I hope the season is wrapping up well for all of you. Something I've always tried to avoid was the public or semi-public airing of "Woe Is Me" tales or possibly tried to put up a defense through humor. My position has generally been that no matter how terrible I think a particular situation is, there are many other poor bastards in deeper hell than I could ever imagine. Everyone's got the family member that treats 'em like relics in storage. Or perhaps like a lame goat. Most people go through some kinda "Death of A Friend" situation and come out on top. I guess I just don't want people to feel sorry for me. I attempt to take the position of "distraction" when death comes a-knockin. That sorry sack of shit isn't going to RUIN anything when I'm around.
A close friend of my brothers and of my family was killed in a car accident last Friday night. Also, my father took off for Florida Christmas morning. Holiday spirit. indeed. The blue-ribbon piece of that scene is that I get to pick him up 10 PM on New Years Eve. It's really interesting that a man makes 90,000-110,00 a year while his ex-wife and children struggle with welfare, food stamps, and possible forclosure. Am I sick when I say that this is a possible microcosm for how things play out on a whole in America? or capitalism in general? The trappings of the poor have eluded me for the most part. Alcohol and Drugs rarely play a scene in my life despite my constant flag-baring on Suicide Girls for "Wanton Whiskey & Pharmaceutical Abandon". Depression or anger typically gets channeled into posts, song lyrics, or random improv performances at friends homes. But I think the major factor in beating down the forces of disaster and misery is through solidarity. A solidarity in knowing that the seagull of life shats not just upon my head, but the head of my human bretheren. Can we collectively pool our woe into a revolution of sorts? A pre-revolution revolution. Emotional boot camp for the disenfranchised princes of noise and anarchism.
Yeah, I've been skipping through the pages of Adbusters if it isn't obvious. Call me crazy for laughing at the lack of joy and family bond during the Christmas season. This is the only year my mother hasn't had a tree set up in her house. She also couldn't afford presents for myself or my two siblings. Naturally, those things aren't that important. I still came through with some pretty thoughtfull gifts for everyone. Hopefully, the Tenacious D DVD is helping my brother through this loss. Truth be told, The Whiskey Fight Pit was the Jolly Green Giant of X-Mas Spirit this year. This is a position I never want to have to shoulder alone ever again. Man, I'm the kinda cat that'll try and have a good time in the doctor's office waiting to get a leg amputated. Built for comfort not for speed, baby. Laughing when they turn the motherfucking lights out. Laughing when God hands down the verdict. Laughing in the fucking cosmos. To give y'all a better picture of where I'm at...picture the movie The Wild Bunch and the last montage before the credits roll. All of the deceased outlaws just laughing their asses off through every mishap or victory. Even in the face of their own mortality it was all still a gas.....hmmmm
We're all as mad as hatters here
SOUNDTRACK OF THE DAY
John Coltrane "Interstellar Space" and "Meditiations"
Even when I was taking my vacant old man to the airport on X-mas morning I had 'Trane and Rashied Ali grappilin' round the ole mind tissue. One day it will all make sense.
A close friend of my brothers and of my family was killed in a car accident last Friday night. Also, my father took off for Florida Christmas morning. Holiday spirit. indeed. The blue-ribbon piece of that scene is that I get to pick him up 10 PM on New Years Eve. It's really interesting that a man makes 90,000-110,00 a year while his ex-wife and children struggle with welfare, food stamps, and possible forclosure. Am I sick when I say that this is a possible microcosm for how things play out on a whole in America? or capitalism in general? The trappings of the poor have eluded me for the most part. Alcohol and Drugs rarely play a scene in my life despite my constant flag-baring on Suicide Girls for "Wanton Whiskey & Pharmaceutical Abandon". Depression or anger typically gets channeled into posts, song lyrics, or random improv performances at friends homes. But I think the major factor in beating down the forces of disaster and misery is through solidarity. A solidarity in knowing that the seagull of life shats not just upon my head, but the head of my human bretheren. Can we collectively pool our woe into a revolution of sorts? A pre-revolution revolution. Emotional boot camp for the disenfranchised princes of noise and anarchism.
Yeah, I've been skipping through the pages of Adbusters if it isn't obvious. Call me crazy for laughing at the lack of joy and family bond during the Christmas season. This is the only year my mother hasn't had a tree set up in her house. She also couldn't afford presents for myself or my two siblings. Naturally, those things aren't that important. I still came through with some pretty thoughtfull gifts for everyone. Hopefully, the Tenacious D DVD is helping my brother through this loss. Truth be told, The Whiskey Fight Pit was the Jolly Green Giant of X-Mas Spirit this year. This is a position I never want to have to shoulder alone ever again. Man, I'm the kinda cat that'll try and have a good time in the doctor's office waiting to get a leg amputated. Built for comfort not for speed, baby. Laughing when they turn the motherfucking lights out. Laughing when God hands down the verdict. Laughing in the fucking cosmos. To give y'all a better picture of where I'm at...picture the movie The Wild Bunch and the last montage before the credits roll. All of the deceased outlaws just laughing their asses off through every mishap or victory. Even in the face of their own mortality it was all still a gas.....hmmmm
We're all as mad as hatters here
SOUNDTRACK OF THE DAY
John Coltrane "Interstellar Space" and "Meditiations"
Even when I was taking my vacant old man to the airport on X-mas morning I had 'Trane and Rashied Ali grappilin' round the ole mind tissue. One day it will all make sense.
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its just those two days and the bullshit that accompany them that get me down. i think its the fake crap that people try to pull on me those two days. they try to buy ones interest, blithely ignoring the fact that they would want nothing to do with me the other days of the year, perforning an act that has become a duty, not a desire.
i prefer my status as pariah in the family.
as for death... death is the best joke of the universe, and no one seems to get it. i myself have been laughing with that bastard over people's reactions to it for years. death is a fun character once you get the joke... and everyone gets the joke in the end...