Thursday, June 09, 2005

Charm of Frogs

There is a charm of frogs in a circle outside my window, they peeped as I slept and I hope they did the same for Sloth outside Sloth's log. The chirping peep sound is repetitive and extrusional of the calm that is derisively shattered during the course of a normal day in the city. It is hot. The people yap around you. Duties are expected of you that you dread. You go home to numb your tattered remains with pills, drink, ice or what have you. Then, if you are lucky, slumber descends and glues you back together. The early morning can feel passable, even lovely, but by late morning you are ready to maim or be maimed. You are ready to defend yourself from attacks of large mutant baby strains. It is terrifying to be you and to be amongst others. The best is to forget yourself entirely in strange ritualistic behaviors like aligning, licking, broadcasting, targeting, squishing or panhandling. There are many behaviors that have the capacity to delete yourself from yourself and enable delight. Please tell me if I am missing any, if there are any I should know about that I do not already know about.

24 comments:

Jelly Quakes said...

You forgot the collecting and caring for urchins. This is a lovely task.

Urchin said...

Jelly Quakes,

Please stay away from me and my kind.

We resent your coopting and organization of us.

Hate,

Urchin

Mrs. Bash said...

Stop fighting you idiots. MM, I have thought of something you may like to do, which is to saw branches off trees and collect them into bundles. You may also like to light these bundles on fire. It is a very good Mountain Man fun task. Please delight in it.

Anonymous said...

You are a weirdo.

PD said...

You must fight against the power of ctrl + alt + delete. I, for one, will not be deleted! I will fight against the dying of the night and what not.

MM, I think you must commune with these frogs--they have much to tell. Take a couple with you when you give the rotund one the heave-ho. I am with Krix...a good slaying is in order.

I deleted myself temporarily with a double dose of Law & Order, SVU last night.

McFarland said...

Dude! How you doing?? I am sorry I've been away. I've been in bad shape. But I'm back!!! It's so cool!!

blogger said...

The partial list contains unconditional affirmation (there is great self-negating power in "yes") various sports activities, puncuality, fasting, customized genuflection, corporate work, fervent supplication, mark making, tower building, asphyxiation, and of course blogging.

mountain man said...

Thank you blogger. I appreciate. McFartland I thought you had been run over. Great and I mean so great to see you again. How is your bitch Carla?

fairy butler said...

the stick bundling reminds me of the cover to Led Zep IV. Definately Mountain Man-esque. Trudging up steep inclines with packs of sticks, castles with old men and lanterns, babies playing on rocks. This is a fine meditation for steadying the mindstuffs.

I am triple hexing the rotund one. He is bad, bad, bad. The rat army is willing and waiting.

krixfort said...

MM your Mountain Man pie recipe looks deeeeelicious!

sloth said...

FB, your hexes are legendary. Sloth almost feels sorry for TRO. Almost.

postmoderndebunker said...

Caterpillars could stem cocaine production!! A recent headline.

sloth said...

Wow PD, are caterpillars eating the coca plants? That means there are masses of frenzied chompers out there... we must summon them for our army!

postmoderndebunker said...

Good point Sloth, I wasn't thinking about that. We can use the chompers on the chumps.

Bee of Death said...

I am buzzing about the tiny ears of my bloggy friends. I am buzzing a sly song of death to you. It is a sweet song, but an ominous song. Death is coming to you. Not now, but later. It is friendly.

postmoderndebunker said...

Dear B of D:

Please don't buzz around me. I have enough problems.

xo,
PD

Emily said...

Because I could not stop for death...it kindly stopped for me.

Emily said...

I heard a fly buzz when I died...but not a bee.

Dunker said...

I hate poems, Emily. Please go back to your quiet grave.

Svetlana said...

I am a mail order bride from Russia, remember me?

Anonymous said...

What happened to Ham?

Anonymous said...

I miss Hammy Paw.

Anonymous said...

Me too, I miss HP.

sloth said...

MM? HP? Where are yoooooou?