| richard brautigan waiting on the side of the road for a ride |
[20 Jun 2009|07:02pm] |
... a car went by. an old couple. the car almost swerved off the road and into the river. i guess they didn't see many hitchhikers up there. the car went around the corner with both of them looking at me. i had nothing else to do, so i caught salmon flies in my landing net. i made up my own game. it went like this: i couldn't chase after them. i had to let them fly to me. it was something to do with my mind. i caught six. a little ways up from the shack was an outhouse with it's door flung violently open. the inside of the outhouse was exposed like a human face and the outhouse seemed to say, "the old guy who built me crapped in here 9,745 times and he's dead now and i don't want anyone else to touch me. he was a good guy. he built me with loving care. leave me alone. i'm a monument now to a good ass gone under. there's no mystery here. that's why the door's open. if you have to crap, go in the bushes like the deer."
"FUCK YOU" i said to the outhouse. "ALL I WANT IS A RIDE DOWN THE RIVER."
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[11 Jun 2009|10:04pm] |
john fahey is the man. why do i think he is THE MAN, or more importantly, why i think his fingers are solider-shamans of ecstatic and uncertain reverence.
i like john fahey because his finger-picking becomes so fast and intense like a spiraling staircase, like something fusing together only right before a knot appears everything is expelled gloriously into space. when i first heard the yellow princess it was this winter and the room i was living in had no heat and i was cold and lonesome and i listened to it and i felt THE SUN. also, sometimes his playing sounds like shimmering pistons, like ezekiel's wheel.
also, on a side note, sometimes when i'm doodling with a guitar i think of my fingers as dinosaur heads, or anytime really, when i'm bored and stuck somewhere.
one of his songs makes you feel straight-up UNCERTAIN about EVERYTHING. you could be listening to it after an amazing day with your friends or whatever and you could all be riding in the car very pleased and in-tune about everything and if that songs comes on it will CREEP YOU OUT because everything that was once so great is now ebbing away as this song plays.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-K4BeLRBEmg
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Xs4a-spzXhE
You gotta let go and let that open D minor destroy your life. Then you'll find your inner MELANKALI, BABY!
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| my anus said / melted cheese goblin |
[30 May 2009|05:02pm] |
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... and then i was breaking into the collingwood arts center at night. it felt like breaking into a castle. joe zsigray was lurking outside trying to locate the noise i was making. luckily i was hiding in a tower, but not for long because there were rats and cob-webs and so i came out and told him how all my friends were inside but i couldn't contact any of them and he was friendly and let me.
i walked the second floor corridor. the doors were closed but i had the magical ability to see through and see what everyone was doing. i visited tyler and talked about a land where there were giant fish-bowls. some of my childhood elementary friends arrived and i pointed them out surprised that they were still with me.
as i was leaving the building some man gave me the keys to his stick-shift car. i had no idea how to drive one, but i figured it out.
when i got out of the car i met corey and he showed me this island he just purchased filled with swimming pools and weeping willows and the land was inconsistly elevated. he showed me his pet baby bears and they were kind of iritating and i was scared and confused how they would turn out when they matured.
i was swimming in the pools for a while. i decided to leave the isand and climb up and into this building/boat. it was filled with passenger cabins and i explored one of them and found it empty except for left-over stale food. i couldn't tell how long ago it was last occupied. i felt a curious satisfying sensation in this empty room. i knew however that it wasn't my property and right then i saw old men through the window door in the hallway. i decided to leave.
i wandered and the location changed into a labyrinthine mall. i was lost for a while but i found a theatre and a seat in the first row. two beefy men sat on either side of me. all of a sudden they were both rubbing their hands on my anus or my dream-vagina and it wasn't pleasant at all. i become furious and shouted at them and they were very much surprised by my outcry. i stood up and was hollering and shouting the most vile curses at them. they recoiled and said their apologies and tried to get me to relax and to stay and enjoy the movie, but i wasn't having it. i stormed off. i found myself again wandering the unnerving labyrinth. finally i spotted my mother and brother sitting on a bench. they were both excited to show me the inhabitants of their fish-bowls. we all got very close to examine them when ...
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