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03/20/04 06:11 - ID#35187

This Machine Won't Kill Fascists

I've always felt the need for a healthy amount of absurdity in my life, but as of now, I have to draw the line on certain aspects.

I am no stranger to protests and yet I can't help but walk through the crowd, as if I'm watching now, rather than participating. Of course you can argue that in being there, I am participating, but I need more. These days, standing on the left, I feel like a two-holiday catholic at a black baptist church in Savannah, Georgia.

The left frustrates me more that the right ever will. At least I know where the right stands and I commend them for their voluntary ignorance. Yet the left wing, as Ani sings, was broken long ago. Now we have Kerry, and he will save us. Hell he even calls a spade a spade, but next time senator, do it at a fucking press conference.

Yes I was at the protest this afternoon, getting drenched, and yes I do appreciate that I heard more people talk about my wet dog than the whatever in Iraq. (He's a cute guy, I've said this, and yet the irony is that he doesn't think he is! He suffers from the dog myth.) The rain was symbolic, sure, yet why weren't people on the grass up by the speakers? Was there not a permit? I did see a couple of you guys right up there, and I commend you. But here's what pissed me off: I actually heard a guy say, "Let's all spread out so that we look bigger!"

Why?

Is it all about deception across the board? Are people in Orchard Park, watching at 11 tonight going to say, "Oh my dear, look how many people are in Lafayette square! And they have so much elbow room . . . let's not vote for Bush honey."

Of course I am a culprit of the mundane as much as I consider myself a visionary. Did I speak up and yell like I did in Washington a while ago, face to face with riot cops in full gear, threatening us with nightsticks if we didn't shut up about the SOA? Not at all. What if I did yell? Would the reaction be, WOW he wants this war to stop! or WOW, he's a loud freak trying to get noticed! And yet, amongst freaks, one is no more bizarre than another. I miss New York.

This has always been my problem with the left and if anyone can shed light, I'll get out of the dark room of confusion. It's not enough to stand in the rain. It's not enough to hold a sign. NO ONE WILL BE SWAYED BY THAT. And yet I do know it's necessary, because after all, you fill Times Square will people holding signs, others will notice. Yet that is again, not enough. What do I propose? Satire, anger, and not conforming to what they say we should do i.e. stay off the grass, walk on the sidewalk, stop poking that officer with a wooden stick, etc.

Bush might win in November. Yeah okay, voting counts, but we need a back up plan. What will you do? Me? Can't go to Canada, I like New York way too much. BUT . . . I can be heard. That is if I ever get the gumption to actually not keep quiet anymore. We need a pissed off folk singer instead of Joni Mitchell singing "give peace a chance." It's cliche, and John Lennon would have written a new song by now if he could. No one listens to a priest unless one is about to die.

So that's it. Nothing will change until it gets bad. Half of me wants Bush elected again so people realize what's really going on. It's funny, when you're hungry, you look for food and that is all you do. Well we need a goddamn famine in this place.

As Tom Joad said, "Takes no nerve to do something, ain't nothing else you can do."

Does it need to get there people?

'fraid so

We need another Seattle, because that's what democracy looks like.
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03/19/04 04:25 - ID#35186

Train of thought . . .

i have to go to work in about five minutes and get home at a reasonable time maybe 1am i hope people aren't as stupid as they can be tonight because to be honest i know it's my job but damn how i really hate kneeling down in the snow especially when there's mud underneath it's not bad when the ground's hard but alas of course it's not and here i go checking the weather and behold five more months of this shit my motorcycle will stay in the garage crying and although i do want to let it out to run around the snow is not that good to fly around curves with it's not like gravel at least gravel you can here your self slipping ooh that's a metaphor i should start to listen to my thoughts like i listen to my bike tires maybe i wouldn't fall so much be back in a few.

yup. there you go. here comes the music, or rather i should turn it on.
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03/19/04 04:58 - ID#35185

Outlets

Outlets . . . that's all there is in life.
Lest you go nuts.

hey Emily, I'm a up for a bit. We're all out there, but we all just keep quiet once in a while. Know what I mean . . .

The Pink was nice at 3am, just so's you all know.
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03/18/04 09:15 - ID#35184

Nothing to be done . . .

I'm at the crossroads here. Ok what do I do . . . first thing, coffee. My jerk dog got me up on my day off. Now he's sleeping again. Okay coffee, hold on.

Ah glorious coffee, okay so the crossroads I'm talking about is only a small intersection. I just have a shite load of things to do and I'm trying to figure out where to start. I have enough writing to do to keep me busy for my lifetime, but the main problem is that I have clothes to put away and dirty dishes.

And unfortunatley I want pancakes.

OH HELL!!! what to do . . .

(beat)

I will drink this fine cup o joe, walk into the kitchen, throw the raquet ball for ma dog to get his ass up (he's fat), put on a cd on the box in the kitchen (poss some Moxy Fruvous to get the blood flowing), wash the frying pan and mixer bowl (whilst shaking my tush), make pancakes, put too much oil in the pan so they fry not just cook, then do half of the dishes, finish the pot of coffee, forget the clothes, take a shower, maybe shave, take dog out, drive to Cafe Aroma (williamsville), meet with prof about life and a book I'm writing, come home, take dog for walk, go to Spot, more coffee, write a play about two guys who can't physically leave their seats, lest they get shot, and eventually end up at the Pink in the wee hours on the morning.

sweet, thanks for da help.


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03/17/04 01:55 - ID#35183

For Emily, Whenever I May Find Her

Now don't you tease me with that Beckett on film thing. And they say that cooking is the way to a man's heart . . . nah.

Yes, that would be good to see that, and I'm encouraged at the fact that you know him, HA just kidding, but you'd be surprised. Looks like we have a first annual Beckett night coming up. Y'all are welcome over here if you like awesome dogs. E-girl, how do we do this thing then, any ideas? Or if you were talking about the near future, that'd be great too. It's just that I need some inspiration. I have to write a play by Tuesday and I'm everywhere right now, and in the existential sense.

Oh wait Saul's not gonna be able to make it, let me think about this.

Tsk, tsk, Emily. Actually, that funny, but true. It is possible to hang out sans P man but only as long as I can talk freely about the American Dream. That's my deal. Whaddya say?

Oh and Robin, no one liked Leonardo. That power tripping anal-retentive bastich. He'd nix Splinter if he had the chance.

Yeah Paul, I tried to email you too, no go.




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03/17/04 01:37 - ID#35182

The Future in a Storm

I am standing on a ledge on the side of a cruise ship which was at most, a foot wide. Below me, there is the ocean, with the waves picking up once again like they always do. But the water is a good 300 feet below my feet and so that I didn’t fall into the abyss of certain death, I found that I am hanging onto the side of the ship. My elbows stretched, as if I were getting searched, onto a sloping (upwards) diamond plated ledge, also jetting off of the ship in front of me. I look forward and see two people, a man and woman, both 20 something. They're talking, rather he's talking to her, and yet she looks somewhat concerned with my situation. They too are a bit stranded you could say, but at least they're able to sit down.
The guy gestures for me to grab a plastic PPR yellow colored handle, seeing as though I could lift myself up with it. I don’t trust him because earlier, I had attempted it and pulled half out, revealing a mere drywall screw holding it onto the boat. He knew this. Fuck him. I’m staying still.
I’m staying still because, like they said, I have to make it through twelve hours. Twelve hours and I’m done. They continue to talk, as I relax and take in the situation. I don’t need their help, I’ll do it.
I ignore them and turn my head to the right. The sun is a bright orange setting in a black sky which is barely propped above the pending turmoil of water. The wind is picking up and the storm will start at any moment.
You know the calm before the storm? Well I’d take any storm on if I could experience a sight like I see now, hanging off the side of a cruise ship, hanging for my life, onto a PPR yellow colored handle held on with a drywall screw.

Twelve hours and I’ll be finished. Here comes the waves, but the sun is still there. It will always be there.

Oh my prophetic soul.

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03/17/04 01:10 - ID#35181

Very Dumb

I sound so stupid without spell check.
Oh and what I write. Oh and the clothes I wear. Oh and my tendency to like Woody Allen and cliche 80's songs. Oh and-




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03/17/04 01:07 - ID#35180

Email Failure Causes Frustration

Hey Emily, I tried to email ya, but there's a no go for some reason.

It's too bad, it was an intensly witty and sardonic message that would have at least made you sit back and say, oh yeah . . . there ya go.

Well, I guess I'll resolve to run into one of these days which will inevitably happen. And that's a good thing.

Until then, more qoutes and cultural references like the Village Voice. Oh this town needs that boy. I like Artvoice, but it's no Village Voice. Then again, Buffalo is no New York. See, we have something to attain right?

Actually, we already have a New York, what else can we do with this town. Let's think . . . fo once.
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03/15/04 09:11 - ID#35179

I Have the Recipe for Love at First Site

Ok that last entry might have been a bit crass to start off with, and so I apologize. This is not to say that I don't think that way, because I do. Yes it does get tiring.

I want to try and implement something, and I hope y'all are on board here. I want to create a system which will make it easier for meeting people. We should try it, and I will start.

This is not like Match dot waste of time (apologies to all who use it), or something to that effect, but it will be used in bars and social settings. I propose to have a list of . . . okay I need help here. I was about to say a list of bad qualities, for example - I like sex a lot, but cuddling more, okay that's a lie, on par - but then I thought why not the good qaulities? My position as of now is ambivalence.

Or how about a quote and an author in your pocket that you can hand out to the potential suitors or suitee (dat a word?).
Now if they say, "what the hell is this?" BOOM, you're done. You know not to pursue the undeniable waste of your time. But if you hand over a piece of paper and she (in my case) says, "Ahh . . . he's good. And do you really believe this?" Your response could be, "Only on Wednesdays and late Saturday evenings, how about you?" BLAM, instant conversation.

This might be considered too cerebral, but then I have been called worse. I think I have something here. Any thoughts?

Oh and mine, for example only (one of mine, you could have more than one, depending on the night) would be:

"and those things do best please me that befall preposterously."

I really get into Beckett.

see? It's easy. Who's in?

While you ponder, I am off to Spot to write my memoir.

Take it easy, but take it.




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03/15/04 01:05 - ID#35178

abandon all hope, ye who enter here

Blest are those who blood and judgement are so well commingled that they are not a pipe for fortune's finger to sound what stop she please. Give me that man who is not passion's slave and I will wear him in my heart's core.

That's it. That is where I'm at, where I've been, and where I will remain. This is a choice mind you, I understand this. Actually no. I won't be that deliberate about this. It might not be a choice. Ever here the saying (I forgot who said it right now), some people were born with a foot in the grave. Well I hope that's not me, but if you replace grave with institution, that might work better. Then again, I'm of the school that says that if someone calls themselves crazy, they're not. And I'm not crazy. It's everyone else that I worry about.

I will write about how it sucks that it's snowing in May, and that breaking up is hard to do (especially with ex's, over and over and over and), but as of right now, I've got some things on my mind. Like for example, am I really closer to fine when I just don't think about something and rather become like Lao Tzu's analogy of water? I think so, but see, other people get pissed. I'll get into that more later.

Thanks for having me.

coming soon - morality, why don't we get shut of it?
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