Monday, October 23, 2006
In My Room
Hard times have hit for the ants in the bathroom. They've resorted to drinking the excess urine that splashes out of the urinal onto the floor. Some of them, the boldest ones, climb into the abyss and dare to drink from the very mouth of the thing, risking death by flush.The ants do not suffer alone. I've been nickeled and dimed, nevermind the fact that the new washing machines only take quarters. But they are more efficient and - purportedly - gentler. They won't ruff yer garb. You pay the price though: 1.25 to wash, 1.25 to dry. I've strung up my room with thin white cable, drying lines. The cool crisp air will kiss dry my damp corduroys, my delicately wetted drawers. No dryers for me.
Last night, high atop my elevated bunk I ventured to dream, and I dreamed some curious things indeed. I dreamed of a glorious return to high school. There I was, and everyone else, shuffling around in long lines on our way to class. Their eyes gleamed, and so did Henry's braces. They were all subbies! I wasn't though. I towered above them all, stout and mature like a stallion. I met my match though - a woman. I saw her, slowly drifting towards the stairwell. She looked at me and frowned, refusing my affection. Something was murmed. She then moved on...
MYW at 9:03 PM
Thursday, October 12, 2006
Freedom from Desire
Well, I'm alright. My endorphins are burning a hole in my facepocket, and now I don't know what to do with them. Although I do enjoy their company. I have not better friends than those things which fly around my cerebellum, hour to hour. When all is said and done, they remain, ready to toss up a friendly quip at the faintest inkling.Like Mamet wrote, luck comes in streaks. And once you catch a wave it only grows. The best part is, the more you surf, the better you get at it. Discipline yokes the mightiest beast, kills bacteria, boosts man to Ubermensch. What's so great about that? The Uberman gets unrestricted access to the salad bar.
The game of life has its winners. At the terminus of every relationship, the universe takes its time to separate the victor from the vanquished. The ones who win are the ones who forget you. Well, that's fine, I'm only playing for my own personal edification. Just busy figuring out the rules.
MYW at 1:25 PM
Thursday, October 5, 2006
Moonlupe
''The facts, although interesting, are irrelevant.''I must share with you all my merry jaunt to the music building. First was heard, through the power of 45 watts, some lovely surf guitar melodies. Soon my damaged fingertips begged reprieve, and out of piety I decided to wrangle the percussion. Bill the Mormon executed many formidable rhythms, and I played a round of shirtless drums. The rest of the evening was passed at the keyboard; there was much gaiety and dancing with Humbert, an aging upright. On my way out the door, I stopped for a nightcap in the MIDI studio.
Outside, the lovely white moon let every inch of her tender flesh fall bare before me. I hiked my guitar up over my shoulder and let myself smile. Ahead of me I could see an elderly couple. It became apparent to me during my approach that they were lost. "Do you know where the Beta dorm is?" The woman asked.
"Sure, it's that green one right there."
"Ha, excellent," The old man said. "We parked near it, but I couldn't remember where it is."
"Oh." I went into my dorm.
As I walked inside, still pondering our brief tete-a-tete, I espied myself in a mirror. I let out a small gasp and was transfixed. Holy shit! I had a moustache!
music: Mr. Softee Theme
MYW at 6:26 PM