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25th-Jul-2002 03:27 am
Well, my horoscope for yesterday sure hit the nail on the head. Let me paraphrase. "Scorpio: With Pluto squared with Venus and a full moon, you will be a raving lunatic for several hours."

How very true.

My day started with waking up, as usual. I decided I'd do my normal morning stuff, but that got interrupted by the bi-monthly pressure blow off by the rooomies. I missed mmost of it, thanks to a trip to our local Subway. Then I got ready to go in to work early, since I had to make up for hours missed yesterday. Well, work was a madhouse tonight. Dead then busy. Dead then busy. And just about everyone I talked to on the phone tonight was a fucking incompetent bastard who should never be allowed to order a pizza again. Asking for someone's phone number is not a trick question.
And when we weren't busy, we had competeing mental radio moments, since the physical radio is being cleaned currently. (Don't ask.) This meant we swung from Guns & Roses to Paula Cole to Nelly to Madonna.
And the cherry was the 60 pie to Jim Tressel and the OSU football team. $300 order, driver got a $2 tip. Go Michigan!!!!
On the bright side, Herbert has invited me up to his parents place in Port Clinton in the middle of next moth. Looks like I may get a much needed vacation after all. Now if only Herb was announcing his "union" to me...*laughs bitterly* yeah that'll fuckin' happen. I think the real reason Herb and Stacy haven't managed tyo get divorced is do to the ties that bind- joint checking. Advice to all newly-weds....keep yer finances separate for at least 5 years.
Fuck. Excuse me while I go howl at the moon for a while.
25th-Jul-2002 12:47 am (UTC)

Allen Ginsburg

note: this is an abbreviated version of Howl

I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked,
dragging themselves through the negro streets at dawn looking for an angry fix,
angelheaded hipsters burning for the ancient heavenly connection to the starry dynamo in the machinery of night ...
yacketayakking screaming vomiting whispering facts and memories and anecdotes and eyeball kicks and shocks of hospitals and jails and wars,
whole intellects disgorged in total recall for seven days and nights with brilliant eyes, meat for the Synagogue cast on the pavement,
who vanished into Nowhere Zen New Jersey leaving a trail of ambigious picture postcards of Atlantic City Hall ...
who distributed Supercommunist pamphlets in Union Square weeping and undressing while the sirens of Los Alomos wailed them down, and wailed down Wall, and the Staten Island Ferry also wailed,
who broke down crying in white gymnasiums naked and trembling before the machinery of other skeletons,
who bit detectives in the neck and shrieked with delight in policecars for committing no crime but their own wild cooking pederasty and intoxication ...

who cut their wrists three times successively unsuccessfully, gave up and were forced to open antique stores where they thought they were growing old and cried,
who were burned alive in their innocent flannel suits on Madison Avenue amid blasts of leaden verse and the tanked-up clatter of the iron regiments of fasion and the nitroglycerine shrieks of the fairies of advertising and the mustard gas of sinister intelligent editors, or were run down by the drunken taxicabs of Absolute Reality,
who jumped off the Brooklyn Bridge this actually happened and walked away unknown and forgotten into the ghostly daze of Chinatown soup alleyways and firetrucks, not even one free beer ...
who threw potato salad at CCNY lecturers on Dadaism and subsequently presented themselves on the granite steps of the madhouse with shaven heads and harlequin speech of suicide, demanding instantaneous lobotomy,
and who were given instead the concrete void of insulin Metrazol electricity hydrotheraphy psychotherapy occupational therapy pingpong and amnesia ...
ah, Carl, while you are not safe I am not safe, and now you're really in the total animal soup of time --
Moloch! Moloch! Robot apartments! invisible suburbs! skeleton treasuries! blind capitals! demonic industries! spectral nations! invincible madhouses! granite cocks! monstrous bombs!
Carl Solomon! I'm with you in Rockland
Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy!
The world is holy! The soul is holy! The skin is holy! The nose is holy! The tongue and cock and hand and asshole holy!
Everything is holy! everybody's holy! everywhere is holy! everyday is eternity! Everyman's an angel!
25th-Jul-2002 12:58 am (UTC)
Oh, wow, I haven't read (or heard) that in ages. I suddenly feel like digging out Sartre and smoking a lot. I always knew that behind your Socialist facade beat the heart of a beat-nik hippie!


The prince sucks the prince sucks the life him and his Tory bitch they suck it out of us forever...


my freinds are dying dying dying because the can't won't fucking heal themselves...


look at the fucking moon and slice open yer vein in vain

25th-Jul-2002 03:36 am (UTC)
You raving lunatic you! You made me laugh my ass off tonight and I soooo needed to do that. *hugs*

...now pass me a piece of that coon
25th-Jul-2002 09:55 am (UTC) - Re:
MMMM raccoon...

No problem.
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