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Monday, October 21, 2013

Monday, October 21, 2013

Ten days to Halloween. Or is it "Hallowe'en"? Whatever it is, it allows certain novelty shops to exist in buildings that used to contain renowned chain stores. There's a meme floating around that shows one in place of what used to be a major Tower Records installment. Whether that's true or not, I don't know, but in my town, the former Circuit City building and the former Blockbuster Video building are now both Halloween "Spook-taculars" or some such play on words. Novelty shops make a pleasant disguise for the scary reality that is our gop-led country and economy, don't they?

"Spook-tacular". I'm awfully sick of these Halloween-themed puns. It's the same ones every year. Halloween's no fun anymore. Everything's been sanitized. Can 27-year-olds like me trick-or-treat? Probably not. Cops would be on me like Anthony Weiner on a mobile device. Or something. I used to be better at hip celebrity/politician jokes. But it's a shame; I think an adult desperately seeking free candy in a bad economy is wonderfully spooky and in spirit. Also a shame that I have no costume party to go to this year; I'd rent a suit and go as a gop. Just as well, though; I ain't got the dough to rent that suit.

Here, have a photo from last year's party instead. The "pharaoh" is a long-time friend and classmate's brother. I didn't really have any ideas, so I just took my old black cape that I've had since I was small enough to trip over it, stuck it over my best tie-dye Dead shirt, and called myself "Super Outsider".



Back to the future, which is murder. ("Live in London" version there; tremendous release, LiL.) How 'bout that government shutdown? I don't have much to say about it myself; it's all fast become a blur to me. Sequester, debt ceiling, shutdown, stalemate, congress — all these words are just noise now — like a parade of garbage trucks on the other side of the front door except nonessential. (Get it?) Things are bad; I know it. I don't have hopes the least bit high for myself when I go to test for a temporary, non-social job on Tuesday, let alone anybody else for longer periods.

Ah, but haven't I whined on here enough about my distaste for this anti-social, roboticized, outsourced western society?

Something I've noticed lately is this:

Almost everybody I encounter, be it in person or via media images, their faces look almost exactly the same. Same features, same demeanor, same style of movements — male or female, black or white, senior citizen or six-month-old. I don't know how well I can describe this face, or expression; it kind of seems like the wearer is in a deep haze of thought — one from which it's highly dubious that they will ever emerge. Often their mouth is hung slightly open; their head smoothly and very slowly bobs. I have no idea what this means, if anything; it's only the last couple weeks that I've really noticed it. Just a passing thought, perhaps, that I'm passing along to cyberspace with the fantasy that a fellow traveler will know exactly what I mean and excitedly say so.

These are the thoughts that flit through one part of my head as another feels nasty sinus pressure that helps prevent me sleeping.

I bid you as pleasant a Monday as you can experience in your current circumstance.

Thursday, October 10, 2013

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Wednesday, October 9, 2013

Spin (draft)

Country dawn
illuminates a scene familiar
rolling on
and ever slowly getting hillier

naked eye
will not suit up and scour this landscape
find out why
its trail would want to make an escape

pioneers
figments of a mass dreamt past
it disappears
these phone translations never last

big wheel keeps spinnin'
big wheel keeps spinnin'
big wheel keeps spinnin'
spinnin', spinnin'
in the mud

room to shout
with none to hear or heed the call
too far out
alike its host revolving ball

big wheel keeps spinnin'
big wheel keeps spinnin'
big wheel keeps spinnin'
spinnin', diggin'
in the mud

too blind to know it's stuck in place
unfed it just keeps on with its race
keeping up its frantic pace
the motions slowly wear away its face
without aid it soon will be erased
senselessly lain to waste
if there's help, it must make haste
someone, bestow your grace!

naked, I
will not fare well and likely perish
left to die
alone within this evening fairish

country dusk
renders all a single item
flea or husk
they hurtle on into the night

big wheel keeps spinnin'
big wheel keeps spinnin'
big wheel keeps spinnin'
spinnin', diggin'
in the mud

big wheel keeps spinnin'
keeps on spinnin'
diggin' deeper
in the mud..........