Saturday, July 23, 2005
Tablets of Wisdom
Tremors begin. Vibrations of the head. It is lovely and disgusting at the same time. There is boiling, there is leftover silt. There is flickering. Skeleton death masks appear, books on witchcraft and alien invasions. Black felt spiders crawl in yarn webs. White chalky tablets fall from the sky into your palms. You insert them in mouth and ingest, according to the accompanying pamphlet. Your cat meows from behind the door - tap tap tap with his paws. He wants to come in but you prefer the sound of his insistent wants to his actual presence. You are alone in the fish fry, the new world philosophy that you have been adhering to for the past six months. No one else is on board. The tablets help you gain insight that you cannot express onto the world, they unleash gutteral machinations on your soiled interior. It is messy; there is no clean-up.
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Translift and upform for the rest of time, get bigger and say more.
The sky is nice but I want to stay inside and have purgatory in my loins.
Ok. So. I have angry resentment. This is an admission of guilt. Also. I believe I am entitled to my hateful feelings. Also. I believe I should be able to commit murder-suicide if I so desire. Who is not with me on this?
I am not around, deleting myself for awhile. Trouble is coming, there will be no one to help. For some it will cause amusement.
yes to tablets, not in powder form. i hope to consider a new concoction without any portion control. here is today's leverage of health.
4 fiber pills
4 stool softeners
1 zoloft
2 mood stabilizer
1 aleve
No corn.
6 meat rolls
1 bowl of noodles
1/2 beer
1 rainbow ice drink
1 omelette
1 large plate of french fries
2 pieces of toast
2 mimosa
3 coffee
1 bowl chocolate ice cream
1 orange soda
3 pizza slices
4 pierogis
6 chocolate bars
1 stick of gum
3 scoops rocky road ice cream
119 pretzels
4 sausages
and a partridge in a pear tree.
barney. i am not in this with you. Please preserve yourself and your righteousness. Do something kind for yourself as you suggest to others. You are going to be okay. I promise because I know these things. I am patting your head.
I mean to say that I am not in with you in the destruction of self. preservation of self is sought
The rhythm is gonna get me.
Poetess. You are very hungry. We share this.
Barney, don't do it. There is plenty of love out there for you. From me to you and back to me then to you.
The words make me hungry. I cannot control the cravings.
poop from me into you and back and forth forever. so funny.
It is fine to be so fortuitous and spicy in the night. I believe in the afternoon delights and porpoise of solitude and frankness. You are ill-tempered and selfish, should this be my fault? I think not. Please consult the mirror-oracle and reive your behavior. You expect too much of others and it grays your temples.
I am willing to forgo natural love in favor of the pursuits of sick love. Sick love includes biting, swiping and tethering. It is truly lovely but frightening to most. Please join me in this band of punishment designation.
No. I will not join you. Get help.
Yes, poop into you, forever and ever. This is what love is.
Oh oh oh!!!! It is trying for the eyes and ears!!!!! The spice of words makes me frightened and sheepish. Thanks to all characters for their punctual habitual luminations. Transfixed, poignantly erasable, me and you.
There is much murmuring, much decision-making leading nowhere. Mangling is necessary for the fortification of the internal zones. Mangling, then veering forward, then snaggle-toothing in the shack of little air.
Poop poop poop, rocking, rocking, tongue lolling, licking and biting hand, cry cry.
I am writing a prose poem about you Barney. It will be epic in nature.
The murder and rape have been committed. I feel no remorse, only further shallow entitlements. I will off myself next but not yet. The mystery is here.
Poetess, you seem like a lady of the profound lake. Do you have long locks and do you enjoy furtive nestling in the flora?
The insurance program of protection, 24 hour specialists addressing calls of libidinal needs. Moving is easier with changing policy and safe calling mechanisms of treasures and transfering safe funds of misery. All around the world quality here for your loins. your worries are merited. The worth claims are dismal. Hate.
I am still not coming to help anyone, you must stew in your tasteless juices of scum, warping the view, always warping from inside out. SUFFER in the hots for now. I am laughing from the area above the arctic.
That is really obnoxious, Fixer. Considering your capacity to help you really are acting like a virus without cause. Fuck off, will you?
I am cutting my arms up, madly slicing the dangling white fish limbs. Coldness ensues. Batteries uncharged.
This is so tiring.
anonymous. Go back to bed and get out of here. You are tiring.
I am so tired, it's not your fault. It is just that I am tired, this is tiring. No offense.
I am dying.
Hey Helpful Reader, what is the matter? Why so scratchy-bitchy? Are you a naughty baby?
Come further down. Hotter than hot and full stomachs like a cow's.
It is all inch work, tiny marks making no difference I will go the park so I can forget my shitty shitty times.
yes, yes I am by the lake now.
Identities are fracturing and the desire to paint gives way to the desire for sun rays. I mangled this morning. Now it is time to go to the shack. Go MM, go, go go gogogogogogoogogogogoogoogo stop yer dawdly wall licking.
Cunt, you seem like a really fun guy!
Mine has migrated to my upper arm, the left arm. It is wiggling inappropriately. I can't go out unless I am on drugs.
Mine is on my lower back.
Wall licking still. Stoppit MM.
A breakdown of norms and folkways is occuring. An erasure of morals.
I am trying to make myself leave. But first I must
1. find the right penis guard
2. lick all the walls
3. sand my thighs
4. chew on my hands
PD. Please be my portion controller.
Here, by the lake, are Mermen.
Their members dangle in the ripples.
Are they squatting over the water?
Yes, releasing a long yellow stream.
I must go to the rocks and wait for them.
They are bluish in the light, from what I have read. It is lovely that you are with them. Treat them with kindness and acceptance, PJ. They will lick your buttocks in response. I am jealous.
I will lick your buttocks PJ. I am very experienced and will make you smile.
Preston, always trying to get in on the action, aren't you. Why don't you come over to my house and sponge bath me with a loofah. I am very very dirty.
I don't know why didn't ask sooner, MM, you know I live for this stuff. And I am good at it. And I am not a jerk---which is so rare.
Preston, I fear you are too crass for my poetic nature. Am I correct?
I am so stupid, I could puke.
The mermen are restless. They have licked my buttocks and want to do more. My cheeks are flush--I hide my head in shame.
The cheese is what I am after--the cheese and the sauce and the dough.
Malcom will pull and yank on the tuggable bits. Preston will lick and scrub. Poetess J will relax her morals and allow sucking and licking on her tush region. MM will administer flogging and receive the loofah flush. It will be chaste but physical, laudable in the basest sense.
The tablets of wisdom are lost to me MM. I am having issues.
My dearest darling Krixie-head:
The tablets are coming to you. They will simultaneously ruin your stomach and then enhance your desire for sinister fruits. Your ideas will blossom like green balloons, you will push wheelbarrows of broken tv's over the convex and concave nighttime terrain. In the light it's a putrid yellow that cooks you, in the dark it's purplish grey that chills you. You will be markedly changed but happy.
I want to smear you with frilly soap suds and feed you the jelly bellies of the soul. Inititation rites will begin in ten minutes.
Love,
MM
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If you get IFC, and you read this Sun. night, Sloth recommends turning on the TV right now - "Punk: Attitude" is on agian. Excellend docu.
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