Saturday, March 04, 2006

Nevermind

There is an attempt to banish bitterness, fear, and crooked miles. There is a desire to hide, but an eagerness to exit the cave and make ritual dances in a circle of stones, like a Druid possibly - if I knew anything about Druids aside from their stones, I would be more specific. Possibly Druids did not make dances, possibly they moved slowly in animal hides, forming long processionals with their glowing red Jawa eyes piercing from under the hooded hides. My eye sockets are turning bruised like the purply brown north seas. My lips are thick with unwanted meat implants. It's true that my lips are now made of beef. There is no purpose to anything, except the impulse to move forward with scratches, lines, and truisms in order to avoid hell, which for Atheists, looks much like the hell of Christians, for some reason. It's a hell of fires and blood. Even though Atheists don't believe in hell, there still is a hell.

27 comments:

corn 'n callous said...

I hereby request that you incorporate me into your diet.

Unlicensed Surgeon said...

It sounds like you could use a new brain too.

Anonymous said...

I am ready for a new brain, where can I purchase one?

Al's Morgue said...

You stab 'em, we slab 'em... getcher fresh grey matter right here at Al's.

The Capt'n said...

Mountain Man, I really hope you're feeling better soon, since you sound kinda down. (Am I misinterpreting?) I sure wish I got to meet you today at those openings, but gree c. hair and I had to leave really early to go to her friend's house. But anyway, hi.

w.w. said...

i did not see you either MM. where were you at, dog?

Mountain Man said...

The biggest sadness of yesterday was not meeting WW and Capt'n. Capt'n, I was a little nuts yesterday, feeling bad for various reasons that I have now dispensed with. Your sensitivities are precious to me like the french fries I covet every day but rarely eat. And WW!!! Sloth and I were on the mega radar lookout for your orange boots. I wore some orange as an attempt to magnetically attract you. I asked Uncle Fritz what you look like and thought maybe everyone was you. A wave of blackness set in, after we realized we might not ever find you.

No matter. We are set to meet next week, correct?

Hope the party with Gree C. was fun, Capt'n, it sounded like it would be. I wanted to follow on the kernels of Corn and take a look C for myself but there were other plans I had to honor.

The Capt'n said...

I'll just have to come back next month and stalk you guys. But don't be afraid, I'll probably do it in a very Edwardian and shy way, more like a nerdy detective than a stalker. I remembered reading about the orange boots, and then at one of the galleries I saw a blonde lady in a conspicuously orange coat, so I started getting happily nervous, but then saw that she was wearing pink shoes.

Mountain Man said...

Capt'n, we are looking forward to this type of stalking that you mention. We are on track for next month.

sloth said...

Capt'n, I have this picture in my head of you in a detective cap, with a big magnifying glass, looking at a footprint on the sidewalks of Chelsea. We'll all dip our shoes in ink to make it easier for you.

postmoderndebunker said...

Hey all you Hoes, wazzup?

Derek Adams, Fine Artist said...

Hey, PD. How are you? I am going to skulk about outside your new studio to try to learn some tricks about painting. I like your stuff. I am a painter too, you may not have heard of me, but maybe you have, I don't know. I consider myself first and foremost a "Fine Artist" and secondly, a painter, lower case, because I believe in the transcendent power of all the Arts, not just paint. I hope we are on the same page and maybe, if I am lucky, I will be in the same bed with you tonight.

Love,

Derek

postmoderndebunker said...

Derek,
I will learn you my ways of lovemaking, if I like you fine art implement. However, I will not reveal my painting secrets to a lesser man such as yourself. A girl can't be too careful nowadays.

Try to find me.
xo,
PD

Mountain Man said...

PD, I will not assist this criminal. You are fun.

postmoderndebunker said...

I should hope not, MM, given our history--failed marriage and all. Those early days of passionate gland-handling.

I am ready for Derek...if he dares.

hairy ass-crack said...

I know Derek and he is nothing to worry about.

postmoderndebunker said...

Remember when you took my pancreas in your hands? And then the liver? Now that was romance.

Mountain Man said...

PD I am ready to try again with marriage #2. I don't remember the divorce ever going through but if it did, and Derek doesn't snare you first, I would love to try again, to re-marry on St. Patty's Day.

Mountain Man said...

Yes your liver was particularly fragrant. I do recall it. Lovely.

postmoderndebunker said...

St. Patty's day would be appropriate, as I fear my liver is green at this point. Remember that painting show of mine: Painting Ruined My Liver...it's no joke.

Mountain Man said...

My liver has gone straight past green to acrid yellow. Never did I think you were kidding. St. Patty's day it is - a green wedding for luck.

postmoderndebunker said...

Can we have Shamrock Shakes and can we smoosh mashed potatoes in eachothers face?

sloth said...

"Where's me pot o' gold?" (thick Irish accent)

USB said...

Dear MM:
Well, sounds like you've embraced the season of Lent with great enthusiasm...trials, tribulations, hair shirts and flaggelations...etc...
Me, well, just exited a service where we (the choir) merrily chortled a latin mass as part of the communion service.. Was more embracing and celebratory than I had expected.
Been thinking of you and UF fondly - we have recently incorporated two little ghosts into our tablescape. They merrily dance all day and night - similar to the event when we were gifted with them!
We just completed a brief tour of the back acreage in the warm winter sun - checking for signs of greenery.. alas, the wind and ground are still chilly and freesing. But we sense the sap is starting to rise in the trees...

w.w. said...

crappers. i wore the boots but only one secret friend emerged. so all was not lost. yes, MM - we're on for next week. i guess i will just have to wait until then. gripping sadness. diarrhea.

Anonymous said...

I scanned for orange boots while in Plus Ultra, and was sorely dissapointed. I did talk to a hottie that ran the joint.

sloth said...

ww, I arrived at Sikkema at 6:30, and immediately began to circle the gallery like a Roomba, bumping my head into people's shoes, squinting & looking for the elusive orange boots. maybe you were there & gone already, or maybe we circled the room in opposite sweeps, but the only orange boots I saw were yellow and they were on a 4-year-old, so I don't think it was you...? anyway, next time.