Category: Detritus

I finally managed to ruin a Volvo…

Random Yeats Passage (from “Demon and Beast”):

“Being no more demonaic a stupid happy creature could rouse my whole nature.
.chilled blood this sweetness brought; yet have no dearer thought than that
I may find out a way to make it linger half a day…”

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All I want for the rest of my life is lemon drops and Beatles songs and rain…

Sweetness lingers in spite of false threat of suffocation. He keeps lots of

pillows in case someone might want to smother him. All she ever wanted was

photos for the yearbook, scraps for the scrapbook, pieces for the quilt.

Someday it’ll all be just mementos in a tea tin, and dolls in a heart shaped

box. Someday she’ll be eating the dust and cursing the grave. Bracing for the

day he doesn’t come back, inevitable as monsoon rain, another price to pay,

another heartbreaking work of genius. When you die can I have your shadow?

Written in stone, written in ink, written in a name that cannot be erased. Said

aloud it becomes a story and all stories have inevitable endings. I’m wishing

for a John Irving epilogue but prophesy a Leonard Cohen afterworld. A heart is

just a vital organ, and I’m used to having those removed. A thousand years from

now it’ll just be me and the cockroaches immortal and living in the ruins.

Someday I’ll escape to tell the tale. Someday I’ll write the gospel of the

name. Till then I am harvesting the milk of human kindness. Drink deep and be

forgiven, a babe at the breast and innocent again. I want nothing and I am

nothing but all the nothing that I am is yours to lean on. I know you’ll take

my secrets to the grave. It’s all just words, it doesn’t have to make sense, it

just has to sound pretty.

When Christ said unto his apostles “This is my body, take and eat” perhaps it was just a round about way of saying “bite me, Judas.”
Convenience stores apparently sell just about everything these days.

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Billboard I saw recently: “The world doesn’t have a suggetion box.”

If it did, my first suggestion would be to institue corporal punishment for people who compose trite billboard slogans.

Thought for the day: Are eternal penitents housed in eternal penitentiaries?

Filk Night at Silver Sea…

Prompts a series of bad quaotational puns aka “filk filk.”

Such as the following:

“Why can’t I get just one filk, why can’t I get just one filk, guess it’s got something to do with luck…”

“Why don’t you take a flying filk at a rolling donut? Why don’t you just take a flying filk at the mooooon?”

Till then,

I’ve a lovely Cthulhu Beatles parody up my sleeve for later and a bag of ice to purchase.

So you can all just filk off already.

Next major Silver Sea event to my knowledge will be Club Crawl. I’m in the process of recruiting some talent, god willing…

Just watched “Rescue Me” with Denis Leary. Not at my own house, though, cause I don’t have cable and it’s on FX. Maybe I’ll get cable again. It was deep and satiric and sad and dark and true. It was black comedy edged with tragic seriousness in the vein of Kurt Vonnegut or Douglas Coupland. And plus I kind of think Denis Leary is hot. Er, rather, Denis Leary is still hot, even though he’s getting up there a bit. But we all know about me and those aging Irish guys…

Narcissistic vampires who wound themselves, then lick the blood…