Posted by KID A on March 18, 2004, at 8:21:53
01. Waking up your neighbors in the morning blasting Miles Davis.
02. Stepping on a bug by accident, if they were bigger than you, they would probably step on you by accident as well... but we must treat all life as equal, so, wish it well in it's next life.
03. Crying in the emergency room. Medication withdrawl seems so little when you lay a few sheets down from someone who has died. But crying is relativity, it relates to how you feel, never give up on your own pain. It's when we stop feeling pain that we stop living, when we only experience pleasure, we have no appreciation for it, skin up, we're allready dead.
04. Not Dying for you Country. A famous man, whom I forget because I'm a forgetting medicated b@st4rd... said, I would rather die for a friend than my country. This is true? What has your country done for you latetly? O'le Maggie is dead aint she? We got dem bushes, dem russians want to steal America... but they gone, we stomped them out in a shopping spree for missles... we got no enemies, we gots to make new ones... lets try to take out our old buddies from the eighties... dats gud, America him slow, don't wanna know, look up dem faks...
05. Burping after eating a big meal. Well, lets not be to hasty, no one prefers to hear a hellacious belch in the middle of the Four Seasons where the stars of Sex & the City are contimplating Sex within the City, rather than talking about the relationship in style between Virgina Woolf's Mrs Dalloway and James Joyce's Ulyssys... but people burp... make other noises, it's natural... Bukowski, seeing a dead swan was startled and thought of moving it from the park, then thought again how selfish and wrong it was of him to be 'embarased' for it's death... we all do these things... we're human, don't go nuts, but still... we're human.
06. Not giving a penny for the Old Guy. Guy Fawlkes could have been forgotten forever, nobody would have known this man who tried to blow up the parliament... but instead, they made a holliday of him, it's like giving a day off of work for the Unibomber (not a dumb lad, a bit radical, harmful, but no dummy)... By effigy, and holliday they've assured us that we'll never forget Guy Falwks... He lives on in infamy; and fame is always for people who would rather die scorned, than forgotten.
07. Lonely birthdays, lonely valentines, lonely christmases, et al... These are just one day just like all the other 365 or so that our planet revolves around the earth... we assign them value out of tradition, oh I hate being one year older, oh look at those clothes, oh look at that style, it's so old... rejoice in your own holliday, each day you wake is another night you've made it through, not to slip the cable... there will be plenty of time to sleep later... if we didn't call white, white, we'd call it black? Understand, it's irrelivent.
08. Celebrity Death. Death isn't a good thing, give or take the ending of a years suffering of Cancer, which I've seen, then it seems like a godsend to the recipient... But don't shed too many tears when Natalie Wood jumps off the boat, so did Hart Crane, and his life was ten times more meaningful... I guess... he wrote poetry, TS Elliot said he had the 'brain of a pin'... ouchie... but, still it's all equinimitous... for ever celebrated lost cast member of "Family Affair", there are hundreds upon thousands of nameless people starving in the world who were unfortunate to have never starred in a film or television show... Let's not push them into the dying of the light. But don't forget the little people who mostly, don't even get so much as a writ, in the obit.
09. Your face in the mirror at 4am... Can't sleep, up again, went to bed at eleven, turn over on your left side, uncomfortable, turn over on your right side, uncomfortable, look at the clock, 12:15, look at the clock 1:34, look at the clock 2:45... and on... you get up, and walk to the bathroom, to do some business or something, get a glass of water... can't sleep, can't sleep, can't sleep... something inside us is keeping us awake... when you look at yourself, don't look too long, you'll fall into yourself, you'll see your father, or your mother, your old friend from austin, and you'll have to smash out the image... go back to bed, sleep will come if you stop thinking about it. i like to pretend i'm the only inhabitant of a huge submarine... lying there, miles under the ocean, the pressure of the deep compressing the walls... everything still except for the red lights... the black metal, alone, peacefull... with no distractions... no chirping night birds. sleep comes.
10. yourself. you never promised anyone a rose garden. yell in the street. destroy a toaster if it burns your toast at the lowest setting, quite expensive if you keep buying the same brand from your local toaster store... but cathartic nonetheless... why not fling paint at the walls, become your own Jackson Pollock... forget everyone else... what do you owe them? only kindness in return... treat everyone with kindness even if they treat you badly... it's the Diamond Way... but never feel embarased or shameful of yourself. you're letting you ego get to you old dear... that's not good. vajra kisses... diamond thunderbolt, be here now.
love. namaste.
zenhussy wishes you all good day, too.
poster:KID A
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