Wars

i saw fahrenheit 9/11 today, i'm kind of at a loss for words, other than "woah." ty azeem for recommending it... it was one of those movies that will change your life.

i'm paranoid but i feel calmer being paranoid than not. if that makes sense, score 3 points and take a klonopin.

chris, when are we going to go to woody's weiners, dammit?!

i feel really serious right now. it's been a somber day. in addition to the movie ( and during the movie) there were monster thunderstorms up in here. i keep thinking about soldiers, and about my dad, and about the whole pathology of the whole world getting screwed up and mutating b/c everyone is everywhere at the same time. reading "Feed" doesn't help this feeling much either. deny, deny, deny. superstitious crap. this will never end, he's right.

oh well. i'm going to put a sock in it now. i AM going to post this blob of shit that i wrote about the Masochistic Creep the other day. i'd post his full name, address and phone # but i think he's getting his come-uppance, at least for now. god, revenge would be so keen though, especially with some formaldehyde and a Louisville Slugger.

ok, here's my own stupid little war:

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A series of poses
Titular gesture-drawings <~~~~~~~(oh my god, i've never used the word "titular!")
"The Ardent Hands."
Tours of humble grace
Curator becomes slave to artifact.

You will always be a list:
Cain-killing-Abel.
The War of the Undigested Serpent.
A dark and stormy cliche.
Judas/Bluto, Leukiemia,
the Guy who shot J.R.

A million names, to set burning reminders:
Breadcrumbs or boulders
so you won't find me.

Whatnot again, you're chewing at my front door
You're licking the walls, you're pulling my house apart
like saltwater taffy.

I'm watching from behind the glass oven door;
a canon of entropy, duck dinner for four.

High-rise cemetaries, playground equipment
cherryblossom trees
(the flowers were never for me)

Bone-feast, pulverization. Meals for
saving face, a toast to the starved.

Our love: an epidemiology.


--copyright J.L.R. 2004, no rights reserved.


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maybe i should stop there. i need to do some emailing and shit, i have to get up early tomorrow. well, for all you fellow aetheists out there..."Someone, Bless America."