Anti-Static Living Magazine.
"A man in a black jacket watches dust rise from the ground as feet stir the soil. He slides his parallel fingers up and down over the bottom of his cigarette. He doesn't know how to carry on. He doesn't understand the snapping of fingers, whistling, or smiles anymore--nor does he have the ability to remember what kind of joy brought those actions.
He stomps. He stomps hard. He stomps his cigarette out unnecessarily hard against the lightly soil-covered pavement.
He remembers the smile of a clerk from a few days ago, he can't remember her face, or what town she might have been in while he passed through-but the memory reassures him. It reassures him, in the very least, that courtesy still exists.
Courtesy could be all he has left to rely on, but that idea doesn't seem to startle or demure himHe's empty enough not to care.
He might not even be a man, he might not even be a woman. Whatever "he," implies is only generalized.
He is the living dead.
Completely alive, and completely dead in the same stale breath.
He has no desire to be dead, no passion to live, and no reason to dance.
He wants to dance to David bowie.
He wants to accidentally break a dish, and to never plan for anything.
He doesn't want to have hopes and dreams, he wants to have.
He wants a verb."
I bit the inside of my lip today, and as the blood curled around inside my mouth, soaking into my tongue, I felt like I might have gained some kind of higher knowledge.
I have yet to figure out what exact knowledge it was, but it's got to be hiding around in my skull somewhere...
---------So the last couple days I have been looking up random photos online: searches included: cute baby ducks, cute baby alpacas, baby bunnies, puppies, Jackie Kennedy, AND... hot pictures of Andrew W.K.
I have too much time on my hands CLEARLY:
My friend Jimmy came down from Columbus for one night to drink with his two best friends, we had a good best friend night, we played a hello kitty best friends board game, I professed my hate for hello kitty and all that is "cutesy," and we all crashed on my living room floor in scattered little sleeping bags--best friend sleepover style.
I think I was a bitch to someone though, in my drunk weekend... and I hope it doesn't seem that way... : (
Tonight was my mothers birthday party. My cousin randomly sang some song in Italian, which he does not speak. He is around 15 years in age, and very awkward, but VERY outgoing... It makes me uneasy and I avoid him, to be honest.
My grandmother FREAKED OUT when no one wanted the champagne she brought... She wanted to spice up the nice wholesome birthday party, apparently. She once tried to kiss one of my boyfriends on the lips when saying "goodbyes," after a family affair... That was a long time ago.. but I will never forget. I always pretend like I have something in my eye, just as I hug her goodbye, so that only my cheek is available to kiss.
After all the distant relatives left, my immediate family spoke of peeing in the shower--which then led to a conversation about peeing in public pools. My brothers girlfriend announced that many public pools now add a chemicals to the water that make pee stand out when you do it (it turns green or something).... My father then got upset about "the people," losing more and more rights at the hand of "the man,".... I mean... "we can't even pee in our own public pools anymore!," he snarled. He was almost joking... but worse, he was almost serious.
I love my family.
"A man in a black jacket watches dust rise from the ground as feet stir the soil. He slides his parallel fingers up and down over the bottom of his cigarette. He doesn't know how to carry on. He doesn't understand the snapping of fingers, whistling, or smiles anymore--nor does he have the ability to remember what kind of joy brought those actions.
He stomps. He stomps hard. He stomps his cigarette out unnecessarily hard against the lightly soil-covered pavement.
He remembers the smile of a clerk from a few days ago, he can't remember her face, or what town she might have been in while he passed through-but the memory reassures him. It reassures him, in the very least, that courtesy still exists.
Courtesy could be all he has left to rely on, but that idea doesn't seem to startle or demure himHe's empty enough not to care.
He might not even be a man, he might not even be a woman. Whatever "he," implies is only generalized.
He is the living dead.
Completely alive, and completely dead in the same stale breath.
He has no desire to be dead, no passion to live, and no reason to dance.
He wants to dance to David bowie.
He wants to accidentally break a dish, and to never plan for anything.
He doesn't want to have hopes and dreams, he wants to have.
He wants a verb."
I bit the inside of my lip today, and as the blood curled around inside my mouth, soaking into my tongue, I felt like I might have gained some kind of higher knowledge.
I have yet to figure out what exact knowledge it was, but it's got to be hiding around in my skull somewhere...
---------So the last couple days I have been looking up random photos online: searches included: cute baby ducks, cute baby alpacas, baby bunnies, puppies, Jackie Kennedy, AND... hot pictures of Andrew W.K.
I have too much time on my hands CLEARLY:
My friend Jimmy came down from Columbus for one night to drink with his two best friends, we had a good best friend night, we played a hello kitty best friends board game, I professed my hate for hello kitty and all that is "cutesy," and we all crashed on my living room floor in scattered little sleeping bags--best friend sleepover style.
I think I was a bitch to someone though, in my drunk weekend... and I hope it doesn't seem that way... : (
Tonight was my mothers birthday party. My cousin randomly sang some song in Italian, which he does not speak. He is around 15 years in age, and very awkward, but VERY outgoing... It makes me uneasy and I avoid him, to be honest.
My grandmother FREAKED OUT when no one wanted the champagne she brought... She wanted to spice up the nice wholesome birthday party, apparently. She once tried to kiss one of my boyfriends on the lips when saying "goodbyes," after a family affair... That was a long time ago.. but I will never forget. I always pretend like I have something in my eye, just as I hug her goodbye, so that only my cheek is available to kiss.
After all the distant relatives left, my immediate family spoke of peeing in the shower--which then led to a conversation about peeing in public pools. My brothers girlfriend announced that many public pools now add a chemicals to the water that make pee stand out when you do it (it turns green or something).... My father then got upset about "the people," losing more and more rights at the hand of "the man,".... I mean... "we can't even pee in our own public pools anymore!," he snarled. He was almost joking... but worse, he was almost serious.
I love my family.
VIEW 3 of 3 COMMENTS
buster_bluth:
Your family gatherings sound AWESOME!
danmiller:
Peeing in public pools used to be a right of passage and im pretty sure its protected under the 67th ammendment. but i might be wrong. how dare they take away the anonymity of public pool urination. jerks