards the rampantly pillaged, feeling betrayal in the fishcans. I will place the botulism there myself and remove gut feelings from heretoforthwith.

krixfork said...

fork, I would like to sup with thee. Would you care for some soup?

Anonymous said...

No soup for you.

forx said...

where Fabeebles?

X's for Eyes said...

I am wanting to be knocked out some more.

Anonymous said...

Foreign interventions come in many forms, some clean and pleasant-smelling, others more fetid and unwieldy. The ideal is lithe and flexible -- of short duration. Borders, though permeable, must be respected.

Hyena False Penis said...

Anonymous, you took the words right out of my mouth. Damn you!! Get out of my head!

krixfort said...

hey X's for eyes. . .I think I dated you once. . .

X's for eyes said...

I think you're thinking of X for Mouth.

depacote said...

I'm so troubled. I am falling down. i have no control. I wish I were dead.

zoloft said...

You are destroying me. Your raging emotions are pushing me under. I can barely maintain you and your tirades. please crawl under my blanket.

wellbutrin said...

my teeth are grinding so bad!!!

zoloft said...

join with me buspar to make a perfect cocktail. lets mingle.

oxy said...

i rule over all of you.

woman on the edge said...

well well well, if it isn't zoloft and wellbutrin, my old nemeses. You are up to your anethetizing esapades, I'll bet.

Well no good will come of it! Is it so wrong to want to be FREE! Is IT??!

krixfort said...

nyah, zoloft, you think you're so smart. All cute and blue. And then zammo! You put everyone in a coma, worse than the fog.

peabody said...

zoloft is not effective. it is the bringer. It follows the sleep and then gives a blanket to me. The blanket is not available to me at this time. The zoloft fog is preferable to some other things. These things are so sad to me. I am so wishful

ham paw said...

Internal dispacement of this conflict is not apparent. We are part of the insurance and the distribution process. i was forced to leave the bed and move from one place to another. I had to go to work as a refugee and was able to get a job and work at an unhealthy post in the camp. Life for the sirs is very difficult and singular. Build your own houses and even if you build it, the house will leak. The foods make you vulnerable. There is sexual exploitation and abuse at the camp. Just because we want food.

ham paw said...

It is not so difficult as it sounds. It is actually very easy. the toxic is underground. It is undercover and repelent, but very diffictult. There is really too much food. They are left overs from Client meetings. It is plentiful

ham paw said...

it is too easy. My mind is emptied, though not as the buddah.

ham paw said...

I am a refugee outside of my mind. there is a divide in me that requires refuge inside my body and not outside. Wars break out when forced external.

krixfort said...

ham paw, what impedes your retreat to within?

nardlet said...

When the internal and external do battle, the front line is where the most damage is done. The more it moves, the whole becomes less stable and is in jeapordy.

other said...

Hyena is always recommending booze. I think he might have a problem.

sloth said...

Albert scares me a little bit. But "Meat for Satan's Icebox" is a beautiful title.

ham paw said...

food and shelter is the my barrier to internal peace.

krixfort said...

hey MM, didn't Swiss Farms sell Hickory Smoked Summer sausage?

McFarland said...

Hey everyone! How's it goin'?

ham paw said...

My wholesome party is diminished today. the illness breeds on but the kingdom of health awaits me. Where is my pleasure principle?

Janet Jackson said...

I hear you ham. I've been searching for mine for years.

sloth said...

The pleasure principle requires balmy temps to flourish properly, HP.

Curious Jack said...

Hey Mountain Man, were you in Betty Ford? Just curious.

ham paw said...

there are alway new needs and increasing gut awareness. I may have fruitification. there is heavy bruising. The skin is soft, loose and gelatinous. I have begun to glow as I ripen. My eyeballs are altered and darkened.

curious creature said...

Why are you so stricken? When did this begin? Do you have grapes in your buttocks?

Anonymous said...

there are various moments of beliegerment that are variants of the complexities of bodily health. First off. The skin. Some say this is the largest organ in the body. I do not. I would say that it is better to think figuratively on this matter. That is, the heart may be larger. is that a fact? no and yes is that answer. So don't ask again. my heart swells today from a few constants. The constant of affection. I can feel it coming from MM. HP is too absorbed in the intestine of coverage to appreciate my sensitive temperment. he can deny this if I am incorect. I hope that I have not offended thee. the other constant is my own insider status as a robot. I am constructed in an underground lab. The tuber parts of me are wonderment. Why?

kitten #2 said...

what are the tuber parts of you? Why are you so sure of yourself?

Crux said...

I am interested in tuber parts myself. Those who view my tuber parts are always in wonderment.

Ham Paw, I like the way you speak. Sometimes things are over my head, but mostly, you touch me more than fellas usually do.

nardlet said...

on some people, the bum is the biggest organ.

McFarland said...

What are we talking about? I got such a big zit on my ass right now.

nardlet said...

McFarland, you wonder why you don't fit in. This is why. Go away and come back after grad school, okay?

Hyena False Penis said...

My organ is more like an harmonica.

anxious object said...

cool. can you play us a tune?

half-eaten apple said...

I am yellow with excitement!

brambles said...

I am brown with excrement!

Cezanne's apple said...

I astonish Paris.

Monicker of no distinction said...

I can name that tune in three notes!

blow-pop owl said...

I can eat that apple in three bites.

capable nose said...

I am getting notes of vermin, and a woody formica after taste.

horrified onlooker said...

I can't believe they're going brown!

McFarland said...

I am not that bad. I am trying to be more interesting.

weapon of massachusetts said...

McFarty-fart.....you are not welcome here and I don't care about your penchant for cheese!

indian food said...

I will come back to haunt thee later, my friend.

nardlet said...

McFarland, you are young and your mind is soft and unformed as yet. This is not your fault. Go read something.

sloth said...

Proust would be good. Or Beckett. But start with Charles Bukowski; you'll really like him. A good gateway drug.

McFarland said...

okay, okay. I'll be back after I've read something. You guys are snobs.

music snob said...

Mc Farland,

You might want to rethink your favorite bands.

Anything by Nickleback Lincoln Park Hoobestank

NO NO NO NO NO. I sense a drone.

McFarland said...

Oh. I listen to lots of stuff. I like Evanescence too.

Anonymous said...

MCFARLAND. why don't you smarten up? You are a cultural retard.

Anonymous said...

where are you from mcfarland? Why don't you stop cheatly on your girlfriend? It is clear to everyone but you.

McFarland said...

I am not cheating anymore!!! I told everyone last night. I am from North Carolina originally, and live in Mass. now.

McFarland said...

I have read THE HOURS by Micahel Cunningham. And while I thought it was an interesting take on the complexities of domesticity...I was not impressed by the over-reliance on the genius of Virginia Woolf and her seminal work: MRS. DALLOWAY.

McFarland said...

I might add that the language and style Woolf employed and later became famous for, better reflected the psychological state of the narrator.

Anonymous said...

McF,
These are gifts.

Joanna Newsom
Jonathan Lethem
Bubble Dynamics

Go forth and expand.

Michael Ontkean, a.k.a. Sheriff Harry S. Truman said...

Like a scene from Twin Peaks, that landscape is. I haven't the foggiest where your girlfriend has gone.

carla said...

stop talking about me.

ham paw said...

what is bubble dynamics?

m. snob said...

more gifts - easy gifts.

libertines, yes? you know?
spoon
snow patrol

these may come on the mtv. maybe you know of them.

Anonymous said...

There is an interesting subtext to your music choices m.snob. A political action group of upper middle class cocaine users, no?

PD said...

Spoon is my fave!

m. snob said...

good observation, ha.

PD said...

Snow Patrol is a pop sensation. Newsome is vocal beauty. How 'bout Devandra Bernhart? huh, huh?

This is all above McFart's head

McFarland said...

Sometimes I feel like a dude lost in the wilderness.

krixfort said...

I second the Snow Patrol. Nouvelle Vagues too.

krixfort said...

PD, don't think less of me because I succumbed to the pop sensations.

fan said...

I love joanna newsom. She makes me SO HAPPY!

PD said...

Oh no Krix....I am in agreement. I love Pop!!! I love a well-crafted pop tune. You like The Stars?? So good.

krixfort said...

I have not heard of The Stars. On your recommendation I will "share" a file of theirs using legal peer to peer file sharing software.

PD said...

I am also into Arcade Fire...and of course Angioplasty 6.

krixfort said...

I may have to break out the Angioplasty 6. I haven't listened in awhile.