Pimp limping for fun and profit
Oct. 10th, 2008 01:00 pmSo, about two or three years ago my Tourette's decided to start making me walk funny. I had hoped it was a transient tic--one that I have for a while that eventually goes away--and not a resident tic. While it did eventually calm down from its original fucking bullshit, it's still with me.
I have a video somewhere of when it first started. Thought it was on YouTube, must just be on my laptop.
I'll try to take a video of what it looks like now, too, and post 'em some day.
Anyway, my coworker Matt calls it my pimp limp, which has prompted me to do the same.
This is the bottom of my left shoe, which really isn't affected by the way my right like rotates during the pimp limp:
This is the bottom of my right shoe, which IS affected by my pimp limp:
Fucking whee, right?
EDIT: YES I'M GETTING NEW SHOES. I have some Sketchers that fit my stupidly wide feet, I just haven't bought new canvas shoes yet. These lasted about three or four months.
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bookmancu today: hanyak is a Czech / Polish word for "rascals".
It's also a word used for meth, but what word HASN'T been used for that?
Oh, here's a poem.
It took thirty seconds to write.
It's called "Hipster"
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Hipster.
Hey, hipster.
Get away from me.
No, seriously.
Damn it, hipster.
Get away.
No.
Hipster, don't bring your fucking friends to this bar.
Motherfucker, what did I just say?
This bar is ours.
Hipster, you better listen to me.
Oh, you can't.
It's probably the pencils I just jammed it your ears.
God you're a douche.
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I'm going to try to beat my writer's block to death with whiskey this weekend. Wish me luck.
No matter what, I have some drawings for you next week and will finish my Super Explodo So You Don't Have To post for Monday.
Smooches,
b
I have a video somewhere of when it first started. Thought it was on YouTube, must just be on my laptop.
I'll try to take a video of what it looks like now, too, and post 'em some day.
Anyway, my coworker Matt calls it my pimp limp, which has prompted me to do the same.
This is the bottom of my left shoe, which really isn't affected by the way my right like rotates during the pimp limp:
This is the bottom of my right shoe, which IS affected by my pimp limp:
Fucking whee, right?
EDIT: YES I'M GETTING NEW SHOES. I have some Sketchers that fit my stupidly wide feet, I just haven't bought new canvas shoes yet. These lasted about three or four months.
Useless things I learned from
bookmancu today: hanyak is a Czech / Polish word for "rascals".It's also a word used for meth, but what word HASN'T been used for that?
Oh, here's a poem.
It took thirty seconds to write.
It's called "Hipster"
---------
Hipster.
Hey, hipster.
Get away from me.
No, seriously.
Damn it, hipster.
Get away.
No.
Hipster, don't bring your fucking friends to this bar.
Motherfucker, what did I just say?
This bar is ours.
Hipster, you better listen to me.
Oh, you can't.
It's probably the pencils I just jammed it your ears.
God you're a douche.
---------
I'm going to try to beat my writer's block to death with whiskey this weekend. Wish me luck.
No matter what, I have some drawings for you next week and will finish my Super Explodo So You Don't Have To post for Monday.
Smooches,
b
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Mar. 13th, 2006 04:09 pmSorry, I'm wired about a new project thing and the return of my creativity after the weekend. Hence my mult-posts.
Anyway, and old poem--which I usually suck at-- first posted here well over a year ago.
( Hedorah )
Anyway, and old poem--which I usually suck at-- first posted here well over a year ago.
( Hedorah )
Your Letters
Jan. 9th, 2006 07:47 pm
Everybody writes their love.
In stone, resolute and unyielding
In lipstick, passionate and temporary
In flowers, beautiful and seasonal
You wrote your love on me in steel, cold and hard.
You said that would make it last forever.
Your love rusts.
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Oct. 13th, 2005 12:14 pmronebofh is right.I've kinda turned my LJ into too much of a dumping ground for my writing. I've turned it into some sort of place where I exclusively shit out practice exercises and scrape the madness directly from my brain to the keyboard.
It's not that I don't enjoy writing these things, it's just that I'm getting too focused on them.
I haven't contributed anything from the two novels I'm working on, nor anything from any of my in-progress screenplays, nor any of my older stuff. My brain has been jammed full of crazyshit since I was a tiny child, but why should that be all that I turn out here on LJ?
Watch this space for something I wrote about 15 years ago for the annual Imitation Hemingway contest but never submitted. I will submit it this year.
Watch this space for a possible excerpt from some upcoming comic scripts. And maybe even a tantalizing hint about a piece of brilliance that
duosiceprincess and I have been riffing on for a month. Her Excellency's permission pending, of course.Watch this space for things that aren't about crazybugs eating space dogs.
I mean, sure, there will still be crazybugs eating space dogs, but not exclusively.
I'm not a goddamned one-trick pony, and I'm still going to be a published writer.
Off to Sedona, Arizona, to see Sara's father get married. Will have sporadic internet access, but I'll be back in a few days.
In the mean time, some old non-crazybugs-eating-space-dogs stories from over a year ago. Enjoy, if you would.
Hedorah
and
Clay Wings
b
Current Music: "Inside" - Dubstar
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Feb. 2nd, 2005 10:24 pmI am Sick as Fuck(tm) and as such have no moral or legal obligation to make any damned sense at all. There will probably be a series of postings. Cope.
Odd note: the dentist's office that I used to go to as a child is now a pub. Bit odd, that. Sullivan, Illinois, is an odd place. Not a bad place to grow up -- especially with all the time I spent in St.Louis with my mother -- but I could not live there. Not even temporarily. Do you HEAR ME MR. FEAR?!?!?
Right, so while working in the bookstacks, I came across a, whaddyacall, book. Journal thingy. And it's from 1918, so copyright has expired. As such, I shall be posting a weirdass poem from the inside of the cover.
( THE LIBRARY LOG (Ten Numbers Per Year), Published by the Public Library for the Citizens of Milwaukee, has a poem for you. )
Moral of the story? The other dead soldiers will like you better when you die if you don't rape the natives.
benjamin sTone
Current Music: "Savage Sexteen" - My Life With the Thrill Kill Kult
Last Book I Read a Page of: THE LIBRARY LOG (Ten Numbers Per Year), Published by the Public Library for the Citizens of Milwaukee
Last Movie: sickasfuck has been making me keep falling asleep during PALE FLOWER
Next Movie: still Wong Kar Wai's FALLEN ANGELS, I swear
Odd note: the dentist's office that I used to go to as a child is now a pub. Bit odd, that. Sullivan, Illinois, is an odd place. Not a bad place to grow up -- especially with all the time I spent in St.Louis with my mother -- but I could not live there. Not even temporarily. Do you HEAR ME MR. FEAR?!?!?
Right, so while working in the bookstacks, I came across a, whaddyacall, book. Journal thingy. And it's from 1918, so copyright has expired. As such, I shall be posting a weirdass poem from the inside of the cover.
( THE LIBRARY LOG (Ten Numbers Per Year), Published by the Public Library for the Citizens of Milwaukee, has a poem for you. )
Moral of the story? The other dead soldiers will like you better when you die if you don't rape the natives.
benjamin sTone
Current Music: "Savage Sexteen" - My Life With the Thrill Kill Kult
Last Book I Read a Page of: THE LIBRARY LOG (Ten Numbers Per Year), Published by the Public Library for the Citizens of Milwaukee
Last Movie: sickasfuck has been making me keep falling asleep during PALE FLOWER
Next Movie: still Wong Kar Wai's FALLEN ANGELS, I swear
SHORT POEM
Jul. 27th, 2004 08:03 pmWHY I DON’T SING PROFESSIONALLY
I got no
Vibrato.
benjamin sTone
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I got no
Vibrato.
benjamin sTone
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You have got to be kidding me...
Jun. 2nd, 2004 02:13 pm At work last night, I heard a Mary Kay woman say to potential recruits: “You’ve got to learn if you want to earn,” and “Your attitude determines your altitude.”
I had to smile as I choked back my bile.
I’m becoming increasingly incensed at the number of Britt Worldwide (Amway/Quixtar shootoff), Mary Kay, Creative Memories, etc. groups that we host. I feel like a bad person when I’m managing on nights they’re in-house. I feel like I should be slipping the marks little pieces of paper that say “Run while you can, they only want your money and your juicy brainmeats!”
Alas, I fear that this would end in my termination. Well, fear isn’t the right word. I know it would. But I weigh the benefits of this every time. Whore to the almighty dollar, that’s me.
On a side note, let’s pretend that an airplane has just experienced a *wee* bit of decompression [it later lands safely, everybody lives, hooray] and the oxygen masks have dropped. They always tell you that if you’re a parent you should put your mask on first, then put the masks on your kids, the logic being that if you pass out first, they’re screwed.
Now let’s pretend that you’re there with your two kids.
You’ve put your mask on.
Who gets the next mask?
You are so fucking doomed. ;)
Stories and poems are being worked on right now, one tentatively called “Courthouse Ho’s, or Time Travel and Tube Tops.” I want them to be in good shape before I fire them off, however, so nothing terribly in-depth today.
I’m still going to work on a writing exercise. I fear that I’ve been working on too many things recently and, as usual, not finishing a damn thing. So perhaps a few short things for you. I’ve got 4000 songs on random, Billy Joel is singing “Say Goodbye to Hollywood,” I’ve peed, and I have a mandarin orange Jarrito,
S’go.
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Aaron was neither the smartest nor the fastest person to ever flip a burger at Hardee’s. But he had something nobody else did. A creepy prehensile tail with another hand on the end of it. And 17 eyes in various places on his head. So they paid him 50 cents more an hour and let him do the work of two crewmembers. The franchise saved a few bucks and somewhere deep in his heart he knew that it would be pretty goddamned disgusting to be served a burger that had been wrapped some guy’s tail hand.
---
That wasn’t terrible, I guess. Now Oscar is singing that he loves trash. And go…
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It’s raining in my office. No, it’s not leaking, there is a tiny atmospheric disturbance above me which is raining tiny, room temperature drops on me. I’m scurrying about, trying to cover books, throwing papers out into the hallway, throwing a box over my computer so it won’t get ruined.
How said that we live in such a day and age. It rains indoors and the first thing we think is to save our stuff.
I’ve changed my mind. I don’t care about the things being ruined, I’m just tilting my head back, ready to taste the sweet, magical water.
But it’s already stopped.
---
Hmmm…
Barenaked Ladies sang a live version of “The Old Apartment.”
Lemme try one or two more, while Django Reinhardt places some old song from 1928.
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A Poem For My Cat
Hey, get the fuck off of me, oww, oww, stop it, oww, why are you doing this? I am *so* going to throw you in the shower.
Fuck fuck fuck.
No, you cannot have a treat.
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Okay, I was going to delete it, but I’m just typing what comes into my head, and for that I most humbly apologize. One more, while Tex Ritter sings “Do Not Forsake Me, Oh My Darling,” the theme from “High Noon”
---
Well, we’re in Illinois, what did he expect?
I thought putting him in a Gremlin, jamming a brick on the accelerator, and firing a flare into the open hatchback would count as Viking funeral.
Yes, Officer, it was his Gremlin.
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That’s a lot like my vampire one, no?
Maybe there’s something there, trying to get out.
Okay, time to shower and get ready for work.
Hopefully I’ll have “Courthouse Ho’s” done soon.
Have fun, kids. Be back by midnight.
benjamin sTone
Urbana, Illinois
2:12 pm
CURRENT MUSIC: Bizet’s “The Flower Duet,” sung by Charlotte Church
CURRENT BOOK: Still the Da Vinci Code. It’s not that I’m a slow reader, it’s that I haven’t had time. And it isn’t engrossing me.
LAST MOVIE: “The Devil’s Backbone” by Guillermo del Toro
I had to smile as I choked back my bile.
I’m becoming increasingly incensed at the number of Britt Worldwide (Amway/Quixtar shootoff), Mary Kay, Creative Memories, etc. groups that we host. I feel like a bad person when I’m managing on nights they’re in-house. I feel like I should be slipping the marks little pieces of paper that say “Run while you can, they only want your money and your juicy brainmeats!”
Alas, I fear that this would end in my termination. Well, fear isn’t the right word. I know it would. But I weigh the benefits of this every time. Whore to the almighty dollar, that’s me.
On a side note, let’s pretend that an airplane has just experienced a *wee* bit of decompression [it later lands safely, everybody lives, hooray] and the oxygen masks have dropped. They always tell you that if you’re a parent you should put your mask on first, then put the masks on your kids, the logic being that if you pass out first, they’re screwed.
Now let’s pretend that you’re there with your two kids.
You’ve put your mask on.
Who gets the next mask?
You are so fucking doomed. ;)
Stories and poems are being worked on right now, one tentatively called “Courthouse Ho’s, or Time Travel and Tube Tops.” I want them to be in good shape before I fire them off, however, so nothing terribly in-depth today.
I’m still going to work on a writing exercise. I fear that I’ve been working on too many things recently and, as usual, not finishing a damn thing. So perhaps a few short things for you. I’ve got 4000 songs on random, Billy Joel is singing “Say Goodbye to Hollywood,” I’ve peed, and I have a mandarin orange Jarrito,
S’go.
---
Aaron was neither the smartest nor the fastest person to ever flip a burger at Hardee’s. But he had something nobody else did. A creepy prehensile tail with another hand on the end of it. And 17 eyes in various places on his head. So they paid him 50 cents more an hour and let him do the work of two crewmembers. The franchise saved a few bucks and somewhere deep in his heart he knew that it would be pretty goddamned disgusting to be served a burger that had been wrapped some guy’s tail hand.
---
That wasn’t terrible, I guess. Now Oscar is singing that he loves trash. And go…
---
It’s raining in my office. No, it’s not leaking, there is a tiny atmospheric disturbance above me which is raining tiny, room temperature drops on me. I’m scurrying about, trying to cover books, throwing papers out into the hallway, throwing a box over my computer so it won’t get ruined.
How said that we live in such a day and age. It rains indoors and the first thing we think is to save our stuff.
I’ve changed my mind. I don’t care about the things being ruined, I’m just tilting my head back, ready to taste the sweet, magical water.
But it’s already stopped.
---
Hmmm…
Barenaked Ladies sang a live version of “The Old Apartment.”
Lemme try one or two more, while Django Reinhardt places some old song from 1928.
---
A Poem For My Cat
Hey, get the fuck off of me, oww, oww, stop it, oww, why are you doing this? I am *so* going to throw you in the shower.
Fuck fuck fuck.
No, you cannot have a treat.
---
Okay, I was going to delete it, but I’m just typing what comes into my head, and for that I most humbly apologize. One more, while Tex Ritter sings “Do Not Forsake Me, Oh My Darling,” the theme from “High Noon”
---
Well, we’re in Illinois, what did he expect?
I thought putting him in a Gremlin, jamming a brick on the accelerator, and firing a flare into the open hatchback would count as Viking funeral.
Yes, Officer, it was his Gremlin.
---
That’s a lot like my vampire one, no?
Maybe there’s something there, trying to get out.
Okay, time to shower and get ready for work.
Hopefully I’ll have “Courthouse Ho’s” done soon.
Have fun, kids. Be back by midnight.
benjamin sTone
Urbana, Illinois
2:12 pm
CURRENT MUSIC: Bizet’s “The Flower Duet,” sung by Charlotte Church
CURRENT BOOK: Still the Da Vinci Code. It’s not that I’m a slow reader, it’s that I haven’t had time. And it isn’t engrossing me.
LAST MOVIE: “The Devil’s Backbone” by Guillermo del Toro
Yeah, yeah...
May. 27th, 2004 11:16 pmMore real writing later, I worked 12 hours today, then Sara’s train to Chicago (she and her family are going to Michigan for 4 days) was two hours late, so I got home about 9:30pm…after leaving at 5:30am.
Anyway, in spirit of the last post, here’s a poem written back in September for friend Mary:
"All The Boys Love Mary Margaret"
a new poem by me
All the boys love Mary Margaret
And she loves all the boys
But none of them are right for her
And some just love her "toys"
But Mary Margaret keeps to looking
For that perfect man
And meanwhile she just spends her time
A cutie comics fan
G’night for now…more later…
benjamin sTone
Urbana, Illinois
Last Movie: He’s a Woman, She’s a Man (Hong Kong film)
Current Music: Pet Shop Boys, “Miracles”
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Anyway, in spirit of the last post, here’s a poem written back in September for friend Mary:
"All The Boys Love Mary Margaret"
a new poem by me
All the boys love Mary Margaret
And she loves all the boys
But none of them are right for her
And some just love her "toys"
But Mary Margaret keeps to looking
For that perfect man
And meanwhile she just spends her time
A cutie comics fan
G’night for now…more later…
benjamin sTone
Urbana, Illinois
Last Movie: He’s a Woman, She’s a Man (Hong Kong film)
Current Music: Pet Shop Boys, “Miracles”
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A TOAST TO ASSHOLES!
May. 23rd, 2004 02:27 amFor a very dear friend of mine, who is less than happy with somebody right now, and for me, who is less than happy with somebody as well. I wrote it in 30 seconds. It’s not polished, it’s perfect:
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A Toast To Assholes!
As I lift this cup of gin,
To those who will not see their sin,
A toast to all the thick and dim,
Whose cream was taken, left with skim,
I pray they know, as I raise this glass,
In time they'll get it in the ass.
*CLINK*
(c) benjamin sTone 2004
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A Toast To Assholes!
As I lift this cup of gin,
To those who will not see their sin,
A toast to all the thick and dim,
Whose cream was taken, left with skim,
I pray they know, as I raise this glass,
In time they'll get it in the ass.
*CLINK*
(c) benjamin sTone 2004
Tokyoscope Stirs A Memory
May. 12th, 2004 12:15 amI'm reading a book right now called TOKYOSCOPE: The Japanese Cult Film Companion. As many of you know, I'm ridiculously forgetful. I often forget important things, like my name, whether or not I've eaten today, and if those are my legs.
So when I read a few paragraphs and some event from a dozen years ago flashes into my head, you can see why it might have some small impact. In any event, as I always like to say, "Enjoy or don't." Now here's my self-indulgent poem for your enjoyement.
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HEDORAH
It was
Godzilla
vs.
The Smog Monster
vs.
Brian.
In a hotel, in a strange city, on a show-choir trip, two adolescent urges at war.
On the television, The Smog Monster attacked innocents
Acid burning them to bleached bones.
In the room, I try to decide if Brian is too "cool" for me.
If what happened before, my loss of innocence
Had merely been a small town convenience for him.
I once made the mistake, when several others commented about a girl,
Of saying,
"Well, Brian likes boys, too."
I thought this was normal.
I saw no reason to be shy.
He winced, and raised his finger to his lips,
Shhhhhhhhh.
And so, in my head, giant monsters battle Brian.
Which do I want to see more?
When he leaves the room, will I follow him or the plot?
In the end, I did not pay enough attention to either.
I missed most of the movie.
I missed most of Brian.
Years later I read about the making of the film in a book.
It was a product of the times, full of '60's madness, a heavy-handed environmental message, and it dripped with psychadelic imagery.
Go-go dancing.
Bumbling military men.
Political commentary.
A cult hit.
I remember none of this.
Lesson learned.
I will rent the movie.
I will watch the movie.
And as I watch it, I will repeat to myself:
Boys come and go.
Giant monsters are forever.
benjamin sTone
Urbana, Illinois
12:10am, 05/12/04
Current Music: "Church" by Lyle Lovett
Current Book: God forgive me, it's THE DA VINCI CODE
Current Movie: About to watch OUR LADY OF THE ASSASSINS
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So when I read a few paragraphs and some event from a dozen years ago flashes into my head, you can see why it might have some small impact. In any event, as I always like to say, "Enjoy or don't." Now here's my self-indulgent poem for your enjoyement.
--- --- --- --- --- ---
HEDORAH
It was
Godzilla
vs.
The Smog Monster
vs.
Brian.
In a hotel, in a strange city, on a show-choir trip, two adolescent urges at war.
On the television, The Smog Monster attacked innocents
Acid burning them to bleached bones.
In the room, I try to decide if Brian is too "cool" for me.
If what happened before, my loss of innocence
Had merely been a small town convenience for him.
I once made the mistake, when several others commented about a girl,
Of saying,
"Well, Brian likes boys, too."
I thought this was normal.
I saw no reason to be shy.
He winced, and raised his finger to his lips,
Shhhhhhhhh.
And so, in my head, giant monsters battle Brian.
Which do I want to see more?
When he leaves the room, will I follow him or the plot?
In the end, I did not pay enough attention to either.
I missed most of the movie.
I missed most of Brian.
Years later I read about the making of the film in a book.
It was a product of the times, full of '60's madness, a heavy-handed environmental message, and it dripped with psychadelic imagery.
Go-go dancing.
Bumbling military men.
Political commentary.
A cult hit.
I remember none of this.
Lesson learned.
I will rent the movie.
I will watch the movie.
And as I watch it, I will repeat to myself:
Boys come and go.
Giant monsters are forever.
benjamin sTone
Urbana, Illinois
12:10am, 05/12/04
Current Music: "Church" by Lyle Lovett
Current Book: God forgive me, it's THE DA VINCI CODE
Current Movie: About to watch OUR LADY OF THE ASSASSINS
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Useless things...
Apr. 9th, 2004 08:37 amWhile I wait to shit better things out of my head, you can have these:
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In retrospect, I should have made absolutely certain he was a vampire before I drove a stake through his heart, cut off his head, stuffed garlic in his mouth, and set his body alight.
In the subway.
Naked.
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Here I sit
In jeans too tight
In a polyester shirt
That makes me sweat
Dreaming of how I want
You to want me.
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And dedicated to my friend Tatiana, whom I’ve never met, something that fell out of my brain while I was sitting at the keyboard a few days ago, inspired by something she said:
Either Tatiana’s brain is too big
Or her head is too small.
These things are hard to tell.
But in the grand scheme of things
The source of the problem is not important,
Merely that the problem exists.
And that problem is that Tatiana has a huge brain.
Or a small skull.
But we have been down this road before,
When we were younger,
More attractive,
And thin.
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Look, nowhere does it say that I’m contractually obligated to give you good shit every time I send one of these bastard things out.
More later,
benjamin sTone
Urbana, Illinois
8:35am
Last Movie: AS TEARS GO BY (Wong Kar Wai flick I’ve seen three times)
Current Book: still HOUSE OF LEAVES
Current Music: “Loom of the Land” Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds
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In retrospect, I should have made absolutely certain he was a vampire before I drove a stake through his heart, cut off his head, stuffed garlic in his mouth, and set his body alight.
In the subway.
Naked.
---
Here I sit
In jeans too tight
In a polyester shirt
That makes me sweat
Dreaming of how I want
You to want me.
---
And dedicated to my friend Tatiana, whom I’ve never met, something that fell out of my brain while I was sitting at the keyboard a few days ago, inspired by something she said:
Either Tatiana’s brain is too big
Or her head is too small.
These things are hard to tell.
But in the grand scheme of things
The source of the problem is not important,
Merely that the problem exists.
And that problem is that Tatiana has a huge brain.
Or a small skull.
But we have been down this road before,
When we were younger,
More attractive,
And thin.
---
Look, nowhere does it say that I’m contractually obligated to give you good shit every time I send one of these bastard things out.
More later,
benjamin sTone
Urbana, Illinois
8:35am
Last Movie: AS TEARS GO BY (Wong Kar Wai flick I’ve seen three times)
Current Book: still HOUSE OF LEAVES
Current Music: “Loom of the Land” Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds
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benjamin speaks: compositemolecules@yahoogroups.com
everybody responds: dead-horse@yahoogroups.com
Also available online at: http://www.livejournal.com/users/benchilada/
...yeah, it's been a little while...
Anyway...
First of all, go here: http://www.fanta.dk/showmovie.asp?mid=24F264FD-1D7E-4A35-A417-E804BEAEB879 (For those of you who only read the LiveJournal version of my stuff, CompositeMolecules is the name of the YahooGroup of my writings, etc.)
Then I’d like to give you one of the most interesting and fabulous things I’ve found on the internet in a very long time. And that’s saying a goddamn lot:
http://www.jet-daisuke.com
If you want to download the song, you can go to http://jet-daisuke.com/everybodywants2barobot.m3u
I strongly encourage you all to give me feedback about this piece, or send your responses to the Dead Horse community (dead-horse@yahoogroups.com) to discuss. This guy needs to hear feedback so he knows that there’s demand – even here in America – for his work. Jeez, I’ve been playing the song on repeat forever and it’s not getting old. But I am.
Look, I’ve written you a haiku:
Now that spring is here
Who wants to be a robot?
Everybody.
Look, I’ve written you another one:
Like a surprise frost
An e-mail from benjamin.
Do I give a shit?
I’m feeling feisty tonight, so hopefully I’ll send you guys something genuinely useful later on tonight.
For now, I’m gonna go finish watching the Japanese film LAUNDRY and doing the American clothes laundry.
benjamin
Urbana
8:13pm
Last Movie: Watching LAUNDRY (kicking my ass), watched THE STONE READER last night (kicked my ass)
Current Book: still HOUSE OF LEAVES
Current Music: Guess.
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benjamin writes: compositemolecules@yahoogroups.com
everybody responds: dead-horse@yahoogroups.com
Also available online at: http://www.livejournal.com/users/benchilada/
Anyway...
First of all, go here: http://www.fanta.dk/showmovie.asp?mid=24F264FD-1D7E-4A35-A417-E804BEAEB879 (For those of you who only read the LiveJournal version of my stuff, CompositeMolecules is the name of the YahooGroup of my writings, etc.)
Then I’d like to give you one of the most interesting and fabulous things I’ve found on the internet in a very long time. And that’s saying a goddamn lot:
http://www.jet-daisuke.com
If you want to download the song, you can go to http://jet-daisuke.com/everybodywants2barobot.m3u
I strongly encourage you all to give me feedback about this piece
Look, I’ve written you a haiku:
Now that spring is here
Who wants to be a robot?
Everybody.
Look, I’ve written you another one:
Like a surprise frost
An e-mail from benjamin.
Do I give a shit?
I’m feeling feisty tonight, so hopefully I’ll send you guys something genuinely useful later on tonight.
For now, I’m gonna go finish watching the Japanese film LAUNDRY and doing the American clothes laundry.
benjamin
Urbana
8:13pm
Last Movie: Watching LAUNDRY (kicking my ass), watched THE STONE READER last night (kicked my ass)
Current Book: still HOUSE OF LEAVES
Current Music: Guess.
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benjamin writes: compositemolecules@yahoogroups.com
Also available online at: http://www.livejournal.com/users/benchilada/
