Wednesday, August 30, 2006
Oh, Ernesto
The sirens all blared the emergency signal. Frantic passengers tossed and tumbled as the ship lurched in the wind. The decks were clogged as huge wads of seamen scurried to brace for the collision with the iceberg. His pockmarked face searing with anger, The captain lumbered from level to level, screaming orders to his men. "Get the fuck off the poop deck!" he yelled.Thus, the campus has been purged, its jock itch cleared. But with new students moving in, it's feeling less roomy. My roommate departed for the filming of "Earls Gone Wild", leaving me alone to stew like a, well, like a stew. But we'll see when the video comes out.
I no longer sleep with only one half of a brain. Thanks to some hemi-sync tapes, my cerebellum works in full synergy, dormido o despierto. Now if only I could get it to perk up a little!
MYW at 3:58 PM
Monday, August 21, 2006
Lost and Found / La Traición
What a frightful, forgetful beast I have become! Even my mother, the moony old snagglepuss, whips me without fail in every argument, due to my failure to recall the facts. Where was I?Among those things absent is comforting reverie. I listen to all the old favorites, evoke my most famed daydreams. I even got Pete across the hall to lend me his Pete & Pete dvd's*, but when I pop it in, nothing happens. There is a distressing dearth of flashback gak apparent in everything which once held a thrill, nothing nostalgic to pour into my pleasure holes when they dry up.
Far away in Zacatecas, every day I dreamed of distant pleasures - guitars, libraries, laptops, pink-nippled American babes. Sadly, upon arrival, none of these things held a visceral thrill. MarkCorp has lagged accordingly. The only thing holding me together is my daily peanut butter, and the Dr. Bronner's All-One soap I ordered, which has yet to arrive.
Thus my childhood has gone AWOL and im stuck looking for the quick fix. But I should really quit gabbing about it and spiral on into the future as Wotan dictated.
*beautiful, shiny coincidence
MYW at 6:57 PM
Thursday, August 10, 2006
Amen
Almost there. The road stretches out before me, never ending, never curving. We traveled all morning, all afternoon, and now dusk unfolds before me, the gooey orange sun dipping down into the horizon.Today ended my meatless adventure in West Virginia. The mountains were a startling sight, the fog tickling the large titly peaks and even some running down to smother us in the valley with such vibrant hues. Two days passed in the company of hippies, and my hair reeks of lavender and everything else natural.
Now we are passing through Ocala. My thoughts turn to the slash on my brow and to the foul brute who laid it upon me, and I have to shiver. I touch the thing, it screams back at me; the hurt is pale and terrifying. The whole mess clings like dried shit and I have to start a new paragraph to get rid of it.
Surely, after the apocalypse, man will once again embrace nature. Local goods will support us all and agriculture will again be in fashion. Ugly ass strip malls will wither and suburbia will die. I will dig my toes into the flesh of the Earth. Everyone will share their dirt. Everyone shall eat what they have harvested. Politicians will be destroyed.
That wouldn't be so bad.
MYW at 8:39 PM
Thursday, August 3, 2006
Dear Ziggy
Another problem solves itself! If only my math homework had boasted such powers.Today everything came free. Even with an umbrella, I could barely avoid the flying barrage of surprise freebies that hurled themselves at my dashboard. Speaking of which, I'll be operating a motor vehicle illegally in the next few days, much to the dismay of the Uni High P.E. Department. I'll be rolling in fits of laughter. Hel-lo!
Mom says that chrysanthemum (whoo!) petals are edible. You can just straight uproot 'em, throw 'em at the uvula. That's all there is to it, unless cleanliness is your thing; you might wash them things first. Jesus never started no brawls about nobody's hygiene. And that's a good thing.
MYW at 1:56 AM