Saturday, June 02, 2007

There Goes The Neighborhood ("Adventures In Excess" And Other Fairy Tales To Put You To Sleep)


Rules set in contrary motion; opposition, the neck of no-man's land, remove the hyphenation and insert a space for a more feministic bend. Spell-checker don't like "feministic" and dictionary dot meant it to be like the gaffe that is activism but I meant it to be like a concatenation of "feminine" and "deterministic" and where in god's name have I been for all these weeks?? The statcounter set wonders. Wandering points at high altitudes but in short increments because submission to the supplication of two bruised lungs is compulsory; and 2.23 miles above the average ocean makes them beg. I remember the title that I thought of while traveling and it involved many bangs and it was about love or survival or both. Or maybe it was part of an advertisement, on some packaging, some red text behind the cellophane, could've been a National Weather Service announcement, or maybe something he read to me out of one of his periodicals. Hard to recall, couldn't really say now, and I mean: do you realize how much less oxygen is in the air up there? Just enough to cause a rock slide that blocks the road in my mind but so very more than enough to force a 16 hour made-for-TV highway trauma complete with tornadoes and "perform service" indicator lights and -- are you sure that shaving and getting high at the same time is really such a good idea? Hey, Criminal, I'm not judging and I'm not much for them myself; good ideas, that is, and I almost always shave in the dark, seeing with my fingers, tactile smooth. Can you spy the existentialism in this photograph?