Archive for February 3rd, 2008

Two things you’ll never wait for: buses and women

Sunday, 3 February 2008

Death is
slower than a city bus
but I waited.

The death/bus
had a bike rack
on the front.

I told the driver if the bus breaks down
I’d return the favor and carry it on my handlebars,
he just has to be my eyes.

Unrelated to the bus
I tried to cry tonight
I could feel the urge to cry rising like vomit
it fascinated me and
I had to remain calm behind the wheel of my little car.

When I finally parked I put the tall plastic Taco Bell cup between my knees,
the fast food barons are very clever,
this huge drink is 99% ice.

Beneath the lid and crook’d straw I heard the cubes chittering
all in there together packed
and the mild sound it made devastated something inside me
I knew finally I was going to cry
sure as hell as the skinny girl at the frat will puke a snake of hard liquor.

it was a lousy crying effort, I couldn’t make the tears even roll over the edge.

a calmer side of the evening thwarted the cloudburst and cooled the chittering ice.

I thought of a roach killed the night before, my host showed no mercy, poured rubbing alcohol on it,
a moment later it seemed to burn and one ugly barbed leg vibrated with death
as the bus arrived.

I don’t know how I haven’t broken down,
that’s how I know I probably have,
buses, roaches, cups of ice
all suffering, all breaking down, all
dying
but most of all waiting waiting waiting waiting waiting.

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Shroom Fail

Sunday, 3 February 2008

Did shrooms the other day. Rather it was just one shroom, a bulbous stem. I ate him with a bite of chocolate.

Rather than go outdoors to “commune with Nature” I stayed right here online, my natural habitat.

In case anyone wanted to talk to me, I put up a picture of Shiva…

Image and video hosting by TinyPic…but all Shiva did was waver slightly.

So I tried Summer Glau, the new Terminator…

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Nothing.
Finally, Kali…

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Again, nothing!  A trifecta of disappointment! When the Blue gods and a sexy Terminator don’t have time for you, fuck it, go do something else.

I think people who boast of seeing wild shit while shroomin’ are as full of shit as the shit that shrooms grow in. I’ve done it a few times, and while it does affect your mood, other than a slight wavering I never hallucinated or saw anything fantastical.

Fuckfield #59

Sunday, 3 February 2008

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