Showing posts with label muses. Show all posts
Showing posts with label muses. Show all posts
Saturday, January 08, 2011
The 99 People You Meet in Heaven
1. We could easily turn this into a fight, hold on, let me get my glasses.
2. You could wear a thousand different hats and no man is ever going to notice.
3. White chicks at this point
4. She would walk home exhausted as a whore.
5. “I heard you knew a lot about music”
6. I don’t talk to you because you’re fat, not because I’m some sort of dickhead.
7. “These fucking Greeks!”
8. His breath smelled of rotten cabbage and bad poetry but his cock smelled like heaven.
9. I brought all of the pills with me
10. “Is your name Dave?”
11. I honestly do care how awesome you think Pink Floyd is.
12. One night Rick showed up and everyone cheered.
13. “No, please enlighten me as to why Leslie is the way she is”
14. I walked in and made eye contact and immediately walked out. Every time.
15. He was so scared of her, he asked her best friend to dance to the Bob Seger song instead.
16. They tried working out their differences with a murder/suicide.
17. He drove all night to the casino.
18. “What’s your band up to these days?”
19. He only cried when white men played the piano. This is how we knew he was gay.
20. Trying to explain George Gershwin to someone on beer.
21. I read this thing about this thing and apparently the thing is pretty awesome.
22. How many cigarettes do I have to give you for you to get cancer right here in front of me and die?
23. “oh man, that chick has huge tits!”
24. “I know!”
25. After a shared bowl of spicy corn chowder she walked home from his dreamy bedroom eyes and was brutally clubbed to death in front of a Starbucks.
26. “Hey hey mama said the way you move. Gonna make you sweat gonna make you groove”
27. He ripped apart a whole gorilla with his bare hands.
28. “I tell you what, wait right here and I’ll go get the policeman myself”
29. This completely changes how I need to escape.
30. She got a text message that just read “Sheila needs tht $40 u owe her”
31. One time I decided not to breathe for a whole night. This prepared me for everything I now know.
32. “When is your new CD coming out?”
33. On Friday nights she would cry Mike’s Hard Lemonade flavored tears into her lonely bowl of lentil soup.
34. Black Sabbath – Technical Ecstasy
35. “Oh hey man…no, it’s Mike”
36. You’ve probably told more lies in the last seven minutes than I have in the last two.
37. “Holy shit, they’re playing an acoustic version of Swarming Vulgar Mass of Infected Virulency! ”
38. “No, it’s Satellite by the Dave Matthews Band”
39. “Oh”
40. 1996 called, they want your taste in music back.
41. I was on drugs.
42. “Hi, I’d like to report a crime in progress…there is a band performing music live and they are all white”
43. He would always give her the parsley off his plate. Three years later she jumped out of a window and landed on a white BMW with the license plate “SPOYLED”
44. Oh man we ate some serious pussy back then. Then of course Craig had to move away.
45. “Man it’s pretty crowded in there. Is Rick still here?”
46. “What city please? Wakefield. Name please? Yes, it’s September eleventh”
47. The guitar solo from “Hold on Loosely” by .38 Special
48. I’m the guy that plays songs but they are funny.
49. I’m the guy that plays songs but they are progressive.
50. Gregory
51. I’m the guy that plays songs but they are beautiful.
52. “Wow this beer tastes really good. Wait, am I an idiot?”
53. “That might have been the best harmonica solo I’ve ever heard in my life, and I’m only twenty”
54. I can’t think of any books I’ve read to impress this chick’s tits
55. One night at a party at her place I put on some punk rock music and her new boyfriend shut it off and put Jethro Tull on. This dickhead, literally wearing one of those tuxedo t-shirts did an air-flute solo. She fucked me a week later and cried halfway through.
56. “Hi, I would like to buy this copy of Draw the Line by Aerosmith and put it on my credit card”
57. They were then told to enter the room and sit until ‘the black guy’ showed up”
58. She didn’t realize that her nose was too big.
59. “Oh shit, that’s the guy from Agnostic Front!”
60. He was one part Danny Glover, one part Osama Bin Laden and just a little bit Rachel Ray.
61. “When do you guys start singing?”
62. “This one goes out to all you crazy motherfuckers high on PCP out there tonight, it’s a little song called One by U2!”
63. Sometimes he would show up with a suitcase so full of insecurity she would suck his dick just so he’d go home.
64. “Kim, do you realize what today is?”
65. He would tell me war stories about how drunk he was this one time, who he fucked, how awesome life was. He never told me if my sister was still alive.
66. “Oh great, we’re out of cocaine again”
67. That guy Larry from Three’s Company vs. a teenager with a Fallout Boy shirt on
68. Debbie could sing. She couldn’t lip sync though. Man if karaoke existed back then she would have been the queen of the town.
69. “Yeah but I’m not your father”
70. Incense and tuxedos. You know them. We would go over there and get high and listen to Siouxsie and the Banshees records. Man I would pay a million dollars to see those people again. That one dude never wanted me to know he was gay because he thought I would beat him up. He was kind of cute.
71. They shared a brief fond memory of their first date at that museum as his car went careening into a tree killing her instantly, him three days later.
72. “Oh the weather outside is frightful, but the fire is so delightful, and since we’ve no place to go let me eat your ass while we watch Jay Leno ”
73. “Oh great, Sting is here”
74. That one dude that looks like he has something wrong with his ear.
75. “Did you used to work at Panera Bread?”
76. He needed to tell you the same thing over and over. You knew everything he was going to say three weeks in advance.
77. “What the fuck is wrong with your cousin?”
78. He bought a drink for her and her friend. When he got home that night he did crossword puzzles into the next morning.
79. “Hi Candice, did I happen to leave my dignity in your car last night?”
80. Side three of The Song Remains the Same soundtrack
81. We talked about Ornette Coleman all night and then I woke up and had to go to work. The following night I dreamt I was on my way to some sort of gala event. I wore a tuxedo. It was odd; I could actually think clear thoughts, unlike in real life where every piece of information going into my head is barely processed before making a quick exit. When I arrived at the event I discovered it was just a group of people standing around drinking beer from countries nobody has ever heard of talking about football scores and what kind of cars they all drove.
82. I took her to meet three women I had fucked so they could judge her
83. The guy in the Hawaiian shirt just showed up and apparently is ready to “fuck anything with two legs”
84. The first time you heard Shoot to Thrill by AC/DC
85. When I think of her and that state she lives in I hope the whole place is earthquaked into the stone age
86. Even fat I manage to surprise myself
87. “She practically invented abortions”
88. I need to run far away from here. I keep telling myself that and then good things happen.
89. These men. I watch them with their women and deep down to myself know there is no possible way they know about fucking.
90. “I’d like to report a rape”
91. I’m too jaded and burned out to ever fall in love again at this point. I enjoy showing up in other languages. I don’t want them to read me. I don’t want them next to me and rubbing elbows with me and my family and circle.
92. They try to get in on the fun and make jokes like I do and fail miserably. Every time
93. “Wow that woman looks like one of my daughter’s friends, but if she was on Xanax”
94. If I went to Egypt
95. Currently feeling tall and small and closed in and wide open all at the same time. Better than feeling all alone in a sea of tall trees and wide open spaces. Wait, I guess?
96. “wait, that’s the dude Taylor is fucking now?”
97. Denise
98. “Ladies and gentlemen, orgasms”
99. I died once.
Sunday, July 25, 2010
New Jersey
walking on the highway feels much worse than driving down the highway who knows what’s going to hit you
who knows what car is going to splash you speeding through the puddles
walking through gigantic well lit parking lots has a certain allure to it but it’s all over for me now now
I have the comfort of air conditioning and Art Blakey in stereo on CD
even walking along the busy highways you get to at least see every little thing on the ground
you can pick things up that you would otherwise not even see
license plates and beer bottle caps
maybe even some money
maybe an adult magazine or a letter that someone threw out the window
there are all sorts of thing I’ve thrown out of my car window for this exact purpose
I don’t want to litter the earth like that but I want to make that walk down busy highways exciting for someone as the drive now is just boring and doesn’t give me a chance to see what’s all over the ground
remnants of some fight that blasted by at seventy miles an hour
remnants of a love affair gone bad that just got thrown out the window in the form of a cigarette butt and a photo of some sunny resort town with out of towners wandering around like moses
useless artifacts that I got to collect on trains planes or automobiles
useless artifacts that the world never gets to see
speeding people getting their kicks by giving me and the rest of my people little objects and ideas to ponder
in the breakdown lane you at least need a hobby when you walk like that
the big parking lot lights tickling the clouds with obnoxious industrial orange light
it’s intense how bright yet dark and murky somewhere like New Jersey is in the middle of the night
there are all sorts of great places to walk there
there are all sorts of good stretches of highways for you to collect these artifacts
I recommend it to anyone looking for a hobby
I recommend it to anyone who thinks they have seen it all
you haven’t seen anything until you’ve walked five miles down the New Jersey turnpike with a quarter bottle of vodka in you and a wallet full of business cards
people throw these things out not knowing of me and my group of people that collect this stuff
I arrange it
I take it home and spread it all out on the floor of the garage and let it tell me stories
all the objects on the cold cement floor have their own little histories to tell me
all the objects tell me these interesting stories
if they don’t have anything to tell me I put a little yellow tag on it marked “needs story”
I then assign it it’s own history and story
this object belonged to a man with two kids one wife and a job that requires him to be on time every day and make sure people under him get things done so that he can feed his kids and get to throw things out for me and my people to collect
he’s on to me he’s on the take with us he sees us like chain gangs in orange vests on the side of the road collecting the objects to lay out on my cold cement floor out in the garage
sometimes the men and women will put their phone numbers and addresses on the objects so that I can get in touch with them and tell them everything is okay with said object
sometimes when I assign my own stories to the objects I like to track the former owners down and tell them about the stories I gave their artifacts
“no there will be no time capsule Mister Fredericks you won’t see the object again you discarded the object so I could bring it to life on the cold cement floor of my garage”
I like to spend a good long Sunday evening arranging the objects into groups this group was owned by all women from Florida over the age of forty
this group had more than one owner
this group is my favorite group
as you can see it’s arranged elaborately on the cold cement floor of my garage as it’s a special object that has almost mystical powers that normal people would not be able to understand and that is why it is in the special group right there in front it’s like the king group of objects the big pimp daddies all get their own little seat in the house these objects get taken into the house and get the royal treatment they have big long histories that only I know about someday I may tell the stories of the objects
people that are not on to this whole thing would call us pack rats or useless
once this catches on though the stories will all be told
I will have lines around the block waiting to sit there and listen to the stories that the objects tell
I will have all sorts of secrets to tell people that want to be in the know
yeah the highway is more than just a thing that connects places and people
it’s a place that creates histories and stories beyond what I ver thought imaginable
half of my stories I tell that people may think are lies come from these objects
on Sunday evenings when I spread them on the cold cement floor in my garage the objects never collect dust they are shined and treated with the utmost care and love more that what I give to people as the objects are all people
little friends of mine that tell stories and give me reason to wake up every day
I look forward to collecting more of these objects over the years to show people and teach people about
if someone ever wanted to join the group with me I would let them in on all the secrets as the objects are not going to just talk to anyone and start telling stories to just any old person off the street
there is a long long long history with these and one day I will document it I promise
yeah that’s what I will do I will write the best novel and nobody will know about my muses
they will think I am just a great story teller
they will all praise me and want to know where the inspiration comes from
I will never let the secret out as I will write the novel anonymously
I will write it from the point of view of all the objects
the ones in my favorite group
the group that sits in the front row
those objects have the best stories
As I collect more of these the stories will only get bigger and better
for now though I will spend my time developing the skills to write the stories for the blank objects
the ones with no history about who owned them previous to me
you will all see
you will all be jealous that you cannot make things like this happen on the cold cement floor of your garage
if it’s one thing I am passionate about it’s this and I can now make it happen
the word is out the objects are in my possession
hidden somewhere arranged into little groups like I said
little groups that will tell the stories of a million men and women
little groups that tell me the stories that I see as some of the most amazing stories
perhaps I will keep this all to myself from now on
perhaps I will let them just talk to me from here on out
I told the story here now
the story stays on my cold cement floor out in the garage
this winter will bring stories this winter I might change and let it go public
I’m just not sure I trust people to understand anything about this whole thing
I just don’t know if it’s time yet
I guess when it’s time I will let the stories be told
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