Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

I have a gift--if you can call it that--for seeing people's flaws. It is the first thing I see. I am annoyed by everyone. I know exactly what to say to them to make them cry to themselves. And here--at the turtle refuge. With all these 20 something travelers. and the Nu age hippy crap--hippy yuppies. the Japanese girl sleeping with the owner. The loud pot head with dread locks named stew--the fake "love"--that oozes out from their smelly armpits and other stink and smell centers of the body. Then their is me with a black eye and swollen face. A busted out bridge(two missing teeth as result--front teeth.). The evil man--the drunk--the guy that just "can't chill man.

"what is your chinese horoscope sign?" asks nu age smell love ass hole to the Japanese girl.

"oh I do not know."

"well when were you born?" she tells him when.

"well at least your not a piesee's's." says smell love and his mohowcked friend with the bone shoved through his ear laughs--oh yah at least not a pisses's--ha ha ha....

and the smell smell love man is yelling everything--and tells the Japanese girl she has pretty hair--"oh thanks?" says the Japanese girl.

I am brooding with my swollen face--hate is my ora--hate is my ora you hippy fake fucks. the whistling--the sharing of food--vegetarian of course. the yelling--the yelling the pot.

"want ta go smoke some of the green plant stuff that makes us act all funny?" asks smell smell to his little friend--a very clever code wording there I think to myself--I am out of my element here. I am too fucking mean and sarcastic. I am cynical--I see their flaws and their lies and I see that they are not what they preach.

How did I get the black eye i have been asked. i was a drunk, and yelling and then I got smacked--I think I probably deserved it.

but that is aside from the fact--I am on morphine for pain--I am sleeping not that well and all theses fake annoying fuckers and dumb girls getting picked up by someone asking what there fucking sign is??

And if god would come down--most likely dressed in a nice suit with short conservative hair cut and leather shoes with a cheese burger for me and some fries for himself and a shake-- he'd say kill the bastards--but god is a harsh man. God is always harshing on folk's buzzes.

But I can see my self with jesus God's son--we share a birth day--dec. 25--and yah I know that technically that is not true and it is just a day set out by big corporations. but fuckers you like getting shit don't you. anyway me and jesus would drink some whiskey and I would bullshit him in to fixing my face and then we'd go out to the bars and with jejus around you don't got to worry about fucking money--daddy is god right? so free drinks--jesus is just bad with the ladies is all--all this shit about not using his powers to pick up--a little to principled jesus I tell him--he tells me that is the way he's always been--we get to talking and he'd tell me I should;d lighten up on the fucks in the hostel and that the are all really probably fine people and i should like them and I would say

FINE FOR CHRIST SAKE!!!


geoff

I have a gift--if you can call it that--for seeing people's flaws.

Yes you have the eye of a little god.

They say in real estate it is all about lacation location location. So I wonder why you post this here. I say to myself that it is fiction. Creative you know a figment of your imagination. It really did not happen. It would be different if it is on the Snippet Board. But as Kesey says "if it did not happen it could of" (paraphrase from memory)

Pardon the typos and miss spellings. I like to open a text box Geoff, open it and let it rip. Yes I will never have the problems of a mid list author cause I will never make it as a writer.

Oh I had ego trips about it, but litchicks cured me off that. I used to love how you used to get those Buddhist pricks on litkicks foaming at the mouth by the way. I love Buddhists pricks, they are so much better than Christian pricks, so much less violent, but they talk the walk sometimes just like a Jesus freak.

Well I hope this did not happen Geoff. If it did then you may need help if you did not learn a lesson. But we all could use some counseling I suppose. Me I have always been a happy drunk.

You know it is a bitch being young sometimes even if you don't have the withered penis of an old man.

Take care
and keep on writing
it is good for me to read you.


Sorry geoff
did not mean to get personal
Man you think lsd gives you weird visions
Blood sugar may be the ultimate trip
Just woke from another nightmare
Something about my nephew
I would like to get him a guitar for your birthday
He used to love music.
Hang onto the writing Geoff
The typos and miss spellings do not bother me
as long as the structure of the story flows. I typed this out with my own fingers just for you. Meanwhile keep on writing.



Belief & Technique for Modern Prose-- Jack Kerouac

13. Remove literary, grammatical and syntactical inhibition

15. Telling the true story of the world in interior monolog

16. The jewel center of interest is the eye within the eye

17. Write in recollection and amazement for yourself

18. Work from pithy middle eye out, swimming in language sea

19, Accept loss forever

20. Believe in the holy contour of life

21 Struggle to sketch the flow that already exists intact in mind

24. No fear or shame in the dignity of yr experience, language & knowledge

28. Composing wild, undisciplined, pure coming in from under, crazier the better.

thanks I gues still--what did you mean "and did not learn anything from it"?

that I should stop drinking I guess--yah I should--but fuck I am not moaning about it anymore--A girl who I wwrite email's to and she writes back from back home wrote me an email the other day--it was an email of what she was thinking while she masterbated at the computer--she called it "e-rotica"--I asked her if she had really writen it while masterbating and she said yes, and that she felt sick--I wrote back that I was not feeling well due to being smacked in the face--she wrote back that she hoped I was alright and that she had to go for icecream--I wrote thanks for the concern and --she wrote back no problem and how did I get the fucked up face--I wrote back that I was in debt and could not pay my dealer back for the smack I was takeing--that i WAS A junky and that I was thinking about castarteing myself--why did I write this lie? I was thinking because she said she wrote me an email while masterbating--which was a lie no doubt about it--I felt bad so I sent her this story that you have replied to, hopeing that it would clear up the notion that I was a junky and was dope sick even with the T-3's

geoff

I keep adding one and one together and gitting 3

I been thinking about this quote from Frank Zappa.

Look, just because you have got that fuckin' thing between
your legs it doesn't make any diference. If a girl does
something stupid I am going to call her just as I would a
guy.

I know less about women than I do about Zen.

Not to change the subject but on my reply to you about Reg.
I think "Back off" was a poor word choice.

That sounds too radical

More better
would have been "back on out of there"

Are the stories connected? Or just my quirky little monkee brain adding one and one and getting fourty two.

...born in the year of the monkey--
scorpio according to the stars....

i don't bathe as often as i should
(laziness, not principle)
i don't deodorize as often as i should
(laziness, not principle)
i don't think i'm less shallow out of
laziness, not principle

i am a vegetarian
born out of vanity
and converted to reality
creaturely rights
equitable food sharing
debt reduction
environmentalism
apocatastasis

i talk to Jesus
like the dirty vegetarian
i am

i talk to Jesus
like pseudo-Darwin's monkey child
like pseudo-sexy scorpion

i talk to Jesus
born out of vanity (laziness, not principle)
and converted to righteousness

and i try to be sorry
and repent
from my fuck-yous to the world

i talk to Jesus
apoctatastasis