I bought a cheap dumb video game that I plan on playing. The next few months are all about making fun cheap, and not expensive and ethereal. Tom Waits wrote a line that goes, something something something, "I'll drink a thousand paycheques and in the morning I'll be gone." I believe he's referring to booze. So. . . I'm left with few options, one of them being video games, the other being DVDs, the other being something mellow.
Looks like the clouds of winter despair have rolled in and they look pretty endless right now. The street is wet, just beginning to dry, so it has a timeless feel to it, like it was always there.
Let's wrap ourselves in coats stitched together out of poems, each one more dangerous and compelling than the last! Let's rush unencumbered by sadist mouths through collapsing Marxist Alleyways, our broken-down studebakers left to rot and dissolve into words and rhythms and forgotten ice cream flavours. O, to taste a scoop of banana-oregano or toenail-peach! Our carcasses still move! Our typewriters still clack! Our beat generations still generate, long-dead and limp-cocked, cunts sagging but still with sparks, our androgynous friends hidden away under those poem-coats. Can our wheels turn any faster, or must we use feet? Where is that shoe? Where is that ice-crystal sleek and empty shoe?
Up with the Axis of Evil! Up with the Mad Typewriter Gang! Up with People! Up with our brains while we wheeze chemicals that fire fire fire our neurons! Pop!
Posted by: ben at November 7, 2004 8:21 PMYes. It's time the axis of evil came together and used typewriters. Fuck this al-jazeera bullshit. try and censor a typewriter! Try it! Did you do it! NO YOU DIDN'.
Ah shit. One of my personal dreams is to meet Tom Waits.
Posted by: m at November 10, 2004 12:26 AM