Friday, September 23, 2005

S is for Everything

"cashflow" - hiking- dogs - pogs - blogging - boo! - apple cheesecake samples - hurricanes and how i wish they'd go away - the big battle of richard III vs. richard the lionhearted - guys named mortimer and their sex lives - broken, leaky faucets with limestone forming along the lower lip - jd salinger and why he's still a hermit and whether he's written anything good lately and how we might never know whether he did - "thinking out of the box" - playing arcade games in the city of arcadia, and how metaexistential that is - what Socrates's hemlock tasted like and whether it came in different flavors - "let's make sure we're on the same page" - Jane's addiction, who is jane, and what is she addicted to - throwing a baseball hurts my arm, a lot - the thing that keeps me going most of all is my unborne children, and their fifth birthday - who knows after that, my wife maybe - honest mechanics who won't charge you shit if they didn't really do that much work on your car - that honest mechanic's name is Jimmy and he works at the Honda dealership in Goleta - "let's get the ball rolling and move forward" - why obese people can't see that they are actively murdering themselves, and that that they should be convicted of a crime against the self - the dalai lama's words should be flown across plane banners worldwide, in every language, so that everyone can be happy at once, at the same time - the feeling of stagnation and the desire to get away away away from everything sometimes and just sink into myself, and then the equally strong desire to come back and back and back and kiss everyone - "you're gonna call it a day?" "i'm gonna call it a day" "sounds good. see ya around."

and we walked along me you and billie jean remember? when the house was fallinng apart the house was a mess the dishes were everywhere and chrissy was down making snow angels on the hardwood floor and lucy laughed like a baby and said 'this is just exactly, no, how i want to live the rest of my life' smiling soundly like an angel, a real angel, young still but so what? it was beautiful to see you and you andyou andyouandyouandyou there in october, making little sense at that time, but we didn't care it was one great big nothing, silence, everything, noise, noise, noise serenity through your eyes my love


At 9:08 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

i like the last paragraph.

whoa. for a second it felt like we were back in st. omer's crap class.


At 9:22 PM, Blogger BrownsvilleGirl said...

The last paragraph reminds me of Subterranean Blues a little. :)

At 9:40 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

haha, yeas I like that... The sort of abstractions that mean everything, kind of like some sort of fucked up modern prose! So fuck any ho's wanting that old prentious shit from the 13th century like, ye olde flower, how are thee beautiful and not really there, nah, don't want that, don't need that it's already there... So keep it up, making snow angels on the hardwood's what i want to hear, yes i wish we could live life like that forever and kiss you and you and you, ahah how f'ing beautiful...


At 11:48 PM, Anonymous Jaffe said...

25% of the world (900 million or so) can't read. 25%! So unfortunately, if we flew planes with the Dalai Lama's words on them around the world, 25% of the earth still wouldn't be happy. But it sure is a nice idea... that "Art of Happiness" is good as gold.


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