Ramblings of a Wayward Atavistic hurtling -confidently lost- through space and time.
Monday, January 10, 2011
Behind My Eyes... (an edited and rewritten piece) this is about standing in line at the convenience store while the clerk runs the Lotto machine. lol
YOU FUCK!!! YOU SLOW MOVING PRICK!!! WHAT IN THE SAM HELL ARE YOU FUCKING DOING?!?!? DO YOU KNOW WHO THE FUCK I AM?!? PRINCE OF PAUPERS AM I!UP FROM DREGS INTO  WHICH I WAS CAST AND CAST MYSELF INTO! I'VE LIVED IN A TREE IN A PARK IN  A CITY IN A NEIGHBORHOOD FILLED WITH SOCIETYS DOWNTHROWN LOST SOULS....  THE SCHIZOPHRENICS,THE TOURETTES INFLICTED;THOSE WHOSE PLEASURES BECAME  OBSESSION AND WHOSE OBSESSIONS BECAME LIKE ENTITIES UNTO THEMSELVES  THEREBY MAKING THE INDIVIDUAL NOTHING MORE THAN THE HOST...A GHOST OF  THEIR PREVIOUS SELVES...RUNAWAYS,THE ABUSED,THE ABANDONED.....STREET  HUSTLERS,HOODLUMS,CRIMINALS,TRAVELLERS,ANARCHISTS,DRUNKS,RUMMIES,JUNKIES,HOOKERS,AND  DEALERS.I'VE KNOWN CARD SHARKS AND GAMBLERS,POOLSHARKS,AND RAMBLERS,AND  SEEKERS SEARCHING FOR SOMETHING OUTSIDE OF WHAT SOCIETIES WALLS  CONTAIN. I'VE DIED,AND KILLED AND LOVED AND HATED AND FOUGHT AND  REBELLED AND NEVER FIT IN TO ANYTHING ANYONE COULD EXPLAIN IN ANY SIMPLE  TERMS. I'M LIKE ROYALTY IN EXILE, BABY! AN AMERICAN HITCHHIKING FREIGHT  HOPPING HOBO HANNIBAL ENEMY OF ROME. I'VE PUNCHED ROCKSTARS AND ROBBED  WOULD BE CHICKEN HAWK BUSINESSMAN BOYFUCKERS AND -HOPEFULLY- MADE THEM  THINK TWICE BEFORE THEY PICKED UP ANOTHER YOUNG STREET BOY OR GIRL WITH  THE INTENTIONS OF DEFILEMENT OR ABUSE,AND LEFT MY MARK UPON THEIR  FLESH,FOREVER A REMINDER OF THE TIME THE FLY BIT THE SPIDER. I'VE LEFT  BRUTES LIFELESS IN THE MIDST OF TRYING TO STAB MY DRUNKEN LOST BOY  BROTHERS. I'VE CRACKED THE JAWS OF MUGGERS AND PREDATORS OF ALL WALKS OF  LIFE. I'VE SMASHED BOTTLES ON THE HEADS OF ABUSIVE COPS IN RIOT GEAR  THUMPING THE HEADS OF INNOCENT AND NOT SO INNOCENT 14YR OLD KIDS TRYING  TO BE TOGETHER FOR  ROCK N ROLL SHOWS IN GANG LADEN KILLERFORNIA DURING  THE REAGANOMICIDAL H80'S. I'VE TOILED UNDER THE YOKE OF RICH ASSHOLES  AND WATCHED THEM GET FAT ON THE SWEAT AND BLOOD OF GOOD MEN. I'VE  CHAMPIONED ART,AND LOVE,AND FIRE,AND THE OCEAN AND DRAWN POWER FROM IT  AS ITS THROWN MY BODY HELPLESSLY ONTO ROCKS WORN SMOOTH WITH MILLIONS OF  YEARS OF UNDULATION AND POUNDING LIKE THE HEART BEAT AND PULSE OF THE  UNIVERSE AND HEARD IT AND FELT IT AND FELT IT IN MY OWN RYTHEMS AND  REALIZED MY RYTHEMS WERE ONE WITH EVRYTHING LIKE THE DHALI LLAMA SAID TO  THE HOT DOG VENDOR. I'VE BURNED SO BRIGHTLY AND BURN STILL AND THE WIND  IS FUCKING MINE AND MINE ALONE AND THE OCEAN IS MINE AND MINE ALONE AND  ALONE AM I IN THE UNIVERSE AND THE UNIVERSE IS ALONE AND ALL  ENCOMPASSING AND I CAN ALMOST JUST  GRASP IT AND A LINE GOES ON  FOREVER..... BUT FUCK,MAN! I HATE WAITING IN LINE AND SUDDENLEY I'M BACK  AGAIN AND WAITING BEHIND THE LOTTERY GUY WITH THE NOT SO AMBIGUOUSLY  FASCIST IMAGE ON THE BACK OF HIS BACKWARDS ASSED RED NECK YINZER  BACKWARDS BALL CAP AND I'M BACK,TOTALLY NOW.  AND NO ONE KNOWS HOW I'VE  JUST QUIETLY GONE MAD BEHIND MY  EYES,OR HOW  MUCH I'M TRULY OWED RESPECT FOR I'VE DONE THE DEEDS OF HEROES AND WILL  CONTINUE TO DO SO.AND THE CLERK IS SLOW,AND I JUST WANT TO GET MY DR.  PEPPER AND Rolling tobacco, and I just want to get  back to the dog, and welcome the oncoming evening. I'd carry a lot of  baggage you'd think; but a certain detatchment I possess allows me to  travel light, and ready to move, so Go MAN, GO!
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