the harangue - dec. 99
by: goo

     planes crashing with such frequency and new channels popping up constantly, specializing in minute things, specific and exact, I wonder if one day this will lead to an airplane crash network, focusing solely upon such and freeing up the news channels from weeks of repetition monopolizing upon a single disaster...damned itchy nose of cats and dust and whatever...bare flesh sore finger where once a blister was, makes doing this pile of dirty dishes near impossible for any event...the sun shines bright but dont be fooled by the lowly cold lurking just outside the door, winter is here folks...speed and ajax go hand in hand in Iowa...one cannot be intimate with one without the other...each day is more chaotic then the last. the world we inhabit would be unrecognizeable to those in the past. where will we be tomorrow?...the attitude of the day is mixed, yesterday was jubilent, when we think how could we ever not be happy and a day later fighting depression actively contemplating the fact of yesterday. it helps to keep the self on neutral ground but the pressing thoughts that want the bleak are still there to be fought, it's just not so possible to get to the joy right now, not alone...I can't find exactly who I am, and realize how true to my own form I am truly being in this realization...it's hard to break a bond with another, until that bond is broken and you begin to realize your the best off you've been in ages and never knew it...slim drizzle rain falling effortlessly from the grey sky, I can't remember the last time it rained and the depressed landscape it creates amid the fall and dead trees appears quite comforting and kind...damned dishes pile up non-stop, the more I do the more I use, I recommend smoking weed before a large dishwashing experience...soaking is key...I wish I'd have a flashback...learning of new drugs that have gotten around the US system of 'justice', I intend on investigating further...playing out a vampire in a live action gaming experience I wonder of the implications and look forward to giving it a whirl...the benefits of an altered view of reality upon life is a necessity for an experienced soul...the fact is, gravity does kill and I've known some victims...

...old swing gated openings in the stalled out empty hallways deep within the folds of our deepest brains recess...soul jangling situations propelling us with extreme physics inertia, enjoying the breaze as we let loose imagined control and glide with that which we can only endure...a fat gut and a crazy kook ass soon to be ex-wife (thank god) she came over the other day just to bitch at me!!!!! she is truly nuts....what experiences have you had involving the suggestions and disturbing insights of others?...terrible blank faced expressions dont do us justice when we can't find a comparable reaction until 10 minutes have passed...groping telepathy would be a mad idea and powerful afterthought if only it existed, but the fact is in any reasonably mided logician there is no such funny bird...premotive influenced subliminal atomistic harrasment placed upon your neighbors souls when the dark evil that is contained within us all admittedly leaks out in its slightest and taints your immediate surroundings....Insane mental patients have been known to run rampant and maniacal while other more subversive and generally far more sinister psychotic types are sometimes witnessed spying upon the 'normal' world, masturbating with their twisted phallaces all the while....grey haired super heros roam deserted streets in kinder 'hoods, preventing foul doings in their aged masses, a pack of old coots has been known to be a formidable force, centered upon a thousand years of shared experience, they are far from witless...

goo

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