Kitten

Here is a photograph of a kitten.




It is not my kitten, and I have never even met this kitten, to be honest. That is unfortunate, because this kitten, judging by the photograph, which is perhaps not a weighty method for getting a sense of a kitten, but i digress, this kitten seems like a brilliant sort of kitten, whom, quite possibly, many other kittens would envy.

Again, judging from the photograph and only the photograph, which we've agreed is not the best way to go around accumulating evidence for a certain opinion, especially certain opinions on kittens, but anyway, judging from the photograph, this kitten may possibly hold some future secret, could invoke some slice of a thought or piece of wisdom which would lend itself to tethering the falling bits of universe together, in all its endless failing gravity without edges.

I know that seems like something very profound for something as simple and seemingly unimportant as a kitten, but this is the way it works. This is how the universe rolls, son. The things you would least expect come back to save you, in this life or the next one, at last at last.

And besides:, Awwww. What a cute lil kitten.

rollercaosters / caffeine / steadfastness

I am a sum of so much that i have sensed. And the sound that i'm hearing is only the soundOf the low spark of high heeled boys.

For a few years, my brain has not been steady, or steadfast. It gets sick when you churn it around. And so i would be left with vertigo, throwing up over the sides of boats, feeling ill in the backseats of automobiles, more and more sickly was me, more and more of the time.

I was not in the know, on where it could all come from.

I began to take iron supplements, for fear that i was anemic, but bloodtestings showed that i was not anemic, and iron supplements were not helping.

Anyways, when i got sick, i ditched coffee, which i was accustomed to drinking many cups of, on a daily basis. When i was sick, with something which was very much like plague and the black death, i was ingesting only soups and water and orange juice and vitamins.

And last weekend, Michael and Melissa came to Florida, and we went to Universal Islands of Adventure, and we rode upon the backs of countless rollercoasters, and everyone was happy to notice that i was never sick from the movements. More than anyone, i was a happy person. Being sick from rollercoasters would have surely caused me an additional anxi.

I think that it was caffeine junkie effects. Which caused me to be more heavy in anxiety, which i do not need to experience, because i am experienced enough with anxis,.

Rollercoasters and rockabilly.

I am trying to decide to not go back upon the iron bull of caffeines, because maybe i will seem healthier, or of additional vital substance.

Except that now i am exceedingly tired for a lot of the time that i am awake. Like now, for instance. I was sleeping at eight thirty last night, straight through the night, and i could have gone to bed at eight thirty again tonight. This is the part of me that is better off being eighty or ninety, which sometimes i think is also a percent, which is an additional anxi, so i had really better not touch a coffee, and even less because it is usually too hot to touch.

Today when we were out to lunch, "head over heels" by tears for fears began to play on the public announcing system, and allofasuddens i felt as if i were in a slow motion eighties movie scene, like a building of some sort of teenage intensities, of which there are several, and it became awkward, being in a slow motion movie scene, because i was expected to order food, and this cannot happen because there is no talking in slow motion eighties movie scenes.

Something happens and i'm head over heels, i guess. I never find out til i'm head over hee-eee-eels. Sort of.

It was all because of Donnie Darko, to be honest, which i sawr again last night, and which is always surreal enough to make me feel very surreal, which can be a lasting effect that sometimes i enjoy, because it is different from normal. Normal is too samey.

Michael and Melissa are returned to Rhode Island now. I will assume that they had had enough of me. Believe it or not, i am not exceedingly exciting to be around, because i am meant to be a peripheral, and not a foci. Plus, i was even quieter because i am always tired from lack of coffee, which i do not touch, ingest or inhale, except for this morning, when i had two cups, because i am not good at willpower, which will really turn out to bite me when i try crack cocaine for the first time, maybe.

I am supposed to move to Canada, soon, but i have been saying that forweeks. I don't know if i can believe me, anymore. It has been weird, to feel like i am in transition for such a long time. I prefer fooling myself with fake transition than with fake monotonistics. Which are dreadful.

I am going to go and sleep now, because it is my new favourite way to spend my free time, which is great for people who would be jealous of me if i were wasting my time enjoying myself.

I am too tired to be bothered to think about what i would do if sleep was not an option, i would suppose, if i were not too sleepy to suppose, which i am. OH, bother.

sasquatch and the sickabillys is from providence rhode island.

Last Friday night I went to see a band with Michael and Melissa, because they were visiting Florida, and this band played in their backyard last June or May, because they had won a contest on the radio, because Michael always always always wins contests and items from the radio, for as long as he has lived, except once where he told me to keep calling the radio station, and he was the eighth caller and I was the ninth, so I won a VHS tape of "Meeting People Is Easy", but anyway,

The band was Sasquatch and the Sick-a-Billy's, and they are exceedingly difficult to describe, but what is important is that they seem to be a superbly fucked band which is straight out of 1956, and they all play their instruments very very well, and the singer is gruff and has his eyes rolled back in his head all of the time, and they played two Johnny Cash covers which were the best Johnny Cash covers I have heard, ever, and they also played their own songs, and they are not the style of music you think of when you think of me, but they were one of the better live bands I have seen, because they were a lot of fun to watch.



You should go see them.

Their website is here.

unsubternaturals

there is a sense that i have, and sometimes it has a geography, and can defend itself against when i doubt, it can hide, and remain convinced.


i have no name and no one knows me. tonight and some others. blcok, amnes-a. floors or depths. or?

fevers; carnivores

i have been stricken with fevers and spells over the last day and a half. it is a punishment from a deity. how these fevers are impressive, is how if i curl into a ball, i will not feel nauseous and my core temperature will reach 310.9 degrees kelvin.

i went to work, but i guess i should not have. i could not obtain ambitions. and also i was craving a position of being curled into a ball and reaching 310.9 degrees kelvin.

i would have settled for 310.15 degrees kelvin.

because in general, fevers do not feel too bad, except for getting up and locomoting, which should not be recommended, in my opinion.

like for the last hour, i had the stereo playing landing songs and i had tuned into a muted dinosaur program on the science channel. it's about allosaurs. they are carnivores, and they sound like space.

i could never be a carnivore if i had to stalk and hunt creatures. i would be a green green vegetarian if that became the rule.

unless i could use a gun. then i might still be able to be a carnivore. i just don't want to have to take an animal down with my teeth, and even have to tear out chunks of meat after i did that. this would be too much carnivore. more carnivore than i could handle. i do not trust my dental works that much, and plus i have a feeling that the animal that i would have to attack with my teeth might get scared, and i cannot bear the thought of a scared animal.

i hope that we will find a way to keep my omnivorism going exactly the way that it is, because i am partial to it. and i do like ingesting inanimate pieces of meat sometimes.

i am glad that asparagus is not scared of its fate.

Buy Danish!

By the way, please treat yourself to a block of Dofino Havarti cheese, and enjoy along with a sixpack of Carlsberg or Tuborg beer.

And buy your kids some Legos to play with. In fact, if your kid does not already have some Legos to play with, then you are most probably a terrible parent.

Buy Danish! You may also buy danishes, but that will not really help very much.

Visit Århus!

CONNECT THE GODDAMN DOTS (or: On Blasphemy)

Why so sensitive, Islam? Do you have an inferiority complex? Such a sickening fucking temper, Islam. It's a disgrace.

If you feel threatened by a cartoonist, you need to take a few steps back.

Way back.

I am officially unsympathetic. Kill me, why doncha?.

I'd say that Christianity may have been the more brutal and terrible faith, historically, but you're most definitely on the fast track, Islam, you insipid sociopath.

Blasphemy is a right, even if it is in poor taste sometimes. Blasphemy plays no favorites. Christian and Jewish figures are victimized by blasphemy on a regular basis, yet it doesn't seem like there is as much of a tendency to burn buildings or murder people.

You have awoken the sleeping viking, Islam. Don't come clamouring to everyone else when you see those dragon head ships roll up onto your beach. You think you like cutting off heads?



Say hello to Björn. He is sensitive, too.



Know what? If me AND Denmark AND Norway AND the Netherlands all have a problem with you, then you are most probably an abomination.

Here is one of the pictures that started all of the fussing:



Ill-advised, maybe. But more and more, not so invalid. More and more, Muhammed is lost on modern Islam.

The world is on its path. Nothing will be sacred. Islam is no exception, punk ass. Maybe it's a shame, but seems like it's also a necessity.

Islamophobia grows, it is true.

"Who offends Islam more? A foreigner who endeavors to draw the prophet as described by his followers in the world, or a Muslim with an explosive belt who commits suicide in a wedding party in Amman or elsewhere?" - Jihad Momeni

May blasphemous cartoons be drawn in unquenchable numbers, in daily newspapers around the world. May they incite an implosion. Polarize moderates! Temper extremists!





Don't forget, kids! Religion is poison! Atheism is poison!

Agnosticism is the only true path!

Flaunt thy ignorance! Bow to Agnost!

fiction 107

this will be a fiction, about a magical manhole cover. it is a normal looking manhole cover, just like the ones out in the street that you don't pay attentions to. like this:



just what exactly is magical about the manhole cover, i am not yet fully privy to. or privy of. (however one goes about prepositioning a priv.)

i have not developed my fiction to that degree, yet.

very possibly, it will look much different when viewed in other bands of the electromagnetic spectrum. maybe like this:



also very possibly it would be a magical portal into a fantastic parallel-universe-ish underground wastewater collection grid, which would not smell, because of all of the non-toxic febreze that would be flowing through the channels, which would still be made out of bricks or asphalt. or whatever wastewater collection channels are made out of in our own world.

and there would be a kingdom of brilliant rodents. yeah! and it would be just like watership down, except with rats, and in the sewer instead of on a warren in the English countryside. and there could be a rebellion, and the good guys could find these four turtles, who have fallen through the magical manhole portal from our world, and they would become highly skilled at using antiquated japanese weaponry!

hold on..

wait..

this is dumb. a magical manhole is a dumb fiction. i can do a better fiction than that, i think. besides, "manhole" will become a big joke for all of the people with dirty minds. the phonies who never think about anything but carnal sexual stuff, and filth and things. those rotten bastards. it was never my idea to call a manhole a manhole. i think that a "wastewater system access cover" would have been a wiser choice, but we've got what we've got, right? fuck...

anyway, this won't work. shit. i'm sorry. what a waste.

i'm sorry.

Cooker feet

I think it is important to note that my feet used to have excessive temperatures, at bedtime, when I was younger.

Having the blankets and sheets tucked in at the end of the bed was intolerable. My soles were the root of all entropy. Observe:




The thought of having socks on was excrutiating. The mere thought, mind you!

It was as if, every night, I were entering the spirit/dream world via a fakir's firewalk, over hot coals and embers, except without the first, second or third degree burns.

I don't know, I guess it was my body's method of getting all therapeutic on my feet's asses. Maybe all of the abuse that we take out on our feet on a daily basis, it just really needed something like a soothing heating pad, like for an aching back.

But anyway, I do not need to have my feet exposed to fresh and cool air as much anymore. And I even wear socks to bed most nights. I am without resemblance to a fakir. It is a mystery.

This was important to write down.

Wellsville

It has been the rain that is never stopping. There are downpours, and then drizzles, then the threat of drizzling, then downpours again. It is like a fairy tale.

It was perfect weather for going for drinks with co-workers. Just like any other sort of weather.

This occasion was different, because I mark it as the first time that I was ever given a phone number by a girl, in a bar or maybe just at all, even though I think it was a complete accident. The sole reason I was afforded a phone number was for hanging out at the Great Wellsville Balloon Rally. Which is a weird reason.





This girl was from Wellsville. I know of its existence, and I have even been there several times. This is all that transplanted people get excited about, during casual conversation. Especially transplanted people from small, rural towns.

She had never been to my small, rural hometown. Oh well.

She was very excited as I rattled off the names of establishments that I knew: Texas Hots, The Beefhaus, and "that crappy bar with the Nascar scrap metal on the walls", which she reminded me was P.J.'s. And another bar called Better Days, which I have never been to.

So anyway I have this phone number, which I guess I cannot use until summertime.

When me and my boyz were walking out they were saying that I was money in the bank. I have never been called that, before. I doubted it.

Anyway, it was a fun time, because I was able to verbally communicate with other people and they didn't seem to mind. I was even able to spark some laughs, which is always affirming. Everyone said that we will have a huge going-away partybash before I leave. Maybe that will be fun too.

Oh, the girl in human resources who has been working out my relocation is from Wilson, which is another small rural town, much closer to mine. She was also excited about that, but alas, no phone number. Prior to two weeks ago, everyone I was ever talking to was from Florida or Texas, and sometimes California, and never anywhere else.

There was just a lightning and a thunder. The drizzle is about to become a downpour, again.

hiccups

one bottle of wine equals hiccups equals search of the web for hiccup remedies equals grateful dead dude suggesting this:

- take a glass of water, uninterrupted sips, twenty sips without taking a breath,

equals no more hiccups equals magic.