.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.
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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.
I think I know who you mean. His name is Fork. I have heard that he may not survive.
This man is doomed.
why are there so many mean people on AJ's blog? I don't get it.
Wow, you have a whiff of the coma too?
I see the comatosis in the woods. It is dank and blob-like.
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.
Yes PD. The coma descends. It is very Jungian, very collective unconscious.
I was once Jung. But now I am old. I can laugh about it now, but at the time it was terrible.
Oh PD you are a such a morrissey whore. It suits you. I am un-Jung and Jung at the same time.
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.
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.
Hold fast. They sneak in through your pores. They are dark and hungry. They do not sleep. The fog is your cover, and theirs.
Fork, I am empathetic and hope you will find your way. Sheridan is right about the pores. The pores should be coated with silt.
Sheridan are you living in the valley of log cabins?
I am un-ying and un-yang. I just spent an innordinate amount of time at AJ speaks out.
How do you feel?
Sheridan, do you come from the wild west?
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.
Sheridan please tell us wherefrom you got hence?
Is it verdant? Are there poops in the grass? With furry bony bits in the poops? Is it truly wild?
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
is geno a follower if ham paw?
yeah Sheridan, where for art thou come frometh hence?
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 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.
earnest intensity is right on the money, MM. And thank god somebody still has some, unlike all the cynics I know.
Don't wait too long Sheridan or they, your villainous captors, will consume you and your outside life will dwindle.
I know, I think there is something kind of sweet about Albert. Something incantatory about his insistence of his toughness. I believe him.
MM, we never met for that drink before work. I'd like a 6am wake up call tomorrow.
fork, are we related?
I think I know you fork. You are somewhat indecisive.
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.
Watch out for Krixfork. He finds pathways where there are none.
I must go back to the catacombs. My masters are waiting.
Listen PD, I am still alive, and waiting fo ryou to get back in the bed.
I like snacks.
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.
Hunchback, are you kept underground because you are so untimely beautiful that no one yet understands you?
I do not know of these things. I have no estimation of myself.
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?
and snack cakes.
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.
We are related my twisted brother. Your prongs were always perverted. Shall we dine?
Lunchback I have always hated thou.
Dine on hairy slimers from the pit of despair.
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.
Mass is for the outright grumblers, the unkempt of mind and spirit.
Liquor is for the healthy and true.
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.
I am always drunk, a lush on the concrete slabs. There are birds always flying around my head in circles. I am fuzzed.
I am going to blackmale you with those pictures of you and your daddy.
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.
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?
Unwilling and unloving? What fires? The fires of indecency have dearly departed. What are you left with? Cans of botulistic fish?
Hunchback I do not know what to recommend. I will think.
Sheridan's intestinal fortitude appeals to me.
me too. If I had inner strength like Sheridan, then maybe I could tell Little Debbie how I truly feel.
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!
Sheridan is tired. He is dying.
What kind of foreign disturbance, Hyena? Perhaps this is warranted.
The foreign intervention of worm vehicles? Testimonies in a court of law?
foreign disturbances are not necessarily bad Hyena. Sometime they dispell malaise.
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.
fork, I would like to sup with thee. Would you care for some soup?
No soup for you.
where Fabeebles?
I am wanting to be knocked out some more.
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.
Anonymous, you took the words right out of my mouth. Damn you!! Get out of my head!
hey X's for eyes. . .I think I dated you once. . .
I think you're thinking of X for Mouth.
I'm so troubled. I am falling down. i have no control. I wish I were dead.
You are destroying me. Your raging emotions are pushing me under. I can barely maintain you and your tirades. please crawl under my blanket.
my teeth are grinding so bad!!!
join with me buspar to make a perfect cocktail. lets mingle.
i rule over all of you.
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??!
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.
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, what impedes your retreat to within?
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.
Hyena is always recommending booze. I think he might have a problem.
Albert scares me a little bit. But "Meat for Satan's Icebox" is a beautiful title.
hey MM, didn't Swiss Farms sell Hickory Smoked Summer sausage?
Hey everyone! How's it goin'?
I hear you ham. I've been searching for mine for years.
The pleasure principle requires balmy temps to flourish properly, HP.
Hey Mountain Man, were you in Betty Ford? Just curious.
Why are you so stricken? When did this begin? Do you have grapes in your buttocks?
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?
what are the tuber parts of you? Why are you so sure of yourself?
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.
on some people, the bum is the biggest organ.
McFarland, you wonder why you don't fit in. This is why. Go away and come back after grad school, okay?
My organ is more like an harmonica.
cool. can you play us a tune?
I am yellow with excitement!
I am brown with excrement!
I astonish Paris.
I can name that tune in three notes!
I can eat that apple in three bites.
I am getting notes of vermin, and a woody formica after taste.
I can't believe they're going brown!
McFarty-fart.....you are not welcome here and I don't care about your penchant for cheese!
I will come back to haunt thee later, my friend.
McFarland, you are young and your mind is soft and unformed as yet. This is not your fault. Go read something.
Proust would be good. Or Beckett. But start with Charles Bukowski; you'll really like him. A good gateway drug.
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. why don't you smarten up? You are a cultural retard.
where are you from mcfarland? Why don't you stop cheatly on your girlfriend? It is clear to everyone but you.
McF,
These are gifts.
Joanna Newsom
Jonathan Lethem
Bubble Dynamics
Go forth and expand.
Like a scene from Twin Peaks, that landscape is. I haven't the foggiest where your girlfriend has gone.
stop talking about me.
more gifts - easy gifts.
libertines, yes? you know?
spoon
snow patrol
these may come on the mtv. maybe you know of them.
There is an interesting subtext to your music choices m.snob. A political action group of upper middle class cocaine users, no?
Spoon is my fave!
good observation, ha.
Snow Patrol is a pop sensation. Newsome is vocal beauty. How 'bout Devandra Bernhart? huh, huh?
This is all above McFart's head
I second the Snow Patrol. Nouvelle Vagues too.
PD, don't think less of me because I succumbed to the pop sensations.
I love joanna newsom. She makes me SO HAPPY!
Oh no Krix....I am in agreement. I love Pop!!! I love a well-crafted pop tune. You like The Stars?? So good.
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.
I am also into Arcade Fire...and of course Angioplasty 6.
I may have to break out the Angioplasty 6. I haven't listened in awhile.
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