12/22/2009

Meta

Is this a meta answer to a disinterested question...

Q: Did you brush your teeth this morning?
MA: Did you just hear gunshots?

I don't think it is....maybe...

Q: Did you just hear gunshots?
MA: Backstab? Groin smell? Mac genius?

Or...

Q: Backstab? Groin smell? Mac genius?
MA: Is this house built on a Hessian graveyard?

Or is this a meta answer...

Q: Is this house built on a Hessian graveyard?
MA: Why a Hessian graveyard?

I think it is but i'll go on...

Q: Why a Hessian graveyard?
MA: Did you brush your teeth this morning?

I've made a promise to write more.

In preparation for a family newsletter i'm putting together with my wife...a quarterly newsletter...i have decided to use this old, ignored blog for writing practice because i heard someone read this aloud once "...something, something...the best thing to do is put your writing out there because it does something to something." I was falling asleep but i got the gist.

Screw twitter.

12/04/2008

B Monster Logic

Whether i am alone stalking you from the woodlands, or with a pack hunting from the rooftops, or part of a team lumbering in the sewers, or a group racing across the road, or a mob bursting through that locked door, or a neighborhood housing an ancient secret, or a city blind eyed to a slaughter, a state trying to alter it's meaning, a country going to war, a hemisphere imposing it's doctrine, a world looking for a suitable home, a solar system about to implode, a universe upending the "unknown"...you will forever be my victim because you, my friend, are cursed when born.

Or something to that affect. I couldn't quite hear what was being said as i hung from a rope.

a nonsense email to max

Yeah, fasting. That's what i should do. I'm trying not to eat after 6pm (like Will Smith, who said on Oprah "I'm not physically active after 6pm so why would i eat?") but i'll wake up around 3am and start a pre-breakfast which is just a big wide tooth spaced bite out of a hunk of cheese. When i was young i'd bite into food and put it back in the fridge. My mother used to say "We have to put mouse traps in this refridgerator" knowing damn well the rodent was me.

Bluray...i guess i should say the blu ray player and the discs formatted with information are no longer needed when you can download the same clarity of information to a harddrive. Is Blu-ray better than HD. I thought Blu-ray was just a way of delivering information to a HD compatible monitor/tv? Or does Blu-ray refer to the information itself? I thought it was just a technology that compacted more information. I gots to go on the internet now and find out. Memory. That's the final frontier. Fuck the ocean floor. You have the option of downloading HD or regular looking movies (on xbox live and itunes) but netflix streaming picture quality streaming seems to depend on the wireless signal. It's all nonsense anyway.

People want clearer picture and sound in movies/music but are surrounded by ambient noise and shitty light fuzzy with a fucking grim film of industrialization hanging the air to begin with. Instead of a green movement, we should have a spacesuit revolution so instead of citizens being forced to be responsible for the environment we can completely bypass it and that antiquated idea of shelter. We can just become more self-absorbed inside of a secondary psyche shell (spacesuit) that allows us to be even bolder in thinking that everything exists around us and not through us. I like it.

Environmental suits with ipod hookups and surround sound, direct tv, high def, air purifying, moisturizing/exfoliating/sanitizing inner steam spouts, mother humming technology in the elastic belly armor plating, oxidizing fecal tank, betty crocking urine caker, euro translator, slang remixer, electro muscle stimulator, pornographic friction design with micro sensitivity tip clusters bunched around the genitals and fleshy walls of orifices, vitamin b generating boots with anti gravity ugg knit soles, skull molded helmets with changeable face visors ("look like a japanese demon of myth! look like Superman! look like your biological father!"), a comfort interlocking exo exo skeleton that eliminates your need to lay down to sleep, etc.

Sentences like "I feel like i'm outside of myself looking at the world" will be replaced by "I feel like i have diarhea but, like, it's 3 o'clock and i programmed my superself for daily medicating. [taps index finger to thumb] Superself....why am i not medicated?"

Superself System: I have diarhea

You - "Superself, i am your victim."

Superself System: I have diarhea

Etc. again. How long before some faggoty hippie modifies his spacesuit to make cheese? Then we'll have another strained movement in spacesuit technology where huge spacesuits are created to house individuals in spacesuits who want to grow their own food. We'd need another, larger, spacesuit for cheese storage and another spacesuit to house a spacesuited security force to police the cheese storage spacesuit. You won't win, you can't win.

Oh, what i mean is, maybe not right now (that should be the subheader for modern "being") maybe not right now but in just a few days, whatever advantages Blu-ray players offer will be voided in a barren landscape of digitally direct architecture. For reals. But then i guess you have to buy Blu-ray players to show interest in the technology so that Blu-ray players can be miniaturized and, eventually, stripped of a body altogether. Magic. Like when the titan Chronos swallowed his children and threw up the Gods. Wait nope. Like when Odin hung himself from the tree of wisdom...nope. Like when Jesus went up on that cross...nope. See if Jesus' body had been left to rot and his soul just hung around getting people drunk then i'd have something. Dionysus with a frown.

geez, i'm fatter than you but then, you're taller. I'm really fucking bored at work.

10/14/2008

Black Hole Hannibal Fists in Elephant

Emily, the Mongolian, sat commiserating with Garaud, the Afro-European by way of France, about how her mother too had punished her with severe beatings as a child. Garaud asked "Is she still alive, your mother?" Yes, she answered. Why? "Well, when you see her now do you spend most of the reunion trying to build up the nerve to exact your revenge? I do. I stand there rigid with anger and my fists are clenched so tightly that light could not escape from them." You have black hole fists she asked. "I suppose." Well, no she answered, i love my mother very much. Her eyes were closed and as she shook her head back and forth, her hair swayed heavily about her face. Her hair was dyed cherry red and her lips were tattoed purple.

The evening chime sounded and all the interned gathered near the exit, day tickets in hand for the finishing clerk. Emily wished she had told Garaud "Life was very tough on our mothers, the depression, the rape camps, the exterminations... I do think they deserve an infinite amount of forgiveness."

All punched out, Garaud did not say goodbye to Emily. He walked quickly to the main design facility gates, through the general walk way tube and onto the blue 01 line train. There were many seats to choose from as most of the city's occupants had stayed home due to the weather warnings. A fog of sticky, itchy clouds clung close to the ground while overhead, the sky rained down bits of black sleet. Garaud read a small book titled 'Elephants of Hannibal' written backwards.

10/01/2008

Dialogue from 'Vampyr the Geek'

Pshhhht! Chicken blood, schmicken blood. Hand me my hair clips.

There's something really odd about that Dr. Daedelus. Something dry yet...sticky.

How old are you boy? Perhaps old enough to get punched like a man, eh? Old enough to stare into the oblivion of my southwestern heart? Old enough...to geek...the chicken?

Tommy. Kick those house lights on, Tommy. These goddamn lightbulbs are hotter than the suns in hell. What? Fuck the show. My life is more important than this bullshit show..40 minutes of dribble drabble. Okay. I'm better now. Turn on half the lights. Y'know what? I'll just turn on this flashlight. It'll look spooky. Trust me, babe. Okay. Action!

To what do we owe this pleasure, uh, visit, Daedelus? Huh, what? Say again! I'm addicted to these carrots and i'm chain chewing them all day and i can't hear anything over all the crunching in my face. Go ahead, i'm going to just stand hear with my mouth open so i don't chew. Go ahead, shoot.

Geek the chicken! Geek the chicken! Geek the chicken!

I came to this town in peace but you all want me to leave in pieces. You call me a monster? You're the monsters! Hey now, alright! It's rumble tumble time.

Narrator: And so ends the tragic, yet sexually potent tale of Vampyr the Geek, who came to this dust bowl town looking for a mythical pair of panties and two dogs named left and right. He came, you called fowl, he was like "What?" and then you screamed "Gotcha!" Hey now, let's get mellow now. [then Lil Wayne's "Shooter" starts to play softly]

New Year/Same Time Something

Almost a year has past since my last posting. No one reads this shit so whatever. Life is different. I'm getting married to ms. funnyface crunch tip. Cripper on a shaft bell, purple tower. Otherwise all is the same. I don't write enough (which is why these posts are all crap), i don't use the Kamera no more (why no photo?) and i don't draw enough (which is why i never post any drawings).

HEE YAW!

Dialogue from "Chinese Frankenstein"

Oh shit! It's a chinese frankenstein!

Chinese Frankensteins always think they know everything.

Chinese Frankenstein...LOOK OUT!

Is that a virgin i hear in the lake drowning just beyond the wood?

As long as you live under my laboratory, chinese frankenstein, you'll follow my non-asian rules!

Chinese Frankenstein hate staple remover. Staple remover hee yaw!

And so ends the tale of Chinese Frankenstein, now left lost and lonely in the molten underground realm of the Ginger Talon King. But wait, what is this? The ring that was given to him by Mark Twain now shines with light again! Ooops, i just kicked it. Can someone please turn on the house lights? Seriously, that ring belongs to me. It's not a prop. Hello? Tommy, throw those lights on real quick.

I'm back

I was being interviewed, in my dream last night, by John Gardner, the auther of the Sunlight Dialogues and Grendel (loaned to me by D. Sadeghi long ago), but he looked like Brian Cox, the actor from X2, Deadwood and Adaptation. In the dream i was a young playwright 'Robots vs. the Werewolf' and 'Chinese Frankenstein' were my big simultaneous hits off off Broadway, both coming to the end of their limited runs. Just before waking up, he had asked me "Sherman Helmsley. Tell us about your relationship with this legendary actor. Do you write the parts with him in mind?" and i replied (in a baby helium voice) "He makes my written words singggggg!"

11/21/2007

I deal with this behaviour every day



Italian Butterfly

Organic Candies

The Furies



From the TV

2/11/2007

Canadian Discipline

The gin burns my eyes when i take the song out of the machine. Bastard distillers. I read the monarchy leaked gin into the frigid english air to subdue the troglodytes and impress the farwells on steamships and scooners. I knew an english baboon who dreamt of monster cars and destruction while somewhere in my dream all my loved ones took fishing knife stabs at me. Good voodoo on you too my two legged friend if you're spelling friend bastard nowadays.

1/31/2007

The last few months up to a year to a month

I've been meaning to keep a sketchbook proper that i draw in at least once a day but i have failed. I tried to keep a journal but i'm no longer a teenaged girl. Sticky notes motherfucker. Sticky notes are my day to day connections with myself while floating dull in the workspace subway space grocery place evening chore listening at the door for my girlfriend to come home and play along with me. Here are some things i wrote:

Small yellow -
"My father was a brutal man
with long groping heavy hands
the spitting image of his mother."

Square blue -
"All the things i've written about myself
seem like something written about
someone else i like. It's because i lie
and embellish but the great thing is...
now i'm trying to act like the me i lie
about and that's making me the me
i am."

Small yellow -
"Amy Winehouse makes my nuts hurt."

Small yellow -
"I shoulda seen her (Winehouse) when she
played that little crap jazz club up in Roch
Cha Cha before she went and got brilliant."

Small yellow -
"I told her [girlfriend] that while we were
in Quebec i'd speak gibberish French:
Henobatta henobatta sweengbatta"

Square blue -
"Cesar Chong!"
"That not my name, assdeviler."
"No, no, you little squat fool, i meant Seize her!"