who wants some more waffles?
“Judge a man by his questions rather than by his answers.”
--Voltaire (1694-1778)
"If you don't write your books, nobody else will do it for you. No one else has lived your life." --José Saramago (1922- )
“We accept her, we accept her, gooble, gobble, gooble, gobble, one of us, one of us, gooble, gobble, gooble, gobble”
--Tod Browning (1880-1962)
Ideas are like butts.
Every morning raccoon assholes trash our back patio. Pulgosos both man and beast prowling around through the alleys in my neighborhood (where most people are month-to month=no community) and i have this habit of joining the parade. Dumpster vodka with drunken menace. followed me home. drank all my beer. took all of my recycling (a nickel for every beer that he didn't buy) .4am jams with the mugwumps. Smoking cigarettes behind the methadone clinic. many stories. most make no sense and are boring as hell anyhow. some you collect as rare gifts. are those worth all the wasted walks with rambling assholes?
“what’s your name? you just some guy?”
“just some guy, yeah.”
“alright. we need some beers. Wanna hear a story about the great spirit?”
Recorded conversations with nightcrawlers. Spend enough nights walking around the city and you won’t be able to stop: you begin to prowl. Can’t be helped. Circadian rhythms are fucked.
I believe that my idiosyncracies are more important than ordered expression, and especially superior to grammar.
Social skills also suffer. Irritable in daylight hours; manic by night. Impossible to fix. The good news is that I can apply for the Oregon medical marijuana program. All of these bureaucracies make my teeth grind as it is. To deal with them in daylight hours-on their terms, in other words-why it makes a man want to throw something hard at something brittle, god damn it.
some words i enjoy: Haberdashery, inhibit, soporific, embargo, ebullient, masticate, diarrhea, hefeweisen, weisswurst for that matter.
Sometime soon I hope to be in san fran and seattle, doing the thing. I’ve got to pay off some pigs in the deseret empire so I can get a legit license. Tangled webs, I tell you. Tangled webs. what was i doing in that desert?
Things are slippery. I’ve gone stone cold sane. Anyone ever tried that? It’s terrifying. Most everyone goes crawling back to their delusion, right? But it’s a weird vacation of sorts. Lucidity can be almost as crippling as disassociation, if experienced suddenly. when it's gradual you get to cheat a little, and then it doesn't mean anything.
The other good news is that I’m going to recruit some musicians and start making music as exploding head syndrome. Manic jazz and soul power…the thought of it alone engenders a feeling of deep satisfaction.
i may just lock myself in the office and make some records-a good binge would be long enough to get my beard back. No telling what could happen then. With the beard comes the ruckus.
We are going to organize the first international wild rumpus, with rumpuses eventually happening simultaneously on every continent, even antarctica. Our non-profit organization, Eugene’s Tiniest Museum of the Proposterous, will sponsor the event.
Smell you later, folks.