Monday, June 13, 2005

One, Two, Three, Four

Ominous counting, rope over top and under bottom. Fixed glance, nice pressed suit. I am looking for something, someone. I am barbarous and lonely, fixed and unhinged. The fixer has gone missing.

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75 comments:

Anonymous said...

I am not missing, I am over and under like your rope friend. I stay close, I cleave to you, even if you do not realize it. You miss me because I help you so.

Anonymous said...

Remember you are a sheep, Bleet. Remember you are blind and unfeeling even if you are not. Precious Moments is where you should head.

Anonymous said...

Head over to me, there are wide-eyed miscreants, soft and guilty.

sloth said...

... and ready for the bashing!

sloth said...

This doll looks like a boy-doll, but the bun is confusing. Gender confusion is upsetting Sloth. My sister... my brother... my sister... my, uh, brother.

Mountain Man said...

He is boy, Sloth, but I understand your nerves regression. He is distant boy cousin, not brother. He is zombie-esque. Ham. If you need him to he will top over bottom come over to crush you. Just give me the word.

Mountain Man said...

I do believe this bun is a sad form of winter cap.

Mountain Man said...

Do you have a dead twin too? My dead twin died in my mother's womb. She says I killed him, that's the kind of man I am. I believe her.

Anonymous said...

I know this fixer. The fixer is missing, he is hiding.

sloth said...

Horrible twin facts: there is a kind of "monster twin" that is a giant headless twin that feeds off of the other twin in the womb. There is also a phenomenon where one twin grows out of the roof of the mouth of the other twin. No joke.

Anonymous said...

How come no one can see me? I am here amongst you but sadly not visible. I am mute.

sloth said...

Cut out the offending tissue, Hammy. It will hurt and bleed, but when it heals you will feel better.

Mountain Man said...

Oh Sloth. I have heard of these kinds of things. Disgusting and scary. The twins, the teeth, the sick tissue, it can all grow without meaning to.

sloth said...

Nature is freaky. All we can do is try to equal nature in the freakyness.

Mountain Man said...

Ham, this is quite an emergency. I have dull scissors, I will come over at once to bash this sick shit. Sloth. You must join me. Perhaps Wandee too. Let us cut cut cut.

sloth said...

We must fetch PD with the Turbo Slicer. At once!

sloth said...

MM, you could bring the magic knife, the white one.

Mountain Man said...

Yes the xtra ultra uber sharp mega mega knife of white to cut. I am ready for surgeries.

Mountain Man said...

Ham who is this red kinky haired menace? Is she related to the cocktail sauces?

Anonymous said...

This fixer is fading from view. He worked in the carpentry realms with saws and is now missing. He burns bright under the earth in the fires. I miss.

Anonymous said...

I cannot decide if I still have relevance. The circumstances of reality propel me away from the monoliths of ecstatic oneness. I urge away. I enmesh in the tasks of urgent now. I fear I am not needed, I fear I am loneliness.

sloth said...

That is sad. The crookedness of the fixings was appealing.

Anonymous said...

Maybe you don't require assistance. Maybe you perceive I don't require assistance either. Maybe your hands are preoccupied with playing and caring and careening. I will see you another time.

sloth said...

please stay, fixer! fix our broken-toyness.

Mountain Man said...

That is a soap opera of strangeness in our midst. Who are they and what do they represent? All I can think of are cookies. Sloth. What is your favorite type of cookie.

Anonymous said...

I will not recede from view, I just doubt my qualities in relation to utility. I want to stay, to fix, to reinforce, I want to. I want to urge and enhance. I require cartons of chocolate milk to stay.

sloth said...

The sweetest, sweetest cookie possible, MM. With honey and nectar and sugar and marshmallow fluff and big eyes.

Anonymous said...

I am in love with a fictional TV character. i am ashamed.

Mountain Man said...

Yes eyes on cookies are a good idea. Large googlers. Edible googlers.

Mountain Man said...

Anonymous. Is it Buffy?

Anonymous said...

No. It is House.

Mountain Man said...

Please tell more.

Anonymous said...

House fixes brokenness, but he is like a broken toy, too.

Anonymous said...

I am in love with a house too.

Anonymous said...

I dream about him at night. I know he is pretend, but the brokenness makes me love him.

Mountain Man said...

House sounds lovely.

Anonymous said...

House is not a house but house, a broken toy?

Anonymous said...

I am talking about House, M.D., not a house that you live in, silly anonymous!

Mountain Man said...

House sounds like someone I can imagine in real life.

Anonymous said...

He appears on Tuesdays at 9 pm on Fox. And I love him. I think about healing him with kisses of fixing.

Anonymous said...

This sounds like a good thing to love. Does house have wide eyes?

Mountain Man said...

You need to bring him to your prom.

Anonymous said...

I am ashamed because I am in love with a TV character, but am in a nice, actual and real relationship. What does this mean?

Mountain Man said...

That you have longings that can only be satisfied in imaginary worlds. This is not in conflict with the real.

Anonymous said...

House is angry and hurt, and also a genius. He is sarcastic and mean. Hurt me, Housie!

Mountain Man said...

Housie sounds intense. Sounds like a keeper. Keep watching and longing for house without concern. You are safely in the real and cannot be blown to bits in the ether.

sloth said...

Call a carpenter to fix that House, anonymous.

Anonymous said...

I am confused.

Mountain Man said...

I am confused too. I am trying to go with the flow as they say. I feel that House is a message from Jesus. I am frightened.

Anonymous said...

Mountain Man, your advice is so welcome and gentle. Thank you. I no longer feel ashamed.

Anonymous said...

No, House is an atheist. This is part of his perfection.

Mountain Man said...

You should never be ashamed, anonymous. House is a unique phenomenon. Even if no one understands House is worth loving. Even if House is from Jesus.

Anonymous said...

He has a huge closed-off, pain-wracked heart that cries and makes me cry.

Mountain Man said...

I am sorry. I am sketchily oversensitive to the spiritual/religious realm. Please forgive.

Mountain Man said...

House sounds truly compelling in the best way. I love to cry and make cry. It is lovely.

Anonymous said...

So I should just feel the longing and allow it to happen?

Mountain Man said...

Yes that is my feeling, anonymous. Feeling is better than no feeling, even if it is a hurtful House-wanting feeling. The bubbles of need are propellant for makers and fixers. They push and make urgencies where before there were none.

sloth said...

Anonymous, maybe your feelings for House can tell you something about you and your inner workings.

sloth said...

Like, that you are drawn to brokenness?

Anonymous said...

I guess so, Sloth. It is such a deep feeling, more than a crush-feeling, more like an obsessive-love feeling. It must touch something raw.

Mountain Man said...

Broken houses can be lovelier than fixed ones. Broken is ok. Fixed is a state to aspire to but accepting its unattainability is fun-making. Maybe.

Anonymous said...

Desire is a powerful and stirring force. Allow yourself to be stirred.

Mountain Man said...

Anonymous, you are a sweet cookie.

Anonymous said...

Anonymous, it does not pay to become involved in a rescue-job relationship. If your real relationship is healthy, you can fantasize about the rescue job, but believe me, it is a tough row to hoe.

Anonymous said...

Mountain Man, you are so smart it is scary.

Mountain Man said...

Nardlet has a point. Rescuing and fixing an hoeing in another garden can lead to dissatisfaction and distraction. You must know what you are after. A state of longing or a complete re-shuffling. Whose lawn are you wishing to mow?

Mountain Man said...

Anonymous I don't know if I am smart, I am weedy to be sure. Weedy like a snowball. You seem like a lost soul. You need warmth and pats.

Anonymous said...

I think I can be happy in my own lawn Mountain Man.

Mountain Man said...

That is lovely.

Anonymous said...

thank you for the warmth and pats, everyone. I will go now.

Anonymous said...

I'm not just for breakfast anymore!

Anonymous said...

Shit. I spilled. What to do.

sloth said...

Spillage, I wouldn't worry about it. Just call Mr. Brawny. Where has Hammy-Hammy Paw-Paw gotten to? Sloth misses.

none said...

you are a superstar and a stalker's dream. your fixed glance along with only your head should be mounted in the altar of precious moments. the rest of your parts should be spread around the world as miraculous relics of an androgynous saint. the rexif is 666 spelled backwards.

Mountain Man said...

The rexif is natas in the form of one singular solitary human being. Live is not bad. I like your blog is something I want to tell you.