My smoking of Sally D. commences....I’ve never been sucked into the vortex this fast, I feel like I’m rolling down a hill inside a barrel......
Going home late last night...suddenly I got a fright, yeah I looked through a window and was surprised what I saw...Fairies with Boots dancing with a dwarf.....
I hear a voice that sounds how Rumpelstiltskin would sound: “Eat the spaghetti sauce Jimmy, Eat the spaghetti sauce Jimmy, Eat the spaghetti sauce, Eat the spaghetti sauce.....The voice changes to the creepy song of children singing while jumping rope: “Little Little Linda, Little Linda Lou, Little Little Linda, she farted in her shoe, Little Little Linda, Little Linda Lee, Little Little Linda, she drank her sisters pee...the voices changes to a deep distorted Satan...”Little Little Linda, Little Linda Lou, Little Little Linda, I bashed her skull in with a brick....The only thing I see is myself lying in bed, and John Candy is standing over me with his blue parka he was wearing in Planes Trains and Automobiles, his belly has been slit, intestines are protruding, flesh is falling from his face, his mind is a river of polluted, sickening thoughts, he speaks:
You wanna hurt me? Go right ahead if it makes you feel any better, I’m an easy target....
Your mind is in madness, eat the spaghetti sauce, your mind is in madness, eat the spaghetti sauce, Oh and I’ve got a Neamen Marcus card in case you want to buy a gift for someone, DR. LEO MARVIN!........Let my inspiration flow in token rhyme, suggesting rhythm, That will not forsake you, till my tale is told and done...
“What the fuck are you talking about?” Mack said, back from the Vortex.
“I was talking about an episode of the Golden Girls where Stan, Dorothy’s ex husband, has to stay with Dorothy for a few days, they both sleep in the same room, Stan sleeps on the floor, right after they go to bed Stan starts laughing to himself, so Dorothy says, “Stan you better not be doin what I think your doin”, I was watching that episode with my Grandparents, me and gramps got the joke, my grandmother didn’t and I was disappointed. So I asked her to bend down and tie my shoe. I was holding a Rubicks Cube in my hand, I was going to drop it and let it hit her head and then tell her that I was just testing gravity, but I thought better of that. So I told her that the real name of the Jergens Soap company is Jergens Jerks. The name of the soap is Jergens and the people who use them are Jerks! She said we use Jergens are you calling us Jerks?”
Wednesday, November 4, 2009
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
Don't tell me Paul Clifford has got no heart when I can hear it beat out loud...
Mama, take this badge off of me, I can't use it anymore. It's gettin' dark, too dark for me to see. I feel like I'm knockin' on heaven's door....
Ring. Ring.
“Hello...yes mummy.....ok I’ll take care of it...yes yes don’t worry, it will be done....yes they are coming this weekend....I told you things are looking up for me....I’m fine, I’m doin ok....no no thank you, I don’t need money....yes I love you too....bye now.
Click.
The curtain closes slowly.....
Mama, put my guns in the ground, I can't shoot them anymore. That long black cloud is comin' down, I feel like I'm knockin' on heaven's door. Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door....
When the curtain closes completely a shotgun blast is heard from offstage followed by a loud thud on the floor....
When I was nineteen years old I worked as a greeter at a quick lube oil change place. One of my co-workers was an awkward immense man named Paul Clifford. He wore the same red sweatshirt everyday, he put cotton in his ears, and he couldn’t say the word synthetic. The boss used to make fun of him and purposely put him in situations where he would have to use that word. I got my lumps from the boss as well (one day he called me a big fuckin ape because I was always in the way)....but what I feel guilty about is that I would be nice to Paul when me and him were alone and then turn on him and join in on the torment when we were around people. And when he was gone for the day I would make fun of him to my co- workers, but what I failed to notice is that the co-workers and boss didn’t care about him when he wasn’t around....only I did, I wanted to keep the attention off me and my insecurities. And it was just so easy to torment him, he would talk about how he hated the mother of his child or how his mother was a bitch, the more funnier incidents included him taking the air hose and then taking the nozzle and putting it up to his head saying he wanted to kill himself with it....
About four years later I saw him. He was legless and in a wheelchair. He was working as a usher in the movie theater. Myself, Wifey and my son were going to see the new Winnie the Pooh movie. I talked to him for a few and found out that his legs got severed at the knee when he was helping a man change a flat tire and he had his legs out in the middle of the highway. He said we should get together, I said that was a good idea...I haven't talked to him since.
Ring. Ring.
“Hello...yes mummy.....ok I’ll take care of it...yes yes don’t worry, it will be done....yes they are coming this weekend....I told you things are looking up for me....I’m fine, I’m doin ok....no no thank you, I don’t need money....yes I love you too....bye now.
Click.
The curtain closes slowly.....
Mama, put my guns in the ground, I can't shoot them anymore. That long black cloud is comin' down, I feel like I'm knockin' on heaven's door. Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door....
When the curtain closes completely a shotgun blast is heard from offstage followed by a loud thud on the floor....
When I was nineteen years old I worked as a greeter at a quick lube oil change place. One of my co-workers was an awkward immense man named Paul Clifford. He wore the same red sweatshirt everyday, he put cotton in his ears, and he couldn’t say the word synthetic. The boss used to make fun of him and purposely put him in situations where he would have to use that word. I got my lumps from the boss as well (one day he called me a big fuckin ape because I was always in the way)....but what I feel guilty about is that I would be nice to Paul when me and him were alone and then turn on him and join in on the torment when we were around people. And when he was gone for the day I would make fun of him to my co- workers, but what I failed to notice is that the co-workers and boss didn’t care about him when he wasn’t around....only I did, I wanted to keep the attention off me and my insecurities. And it was just so easy to torment him, he would talk about how he hated the mother of his child or how his mother was a bitch, the more funnier incidents included him taking the air hose and then taking the nozzle and putting it up to his head saying he wanted to kill himself with it....
About four years later I saw him. He was legless and in a wheelchair. He was working as a usher in the movie theater. Myself, Wifey and my son were going to see the new Winnie the Pooh movie. I talked to him for a few and found out that his legs got severed at the knee when he was helping a man change a flat tire and he had his legs out in the middle of the highway. He said we should get together, I said that was a good idea...I haven't talked to him since.
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