:: Porkchop Serum ::

:: Saturday, May 10, 2003 ::

You pose no questions that I have not already answered. Endless posts are however devoted to understand why one of us has been repeatedly pulled up into the dark blue canopy by the sadness monkeys for weeks on end, leaving me to find solace in misunderstood ghetto bards. My tracker party is slow and prone to bouts of vicious competative homoeroticism. Despite much time spent evading their advances, all three are top notch and routinely find traces of the sullen Matt-Giraffe. Glossy printouts of my mind-mazes and levity-formulas encrusted in tears and excrement. The Fag-squad taunts and derides my focused attempts to find the M-G. "Letsth go into that pretty cave and play grab assth" Alone, perched high above the forest floor and the galavanting hog-smokers, I continue to gather my mental froth and set it adriift amongst the oozing current of Slothbirds, hoarding my tranq-darts for the inevitable encounter.

I cannot craft, yet can be crafted. An old man, a young warrior and a flock of musical swan reside in my skull-orb. They talk and squawk according to a schedule of such metaphysical randomness that any attempt to drag a Sandy-comb through them always results in broken teeth. All I can do is wait till they awake and rally.

:: sandy 2:16 AM [+] ::
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Why you all up in my business like you flip the switches and bruise the sluice gate of your curly butter lobes!!??? Methinks you cuddle with your grey matter too much. In the vomitorium you rest, listless for hours. Draping your swollen carcass on Pater's triclinium. Do you even feed msr brain anymore or instead accidentally shift your weight on top and giggle at its gasps and clutches. What a little monster you are, lost in a game between you and yourself while Lifecrackers and DreamDrops ride on the bus past your house. They chat and play cards waiting for you to arrive, but you're never at the stop.

Check out a post I made back 4/30. Uncle Pig was asked to pull a story from the slop and I found a partially masticated rind of some sort. Will that do?

Yes, in LaLa I was for the past couple days. Gallavanting around in my fun little rental car, unravelling the parsecs of pavements that overlay LA like a loose quilt. Only a few notable pieces to take home. Malibu, from what i saw is heavenly. Rolling naked hills butt right up against endless miles of beach. Incredibly complex and misshapen dwellings impaled onto the sides of impossibly steep and crowded cliffsides. Another adventure,on the way home from an Anahiem Angels games I just decided to go to, was born from my obviously overestimated knowledge of LA streets. I exited off of the 5 onto Rosecrans Ave which I KNEW was one of the crossstreets near my Doubletree. Unfortunately, I did not realise that Rosecrans ran the entire length of LA, east to west, therefore I spent a good extra half hour to fourty five minutes traversing LA through areas that perhaps one should not visit at night. I said to myself, "damn these houses look just like the ones in Friday" My musing were confirmed when upon my approach to an intersection, I glanced at the large street sign which said, "ROSECRANS AVE" and below in smaller print, "CITY OF COMPTON". " ooooohh shhiiiiit" I exhaled slowly and quietly. Perhaps whiteboy in dressclothes driving bright red rental car would be a tasty morsel for the Ghost of Easy E. But I did not speed up. I took it in and soon came to the conclusion that either Tuesday nights are slow or I'm not really in the heart of COOOMMPP TTOOONN COOOOMMP TOOOOOON. Anyway, I made it back and vowed never again to disrespect Mapquest like that again.

Made a trip down to San Diego to visit M who within a month or so will be officially transplanted from Boston to SD. I had already made an attempt to go down on tuesday only to learn about 40 miles outside of SD that she couldn't do anything that night. Which kinda struck me personally in that I really value my friendship with Meredith. I mean, we rarely have much opportunity to talk these days what with her up in Mass and also suffering from a terminal case of Noncorresponditis, but I still think that those couple of years in college we became pretty good friends and I've still maintained contact with her through email or physically when i went up to Boston. So when she waved me off I kinda felt sick about it although honestly my plan was to start driving down unless I heard otherwise, it just took a while before I got the word. And to turn around so close after coming so far, I felt kinda shitty. But, I had been planning to go to a Angels game anyway that night before I heard from M so i did that anyway.

Wed afternoon I checked with her beforehand and again received some static, complaints that the weather was bad. "What the fuck!?" I asked and summoned some rare aggressiveness when it comes to her and convinced her that my coming down would push the clouds away, which I did. I met her current bf who seems really chill and it struck me how utterly opposite he was from D. Shorter and much more low key. Someone who wasn't exactly passive but instead would be more malleable in her hands that DR would ever be. A good time was had. Fish tacos that rocked the BAcos were consumed. Shark and Wahoo. I recommend the Wahoo fo SHIZZLE my NIZZZLE. Turn right off of Sunset Cliffs onto Newport and head all the way down. its on the left. I forget the name. A must visit.

Perhaps the fact that she was only in SD for a short time before heading back to Mass to pack up and was a chance for her to see Rod was the reason for the static. Then again, the dynamic btw her and I has always been a little weird.(I always overanalyze the correspondense, the pauses between responses, trying to model her thought processes but when we're together in person, we get along swimmingly like no time has passed between WM and now.. but is she just being nice? thoughts like this kill me. ) Maybe it's just me and the remnents of 98. Oh those were good times and hard times. Her insight into that period during my last visit with her up in Boston was crushing..."You never did anything!!" I so wanted to try and rationalise it with her..."But But would have you responded? weren't you always into Dan?" but in the end I realise the futulity. I will never know and events unfolded as there are recounted in history books. never to change or be reexamined. They just are. A lesson for the ages.. never hesitate.

A busy busy two-ish days with many memories. Solo treks stimulate the mind. I highly recommend to everyone.

Dear Jesus-Braid, please carve more details into your forehead-canvas. I can only make out the words, "Minnesota" and "DC" and "career" and "choice". Please connects these word cities with aquaducts of rationale and emotion. plunge deep into your thought-gut and spill more out onto the pavement.

:: sandy 11:34 PM [+] ::
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I will slip and slide on your large intestines.. tonight

:: sandy 6:27 PM [+] ::
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