vicodinorama
so i've been taking vicodin a lot at night, for my broken wrist (getting better)
and arthritis (unchanging) and all these words keep popping into my head.
in the morning i look at what i wrote i am surprised by some of things that
turn up in the notebook.
i seem to think about the past and hell and oft-heard phrases a lot.
and don't use much punctuation.
one of my favorite books is "the stars my destination" by alfred bester.
get a copy and read it! in it, people can teleport and it is called jaunting.
so here's a recent batch of vicodin soaked words.
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9-10-08
i jaunte into your living room
you greet me with a flame thrower
but ha
i'm in an asbestos suit
salvaged from a 1930s science fiction story
tiny fragments of asbestos in my lungs and blood stream
but i don't care
i'm jaunting into your living room
with my vest of explosives
the terrorists told me it would pop open with flowers and candy
but i know instead we'll all be blown to the big rock candy mountain
shards and flames and cinders strewn across the scorched land
off to hell or never never land
whatever we believe
and not caring any more
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9-9-08
hurtling onward
in the life
in the universe
riding on the arrow of time
hurtling
hurtling
no brakes here
no going back
just forward forward
onward onward
no matter how much you want to drag your feet
linger on a precious golden moment...
no, you can't
zip, it's gone
onward onward
hurtling forward
up the ladder, down the tunnel
on and on
to death and hell
---
9-10-08
legends of the past
stalk and creep across the stage
power and beauty
reduced to dust and ashes
still raging bright in memory
searing passion truth and music
but slowly falling
drifting into the mist
into oblivion
---
and arthritis (unchanging) and all these words keep popping into my head.
in the morning i look at what i wrote i am surprised by some of things that
turn up in the notebook.
i seem to think about the past and hell and oft-heard phrases a lot.
and don't use much punctuation.
one of my favorite books is "the stars my destination" by alfred bester.
get a copy and read it! in it, people can teleport and it is called jaunting.
so here's a recent batch of vicodin soaked words.
---
9-10-08
i jaunte into your living room
you greet me with a flame thrower
but ha
i'm in an asbestos suit
salvaged from a 1930s science fiction story
tiny fragments of asbestos in my lungs and blood stream
but i don't care
i'm jaunting into your living room
with my vest of explosives
the terrorists told me it would pop open with flowers and candy
but i know instead we'll all be blown to the big rock candy mountain
shards and flames and cinders strewn across the scorched land
off to hell or never never land
whatever we believe
and not caring any more
---
9-9-08
hurtling onward
in the life
in the universe
riding on the arrow of time
hurtling
hurtling
no brakes here
no going back
just forward forward
onward onward
no matter how much you want to drag your feet
linger on a precious golden moment...
no, you can't
zip, it's gone
onward onward
hurtling forward
up the ladder, down the tunnel
on and on
to death and hell
---
9-10-08
legends of the past
stalk and creep across the stage
power and beauty
reduced to dust and ashes
still raging bright in memory
searing passion truth and music
but slowly falling
drifting into the mist
into oblivion
---