Lives wasted
none gifted
parsimonious love
lavish self-indulgence
nothing else matters
excepting this pursuit
for my amusement

scorching conjecture
amalgamating my skull
covered in ointment
the essence of fruit
culled from your clutch
these appendages

emasculating whores
to osculate a scrotum
experiencing God

He never does anything I tell him to do.

He never listens to me, and won’t listen to the needs of my friends and neighbors when they visit.

You’re actually lucky to find him, as he always goes on vacation. This one has taken more days of vacation than any servant I’ve ever had.

I think he’s stealing books from my library, but oddly, only the ones that have anything to do with science. Weird!

I sometimes catch him listening to my phone calls, and much worse, looking over my shoulder whenever I browse the web. Why can’t he mind his own business?

I even caught him stealing money from my safe. It wouldn’t bother me so much if he needed it, but he carelessly spends it on toys… for HIM, not his kids, oh heck no.

He doesn’t take care of his children, doesn’t spend money on their education, and doesn’t take care of them when they’re sick.

As for his father? He completely ignores him, and it’s so sad because he’s a war veteran. He deserves better but my servant refuses to take care of him when he’s sick and won’t even buy him meds (though he took his father’s rifle and spends plenty of money on ammo when he goes out hunting, killing animals that never attacked him.)

As for his mother? Whenever they’re on the phone he orders her around in a condescending way, makes it seem like she doesn’t have ownership over her own body. She’s capable of driving a car but he took away her keys. Her driving instructor says she passed her test with flying colors but my servant told her “I’ll be the judge of that.”

He only seems to think of himself and his own interests. Without asking me, he has destroyed most of my garden to make room for an addition (an extension to his living quarters behind the house.)

On garbage nights, I frequently catch him tossing all the trash on what little vegetation remains in my backyard! Nothing can grow there now. Whenever we’re hungry, we need to leave the neighborhood to shop (which angers him because the further we are from home, the more “evil” he says people are.)

He always tells me the word of Jesus but never practices what he preaches.

He’s very racist and has a short temper. Whenever you disagree with him, he’ll throw punches at you instead of trying to see your side of the argument.

Our neighboring township is a very nice place, but it’s a mixed neighborhood. My servant says anyone who lives there is a “terrorist” and can’t be trusted. He has all kinds of prejudices.

Whenever I leave the room I hear him bashing my gay friends (if he only knew that most of his friends are gay.) He says being gay is breaking God’s law, and claims to talk to God at least once a day. He’s very big on law, especially God’s law.

But when HIS friends break the law, he rewards them!

I need a servant who listens to me when we disagree, allows me my privacy, keeps my money safe, practices what he preaches, doesn’t take so much vacation, takes care of his parents, friends, and family, spends time with his children, actually talks to my neighbors and guests, doesn’t fear people who are different, treats women with respect, has tolerance for gays, and for the love of God, actually WORKS!

Yup. I think I’m going to fire him.

In fact, yesterday….

behind his back….

I hired a new one.

everyman – Stairwell Ascension – added 10/25/2008
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The inevitable covers the sun and forever is cold. Emptiness is a reality which can only be ignored verbally, but yours is mine, and his is hers, and it loops back within the black hole lacking forgiveness.

Climbing the rope with my mind, the hands physically turn the last page, the end of everything.

Or the beginning of nothing.

The blade proved only one good thing; pain & destruction are very real. A reminder of life, or being alive which is a considerably separate notion.

Remove the pain, remove the self. A favor to everyone (and no one.) Try as you may, you cannot kill an idea, but you should kill its body. Evolution makes it increasingly immune, like a virus, a dangerous threat to its own species and way of life. George Romero says we are the zombies, billions weakly standing by, mute, watching an immoral and unethical castration of a society performed by a stronger few, as if to say “me next! me next!” Or is it “me! me! me?”

Switching to vertical fears and accepting them. Bury & resurrect. The Phoenix never rose from the ashes but a rose grew from its grave. A black immortal rose, for the dark cloud is eternal.

This is not art.

You own your opinions, attitudes, feelings, and actions.

I’m tired of people who constantly whine and don’t DO! If there is a problem, stop complaining and fix it.

If you have time to bitch, then you are lacking imagination. Sorry. You don’t have a creative fucking bone in your body and you need to get a life. You need to get over yourself because you are NOT that important. Stop worrying about yourself and do something. Stop worrying about me. Stop worrying about everyone else. Do something, you fucking lazy boring waste of humanity. Take advantage of what little time you have left to enjoy your life experience, and stop ruining everyone else’s.

You need to hear that. Take heed, or get the fuck away from me and waste someone else’s time with your whining, I’m sure they’ll appreciate it. Or they’ll join your parade and you can bitch together until one of you dies, then the other can bitch about how unfair life is, wouldn’t that would be wonderful? The one who died will be better off no longer having to deal with you.
To bitch is to burden. Shared knowledge is shared workload. To fix your fire is freedom’s desire.
Life is too short for me to give a shit what you think.

I’m so sick of whining, I’m sick of people making themselves sick from all the whining they do, I’m sick seeing myself whining right now!

I’m done.

Hope to see you all at that place, wherever it is, where I hope I’m doing stuff.

More doing stuff

Less drama

Please

Frass Accolades is C. Randolph. C. from 9 Volt Haunted House and Nick Traenkner (MC of the Literary Cafe poetry readings.) Lots of effects laden drone with unintelligible spoken word. You gotta love these guys. I think of them as the Frank Zappa of the Cleveland noise scene. The audio is really half the experience as these guys break into theatrics which mend the mind and unsettle the soul. Wish I could have seen this one in person, but oh well.

Thanks again, as always, to Ryan Kuehn for recording this set for us late-comers and no-shows. I’ll soon be posting his Pedalphile set.

These sets were thankfully recorded by Ryan Kuehn of Thursday Club fame.

A heartfelt thank you to Starlie Drake (Mediaeval Baebe) for assembling this footage. Now you all can see, like flowing liquid from a stream, we were all dreaming the same dream…