{ 12 } .. . condemned

lists are the bondo of personalities

Deep in the heart of darkest utopia, I heard the alarms clangity-clanging away at the coming doom. Man, they sure don’t make it easy to get some shut eye; they don’t make it easy to ignore their screams. I’m tightrope-dawdling along the broken sidewalk, trying not to draw attention in this tone-deaf neighbourhood. I feel like barking in a foreign tongue, vibrating my dangling uvula like a well-used punching bag. Oh yeah, baby, I’m ready to roundhouse some circus freakshow exhibit now, to show them who’s boss in this sprawling home of the knave.

Big top, screw top, mop top, they’re all the same to me.

But you know, I don’t really begrudge them their lucky privilege, I don’t hold their appalling lack of taste against them. Hell, someone has to keep wearing those goddamned white loafers, since all the salesmen got smart a couple of generations ago and started dressing like golf pros.

And in the end, really, the love they crave, is equal to the love they stave. Hehe, just what the world needs, salesmen making more salesmen – could really drive a houseclown to drink.


spiral scratch
bullshit .. . { the dishrags, vancouver complications }
fuck with dre day .. . { dr dre, the chronic }
na na na na naa .. . { kaiser chiefs, employment }

{ 03 } .. . virago

she reads the leaves and she leads the life

Come with me, and be my love,/And we will some new pleasures prove
. .. . { john donne, the bait }

Well, we tread lightly on some phantom shells, waving our arms molasses slow. As if we were swayed by some idle wind, while fishers fish and emperors bow. The flames do not subside at all with ease, fueled by the trash strewn to and fro. And what burns shall burn, as young children learn, with liars’ pants and idiots’ glow.

Now that’s a nice fire to warm an arson’s arse. Let’s throw another martyr on the pyre, another Joan on the throne. And throw more dirt on this shallow grave.


spiral scratch
the sad burlesque .. . { elvis costello and the brodsky quartet, the juliet letters }
hungover again .. . { supersuckers, must’ve been high }
a certain romance .. . { arctic monkeys, whatever people say i am, that’s what i’m not }