Introductory Text for Cranbrook Grad Book 2009
I met a man in Chinatown looking as lonely as an out of work astronaut in his silver suit. He was hocking his baseball cards and in the windows of the storefronts stapled to sticks, fastened to locomotives, shadows passed briefly in and out of comics.
He told me he was there because his well dressed friends, the Gingerbread Men, had ransacked his closet for sacks of flour and grandfather clocks, tossed couture from Istanbul upon a platform till it groaned under so many halter tops.
And they only left him two thingsone was a photograph of him and his lover embracing a frozen ATM with a box of light bulbs underneath their arms and the other was a guitar to murder an opera which had been floating through neighborhoods filled with lazy huskies puking up their broccoli aperitif in a deformed grimace.
After he told me all this, out of a radio stepped the Lord God Jehovah saying, This is My Son, Obama. Serve Him well and when you dieWell set you up with a Prius in the sky and give you leads for promising jobs in the New Jerusalem. Yknow, good pay for writing Lazarus scrolls for the infidels or even stanzas for the Barbarians at the Skatepark of whom the banks are invested in making Easter eggs of suffering.
My friends father had stolen the moons clockwork, stuffed it in a tube sock, and then went around and sold it for a language to teach my children camped out, flashlight shivering in the vampire forest.
And now I have to go to work at four in the morning knowing a cannon can tear down a wall but you cant bring it into town. Theyll know its coming; look at Napoleons artillery chipping away at the Sphinxs schnozzsuch is the canon of warbut if you smuggle a gun into Ancient Rome to shoot skeet off the Capitoline Mars nosethey gonna get blindsided.
Im currently in Portland, Oregon with my friends Mike, Violet, and their boy, Bela and were constantly under attack by foul-smelling pirates and Ive taught Bela the best way to fight the pirates is to call the ghosts on your cellphone and ask for help. A friend has to sell his baseball cards to write a song and our homes in Detroit are only worth $18,000 due to faith in a proven system that had been shaped by forces before we were borna sum total of the texts escaped the dustbin or the whims of emperors, conquerors, or zealous priests like Savonarola and his bonfire of the vanites.
For exampleCaesar Augustus went for a stroll down to the capitol and grabbed the syballine verses and divided it into two pilesthe first pile was filled with prophecy of the glory of Rome, that it would last uncontested a thousand years; the second is where the light that is Rome would be snuffed out and overrun with Barbarians. Augustus took the negative scrolls, incinerated them, and said, Lookee here! Good news, folks!
If youre being chased by the cops, theyll catch you. They know the road map, theyve got radios and make a call to their buddy a mile up to lay out the spike strip. The only way to have a chance is to get off the road and into the woods.
You are not the door you walk through. Its not about the building youre in, nor the degree, nor the prestige you think you might acquire. In fact, once you leave, dont look back. Education is like living on a planet and we use the materials we have at hand to build a rocket to launch us to the next onebooks we read, music we listen to, the conversations we have with friends and lovers and once you reach escape velocity, you break through the atmosphere and onto the Moon.
Mars beckons and the Earth alreadys got new tenants.
DrKobra
I met a man in Chinatown looking as lonely as an out of work astronaut in his silver suit. He was hocking his baseball cards and in the windows of the storefronts stapled to sticks, fastened to locomotives, shadows passed briefly in and out of comics.
He told me he was there because his well dressed friends, the Gingerbread Men, had ransacked his closet for sacks of flour and grandfather clocks, tossed couture from Istanbul upon a platform till it groaned under so many halter tops.
And they only left him two thingsone was a photograph of him and his lover embracing a frozen ATM with a box of light bulbs underneath their arms and the other was a guitar to murder an opera which had been floating through neighborhoods filled with lazy huskies puking up their broccoli aperitif in a deformed grimace.
After he told me all this, out of a radio stepped the Lord God Jehovah saying, This is My Son, Obama. Serve Him well and when you dieWell set you up with a Prius in the sky and give you leads for promising jobs in the New Jerusalem. Yknow, good pay for writing Lazarus scrolls for the infidels or even stanzas for the Barbarians at the Skatepark of whom the banks are invested in making Easter eggs of suffering.
My friends father had stolen the moons clockwork, stuffed it in a tube sock, and then went around and sold it for a language to teach my children camped out, flashlight shivering in the vampire forest.
And now I have to go to work at four in the morning knowing a cannon can tear down a wall but you cant bring it into town. Theyll know its coming; look at Napoleons artillery chipping away at the Sphinxs schnozzsuch is the canon of warbut if you smuggle a gun into Ancient Rome to shoot skeet off the Capitoline Mars nosethey gonna get blindsided.
Im currently in Portland, Oregon with my friends Mike, Violet, and their boy, Bela and were constantly under attack by foul-smelling pirates and Ive taught Bela the best way to fight the pirates is to call the ghosts on your cellphone and ask for help. A friend has to sell his baseball cards to write a song and our homes in Detroit are only worth $18,000 due to faith in a proven system that had been shaped by forces before we were borna sum total of the texts escaped the dustbin or the whims of emperors, conquerors, or zealous priests like Savonarola and his bonfire of the vanites.
For exampleCaesar Augustus went for a stroll down to the capitol and grabbed the syballine verses and divided it into two pilesthe first pile was filled with prophecy of the glory of Rome, that it would last uncontested a thousand years; the second is where the light that is Rome would be snuffed out and overrun with Barbarians. Augustus took the negative scrolls, incinerated them, and said, Lookee here! Good news, folks!
If youre being chased by the cops, theyll catch you. They know the road map, theyve got radios and make a call to their buddy a mile up to lay out the spike strip. The only way to have a chance is to get off the road and into the woods.
You are not the door you walk through. Its not about the building youre in, nor the degree, nor the prestige you think you might acquire. In fact, once you leave, dont look back. Education is like living on a planet and we use the materials we have at hand to build a rocket to launch us to the next onebooks we read, music we listen to, the conversations we have with friends and lovers and once you reach escape velocity, you break through the atmosphere and onto the Moon.
Mars beckons and the Earth alreadys got new tenants.
DrKobra
so how's Portland treating ya? i think about going west just about every day