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Ars Longa
Vita Brevis
Guilty parties.
ryan
shaun
wendy
simon
Critical evidence.
andre breton
james dickey
kafka
theodore roethke
wb yeats
sylvia
ts eliot
irvine welsh
chuck palahniuk
dostoevsky
Forensic reports.
edward gorey
man ray
simon boses
Admissions of guilt.
deadcandance
cohen
nick cave
natalie merchant
rammstein
iggy pop
Crime scenes
aurora picture show
diverseworks
theater LaB houston
voices breaking boundaries
Damning testimony.
surrealism
roller derby
exploding dog
levity
girlsarepretty
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Its that hour, the silence makes you nervous. You rearrange small things, make a pile of safety pins on a bedside table, unravel small clumps of string and lay them out on the floor so they resemble serpents dead from starvation. You realize that someone might read something into these patterns so you systematically disorganize it. If it is systematically disorganized will they be able to detect a pattern and reveal what you would conceal? You add new things to the pattern, pencil nubs, cigarette butts, and a few pieces of soft blue plastic of uncertain origin. This is not enough. You take a sheet of newspaper out of the garbage and tear it up doing your best to make sure that the sizes and shapes are random. If you are doing your best to be random, then it is highly unlikely that you are successful. Pad around the room and collect all of the newspaper, it would reveal too much. You can't throw it away they will see it in the garbage and realize that this scene has been set. And who sets a scene that is not desirous of hiding something? But I am hiding nothing, its just that they'll never believe me. They have their own agendas. Eat the shredded newspaper. Congratulate yourself on you cleverness. Remove a second piece of newspaper. Enter a pseudo-Zen state and tear the paper without thinking about the paper (there is no paper, there is no hand, all tearing is illusion). Spend an hour hiding the newspaper scraps- in the Gideon bible (Genesis 12:1), under the unwrapped soap, between the cushion and the chair. Draw the most complex geometric pattern you can on the wall in wax crayon (cerulean blue). Only you know the patterns, only you know the paths that end at doors that open on passageways that lead to vistas. No man can walk the path to which it has not been revealed. Walk over to the bed. Stand above him. Is he still sleeping?
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6:59 PM
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Freitag, Dezember 20, 2002  |
You wake up and feel it. You are face down. You can't tell what it is, but its heavy. You try and move your hands but they are restrained at the wrist. Your arms are straight out and you feel them also tied at the elbows. You shove your face into the pillow and arch your back hoping to worm your way up. You get to a half sitting pose when you feel that something is also holding your right ankle. This throws you off center and you spill onto the floor. Your face is in the carpet you are overcome by the odor of stale sweat and cigarette smoke. You know you should eat. You know you should take a shower. You know the longer you wait to try to escape the less likely you are to succeed. A roach scuttles across a dirty shirt.
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10:45 PM
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Donnerstag, Dezember 19, 2002 |
Damn monkeys stole all the mayonnaise again. How am I supposed to wash my clothes with no mayonnaise? Don't even get me started on the belt buckle issue. I hope you all are held down by a gargantuan toddler with an overflowing diaper who rubs gravel in your eyes. You fucking pseudo intellectuals make me choke down my vomit that I would love to spray all over you like so much rancid ranch dressing. Where did I leave my belt sander?
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8:55 AM
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Dienstag, Dezember 17, 2002 |
You might be a Houston native if:
1. You know all the names for interstate 45
2. You know who Mattress Mac is
3. You can curse in Spanish only you call it 'cuss'
4. All soft drinks are referred to as 'Coke'
5. You have ever driven to Mexico for prescriptions
6. You are still replacing or repairing from a flood
7. You know who has 'slime in the ice machine'
8. You remember when 'The Compaq Center' was 'The Summit'
9. You drive 70mph everywhere, all the time
10. You get nervous whenever you are out of sight of a strip center
11. You once worked for Enron or Compaq
12. You refer to Sugarland, The Woodlands, Spring, Kingwood, Pasadena, Alvin, and Humble as 'Houston'
13. You remember when 'The Westheimer Street Festival' was on Westheimer
14. You know all about 'The Oasis of Love'
15. You bring a coat or a sweater to work in June because of the a.c.
16. You've been to The Texas Livestock Show and Rodeo to see a rock concert
17. You remember when downtown, Montrose, and The Heights were cheap places to live
18. You know a Juan, Jesus, Miguel, Pham, Nguyn, or a Luong
19. You still think Houston has two newspapers
20. You call people north of Amarillo 'Yankees'
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9:50 AM
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