O' Ye of Little Promise
1/2/2005 11:57:36 AM
Yes it's true: even the cockroaches have no faith in me. Is because I'm a Bastard. A fatherless child never amounts to much. How does one man become worthless so quickly? Perhaps it was a gradual undermining. A little sand here, a little sand there. All I know is that when I woke up there was a good amount of it in my eyes.
Hey Senor. Hola Senor. Are you awake? When I opened my eyes there he was. Hector. He was on my night stand. As my vision came into focus I saw his antenna waving as if trying to taxi in a plane. That plane was me. I was making a crash landing into reality.
Hector.
Good afternoon, Senor.
Is it afternoon already.
Si.
Oh.
Senor?
Yeah?
Can need to talk?
Right now?
Si. Es muy importante.
Whats it about?
Well... it is about thee rant.
The rent?
Si. Matilda and I are very concerned that you might not be able to pay it and then youll be evicted.
Oh.
Pause.
Is that all you have to say, senor?
No. Well... Hector, why are you concerned that I cant make the rent?
No offense, Senor, but this is the third day in a row that youve missed work. Youve over slept again.
Oh. Pause. Yeah. thinking. Huh... I guess thats true.
You see, Senor. Matilda and I have a vested interest in you because not only we like you very much but if someone else should come in to take your place they would surely call an exterminator.
Then his antenna drooped like two amber boughs no thicker than eye lashes. The last time his antenna drooped like that Matilda had threatened to leave him because the two of us were up drinking all night. I could tell that this was not easy for him. But he was right. I had missed several days of work do to sickness of all kinds. There was the Irish Flu, Consumption of the eighteenth century type, Depression, Fatigue, Existential Anxiety, Amnesia and maybe Psychosis. The later has yet to be proved. Just because I have conversations with a cockroach doesnt make me crazy. In fact I may be to much in touch with reality than the rest of you. Look at it this way. Everyday millions of Americans delude themselves in the acquisitional charge to see who can be top worm on the dung heap and then they bunker down in front of their new surround sound boob tube to watch the fight on Terror. (Which is itself the clear mark of idiocy if not psychosis. You choose: If you subscribe your an idiot if you actually believe in the fights efficacy your out of touch with logic and there for reality and probably live in a vast puzzle of psychotic melange included but not limited to, the War Against Drugs, The Axis of Evil, No Child Left Behind, The War on Poverty and my personal favorite, the Color Coded Terror Chart. Ive been thinking of ways to contribute to these crumb bum, stodgy ideas with some amendments of my own. I figure while were at why dont we make the Left illegal and pass a law that all American patriots are forbidden to turn left under penalty of amputation of the aforementioned left side. Also, in order to heighten the sense of that damnedest of delusions: progress; all citizenry must never look down or backwards lest they realize that car commercials arent true. If they violate this amendment, they shall be immediately blinded and have their tongues removed. Their children will be quarantined in order to extirpate the infection ASAP!) Please forgive my parenthetical digression. But back to the point with regards to reality and the battle of the worms. If you could look at yourself in the mirror what would you see? You can dress a peasant up as a courtier and give em a horse but hes still a peasant and this is exactly what the ruling classes have done. Its quite brilliant really. Its hard to tell whos fooling who. Because if you are the ruling class, what exactly are you ruling and who the hell are you fooling? Its my opinion that the world is big bastion of assholes shitting on each other and being that I live at the bottom of a hill, I have first hand knowledge of this. Hard experiential evidence. Empiricism: it still works. Sort of.
I told Hector that I was sorry to worry him but that things were looking up. (Hypocrisy is a necessary, unavoidable, innate human paradox to be avoided at all cost. Im sorry I failed you.) But it was true. They were looking up. They were looking up, curb-high. One day I will walk on the curb instead of in it. I explained to Hector that even if I did get fired from my soul sucking job, I had this months rent and therefore, sixty days to find a new one which thanks to Cold Will Bill Caldwell, I had one. All I had to do was accept the terms. Coming to these terms could be a bitter pill to swallow and unfortunately for me, Ive never been a pill popper, though Im fairly acclimated to bitter. I have one more day to make my decision.
The sky outside is oppressive tombstone white and for some bizarre reason it reminds me of Ben Franklin. I find this a disturbing incongruent sentiment. Maybe its because I miss Boston and when I think of Boston I also think of Philadelphia. Maybe Im just a knuckle head.
1/2/2005 11:57:36 AM
Yes it's true: even the cockroaches have no faith in me. Is because I'm a Bastard. A fatherless child never amounts to much. How does one man become worthless so quickly? Perhaps it was a gradual undermining. A little sand here, a little sand there. All I know is that when I woke up there was a good amount of it in my eyes.
Hey Senor. Hola Senor. Are you awake? When I opened my eyes there he was. Hector. He was on my night stand. As my vision came into focus I saw his antenna waving as if trying to taxi in a plane. That plane was me. I was making a crash landing into reality.
Hector.
Good afternoon, Senor.
Is it afternoon already.
Si.
Oh.
Senor?
Yeah?
Can need to talk?
Right now?
Si. Es muy importante.
Whats it about?
Well... it is about thee rant.
The rent?
Si. Matilda and I are very concerned that you might not be able to pay it and then youll be evicted.
Oh.
Pause.
Is that all you have to say, senor?
No. Well... Hector, why are you concerned that I cant make the rent?
No offense, Senor, but this is the third day in a row that youve missed work. Youve over slept again.
Oh. Pause. Yeah. thinking. Huh... I guess thats true.
You see, Senor. Matilda and I have a vested interest in you because not only we like you very much but if someone else should come in to take your place they would surely call an exterminator.
Then his antenna drooped like two amber boughs no thicker than eye lashes. The last time his antenna drooped like that Matilda had threatened to leave him because the two of us were up drinking all night. I could tell that this was not easy for him. But he was right. I had missed several days of work do to sickness of all kinds. There was the Irish Flu, Consumption of the eighteenth century type, Depression, Fatigue, Existential Anxiety, Amnesia and maybe Psychosis. The later has yet to be proved. Just because I have conversations with a cockroach doesnt make me crazy. In fact I may be to much in touch with reality than the rest of you. Look at it this way. Everyday millions of Americans delude themselves in the acquisitional charge to see who can be top worm on the dung heap and then they bunker down in front of their new surround sound boob tube to watch the fight on Terror. (Which is itself the clear mark of idiocy if not psychosis. You choose: If you subscribe your an idiot if you actually believe in the fights efficacy your out of touch with logic and there for reality and probably live in a vast puzzle of psychotic melange included but not limited to, the War Against Drugs, The Axis of Evil, No Child Left Behind, The War on Poverty and my personal favorite, the Color Coded Terror Chart. Ive been thinking of ways to contribute to these crumb bum, stodgy ideas with some amendments of my own. I figure while were at why dont we make the Left illegal and pass a law that all American patriots are forbidden to turn left under penalty of amputation of the aforementioned left side. Also, in order to heighten the sense of that damnedest of delusions: progress; all citizenry must never look down or backwards lest they realize that car commercials arent true. If they violate this amendment, they shall be immediately blinded and have their tongues removed. Their children will be quarantined in order to extirpate the infection ASAP!) Please forgive my parenthetical digression. But back to the point with regards to reality and the battle of the worms. If you could look at yourself in the mirror what would you see? You can dress a peasant up as a courtier and give em a horse but hes still a peasant and this is exactly what the ruling classes have done. Its quite brilliant really. Its hard to tell whos fooling who. Because if you are the ruling class, what exactly are you ruling and who the hell are you fooling? Its my opinion that the world is big bastion of assholes shitting on each other and being that I live at the bottom of a hill, I have first hand knowledge of this. Hard experiential evidence. Empiricism: it still works. Sort of.
I told Hector that I was sorry to worry him but that things were looking up. (Hypocrisy is a necessary, unavoidable, innate human paradox to be avoided at all cost. Im sorry I failed you.) But it was true. They were looking up. They were looking up, curb-high. One day I will walk on the curb instead of in it. I explained to Hector that even if I did get fired from my soul sucking job, I had this months rent and therefore, sixty days to find a new one which thanks to Cold Will Bill Caldwell, I had one. All I had to do was accept the terms. Coming to these terms could be a bitter pill to swallow and unfortunately for me, Ive never been a pill popper, though Im fairly acclimated to bitter. I have one more day to make my decision.
The sky outside is oppressive tombstone white and for some bizarre reason it reminds me of Ben Franklin. I find this a disturbing incongruent sentiment. Maybe its because I miss Boston and when I think of Boston I also think of Philadelphia. Maybe Im just a knuckle head.
jewcy:
i love the color coded terror chart. it can't be dumbed down much more than that.