Category Archives: AUTOHAGIOGRAPHY

6:01

Most every morning it takes me at least 2-3 shakes of a lamb’s tail to identify THE ALARM what BEEPED me from ZZZ satori.

Open fist smacks down again and again and again until what made the noise stop?

Oh Strange Numbers Beeping Box what do you want from me!?! Get up from what? The notion of time then occurs, Yes. Right, but which one? Seven. I have to be somewhere at 7. Where? Work. Why? What? Okay. How long then until I must not sleep? Ultimately impossible mathematical contortions arise, abide, & cease. And what are habitually the final calculations? 10! More! Minutes!

(That I stayed up late to write this will hopefully amuse me in the morning’s groggy delirium)

Nota bene: It didn’t

bc – 12/04/06

DUBLIN IS BURNING


BLOOMING! On a bus to NYC, weather by Van Gogh. Reading that Usylessly unreadable book of odyssey, on the Mahayana, in the long memory, going forth by dayagain!

The Psilocybin speaks more of the many in THE VOICE OF ALL THE BLESSED. Metemorphoses of word & thought through Spacetime, this light as a river… General Semantics: Our use of language can severely alter our experience of Universe.

Mine animism eyes spy translucent streams of organic ether, the open system, Alleluia! The Neurogenetic jam box spins Akashic records as the wheels on the bus go round and round. “Anybody who understands my music will never be unhappy again.” – Ludwig Van Beethoven

The King and I will have our talk soon, of that much I am certain. He’s been on his cell phone speaking in foreign tongues for an hour now, when his call is finished, we will speak of things.

The King is dressed in the very most resplendent fineries, a man of gold and diamond and silk. A full page of TEXT embroidered on his shirt, soul on ice! I’ve a Dogs Playing Poker tie amongst my usual dorky rags, I hope I look ridiculous enough!

DAMN! Look at Shortie right there! (Across the way) Only just made of electricity!

A shimmering bundle of shakti, I wish for to tell her! “Excuse me Miss but it seems you’re a manifestation of the Waters of Life which pour into the world inexhaustibly, thank you.” Bah! She already knows! Everyone already knows, after their own fashion, and changing everyday, smiling then to full capacity, so help me Fucking Christ! Finally, after 600 pages, Jeems Jokes drops the F BOMB.

Abu is an Ambassador from Nigeria. (Foolish artisan myself, sir, what news?)  The language he was speaking has no name and he thinks it odd that I would assume it might. In Africa they have over 2,000 languages, most of which are nameless, communication is problematic. All around the world we speak different dialects of one same language, Abu suggests. (The logo substance of which the word is merely a reference!? Snoogans.) The rise of tyrant war lords and the resulting cultural isolation balkanized the once common language of ancient Africa. (Falling tower mythos seem to recur.) He tells me then of the African land, of their abundance, of a world not yet but rather to may-be. (4 times was the city rebuilded, Hooo Fasa.) He likes dialectic, the universal language, a babelfish called JIVE swims towards Wagadu, and the bus stops in Manhattan. “It was nice to meet you Abu!”

There’s the MAIN MAN then! Fellow bus passenger, and smiling face.
We’ve MADISON UNDERGROUND business now if ya’ll’ll excuse us,
our adventure having only just begun.

NYC sun shines us a welcome.

Hello to everyone!
and how’s your deal?
A fine thing indeed
it sounds and to all
the best of luck.
More of everything please
and do keep the change.
Thanks a million
and have a nice day!
Eventually I meet a girl who makes me look ridiculous enough, THE END.

Flesh of the Gods

Shit man, because when I get Chinese food I get chicken wings & french fries, I’m an intellectual, git-r-done! And these wings what I got yesterday were monstrous. I’m in from the heat & labor for lunch, and damn but ready to CHOW, naturally obliging myself most heartily.

Though ever uncertain about everything, I slowly grok peculiarity in my feeding frenzy…these wings ain’t just big, but rather too big. And now that I take a fine study of the matter, chicken legs ain’t really look like this…I begin to play with the crispy fried physiology a lil’ and…and…

cat leg!

WTF did you say!?

CAT LEG! It’s a fucking CAT LEG!?!

I begin to feel sick in my tummy and strange in my noodle, but no! stop it! I’ve no more $crilla for some other less offensive lunch. Over worked, under fed & w/ reverence for all life as a thou: I must finish my cat lunch. (Anything’s a ritual if you just think about what you’re doing.) I eat my fill, fall into a deep dark nap, and awake w/ the strength of a dozen ghost alley cats; for reals.

I AM BECOME BAJA!

Whilst awaiting my 2 piece & biscuit at the Pennsgrove Taco Bell/KFC, I ineluctably filled my medium chalice w/ yon Baja Blast. (Blue Mountain Dew) Which took about a whole fricking forever. Around the time it got 3/4′s full I noticed that nothing but syrup was pouring out…LIQUID GOLD! I filled up the remaining quarter w/ regular Mountain Dew, and went where eagles dare. 

 To think! I discovered the cure for Sleep & Teeth all in one go. MOFO were THICK with fairy spirit, Blood of Christ??? Fthagn! I sopped up mashed tater gravy w/ biscuit to fortify myself against sweet, sweet maddness, as my molecules began to vibrate at the speed of holy shit! 

I thence thereby slipped through at least 2 parallel universes…2 BILLION INFINITIES! That is. And landed in this one. Which seems to be an exact replica of the one where from I started. Right down to the simplest detail.

Now I must some how find my way home.

Cartoon Monkey Spotted At Macy’s

The Associated Press Reports-

The Macy’s of Christina Mall was treated to a rare glimpse of a New Castle Goofus Monkey yesterday around tea time. Patrons & Sales Associates alike marveled as the clownish primate lumbered around politely browsing the available wares & shopping for pants, just like people!

He cheerfully grunted “hey Chief, where’s the long johns!?” reports Thomas Adams, Macy’s Assistant Manager of This, That, and/or the Other. “He had arms as dark as Queequeg & legs as white as the Whale”, David Samson, 32 of Newport, reflects. “and I’ve never even read Moby Dick!” Rolonda White, the Sales Critter what had helped the beast purchase a pair of Hagar Slacks (on clearance!) supposes “you could almost see a spark of comprehension in his primative eyes.”

Sightings of the New Castle Goofus Monkey are quite rare, as the creatures rarely sojourn from their ‘Pataphysique forgings, but ever since they closed all the Jamesways, shoppes all around the land, get the occasional visit from these enthusiastic, albeit farty, primates.

The End!