Horton-Scorton
Bluelighter
1. Jack told me that the only way around was to go at it real fast.
Well, that's true. Seen a lot from the both of yall - well that's all of the past anyhow, should have shook half my ideas, ten years back. I can see that shit and smell the gin in jacks car. Like Tuesday, it's so clear, yeah and it was 21 years ago. You bet it was. Goddamn stench sticks around. Memory - that there is a funny one.
Then my knees got the better of me and my fingers bled over the snow. And there were no signs directing me which way to go.
And to the 90s and beyond, I advise through alltimes crankgear eyes tearing up, this simple truism: Young ones look out. LSD is dead! Extra extra, read all about IT!!!
2. Me and Suzy try to forget. What happened was gonna happen. All we know is the how anymore. How to get A and avoid B, at great expense if needed. All we claim to know is the why, the cosmic schemes, yet blood and bleeding have ruined momentarily my perfect illusion of analytic mastery and I start to say under October breath, oh yes I am the cockroach not the shaman the poet the comic the lover. Wow, what a discovery! blink sniff scratch gurning pace eye games touch jump curse sweat. Soon I will forget the lesson, the angels light flooding my cave so clear and pointed, but I swear, and this too, lord, will fade away, unlike buddy holly in love, truth covering his flesh like fur, fade even with concentration.
Then both of us smoke rapidly, channeling the lurking side of nature, scattered and bugged like hyenas or vultures. The great bestial face. We, or at least she, cuz I only see her, after all, well she has a set of eyes fixed and tuned like antennas. Almost as soon as the stringed psychic connect ferments, hatches, etc. I start suspecting she has been thinking I was no good there on the field, with the...hammer I think... and i was worse yet out here and she could be saying to her self, suzy - in her golden mind, well, this tweeker is gonna rat me out personally, and I could maybe be disposed of like old old milk. So I go say it.
Say what?
The truth! 63723116372411 the big nameless, Suzy.
She goes, baby I love you.
I go yeah? Love? You are one fox tangled cunning lil femme fatale American daddy's girl hooker edges lit fake eyed lyin lyin fucking lying tweeeeeeker....understand girl, get that dog? What's more antennas bloom from your eye grays like soul stirring up post dead by thirst killed dog all subtle green and shaky. Tell me what you think about it. What are you gathering to do regards me and my...part?
Nothing but care and do you even know you did everything.
Bullshit cunt. You beat him half to death before I even raised a hand. I aint Cain, I am a copycat.
Let's love out in the van.
Later I shoot up glass again, which is almost a good reason why I am checkmate bladder to limb to social scene. Checkmate to the friend I once thought was a party thing. Until I pulled a saw down shotgun on a rave bunch in Austin and they went wahwahnonogodwhywasnnncrycry with their naked scared dog eyes. Apparently I threatened to castrate a young man in a popular band and after sense was restored by Theodore I left with my gun and the party scene has yet to witness my big return.
Then Suzy, posted up in the car with me, says fuck me, fuck me, fuck me.
I tell her I can't get hard, I'm just gonna mess with tape recorders, actually I dont even say the last part I just am right here tampering with my tapes.
She says pouting we can at least try.
Why elaborate. I berate her, give her a nasty speech leaves her sobbing calling out for her mother who molested her and is also dead. We are in my car, and I have removed back seats. I eat one bite of an old BLT then I smear her face on the glassy carpet.
I know I will talk a lot, many more days, talk about my plans and the mechanics of the dual apocalypse universe and about what I hate and movies and bugs and speed, but...
I haven't had anything to say in four years.
I just want to give you head, is her response.
Well, that's true. Seen a lot from the both of yall - well that's all of the past anyhow, should have shook half my ideas, ten years back. I can see that shit and smell the gin in jacks car. Like Tuesday, it's so clear, yeah and it was 21 years ago. You bet it was. Goddamn stench sticks around. Memory - that there is a funny one.
Then my knees got the better of me and my fingers bled over the snow. And there were no signs directing me which way to go.
And to the 90s and beyond, I advise through alltimes crankgear eyes tearing up, this simple truism: Young ones look out. LSD is dead! Extra extra, read all about IT!!!
2. Me and Suzy try to forget. What happened was gonna happen. All we know is the how anymore. How to get A and avoid B, at great expense if needed. All we claim to know is the why, the cosmic schemes, yet blood and bleeding have ruined momentarily my perfect illusion of analytic mastery and I start to say under October breath, oh yes I am the cockroach not the shaman the poet the comic the lover. Wow, what a discovery! blink sniff scratch gurning pace eye games touch jump curse sweat. Soon I will forget the lesson, the angels light flooding my cave so clear and pointed, but I swear, and this too, lord, will fade away, unlike buddy holly in love, truth covering his flesh like fur, fade even with concentration.
Then both of us smoke rapidly, channeling the lurking side of nature, scattered and bugged like hyenas or vultures. The great bestial face. We, or at least she, cuz I only see her, after all, well she has a set of eyes fixed and tuned like antennas. Almost as soon as the stringed psychic connect ferments, hatches, etc. I start suspecting she has been thinking I was no good there on the field, with the...hammer I think... and i was worse yet out here and she could be saying to her self, suzy - in her golden mind, well, this tweeker is gonna rat me out personally, and I could maybe be disposed of like old old milk. So I go say it.
Say what?
The truth! 63723116372411 the big nameless, Suzy.
She goes, baby I love you.
I go yeah? Love? You are one fox tangled cunning lil femme fatale American daddy's girl hooker edges lit fake eyed lyin lyin fucking lying tweeeeeeker....understand girl, get that dog? What's more antennas bloom from your eye grays like soul stirring up post dead by thirst killed dog all subtle green and shaky. Tell me what you think about it. What are you gathering to do regards me and my...part?
Nothing but care and do you even know you did everything.
Bullshit cunt. You beat him half to death before I even raised a hand. I aint Cain, I am a copycat.
Let's love out in the van.
Later I shoot up glass again, which is almost a good reason why I am checkmate bladder to limb to social scene. Checkmate to the friend I once thought was a party thing. Until I pulled a saw down shotgun on a rave bunch in Austin and they went wahwahnonogodwhywasnnncrycry with their naked scared dog eyes. Apparently I threatened to castrate a young man in a popular band and after sense was restored by Theodore I left with my gun and the party scene has yet to witness my big return.
Then Suzy, posted up in the car with me, says fuck me, fuck me, fuck me.
I tell her I can't get hard, I'm just gonna mess with tape recorders, actually I dont even say the last part I just am right here tampering with my tapes.
She says pouting we can at least try.
Why elaborate. I berate her, give her a nasty speech leaves her sobbing calling out for her mother who molested her and is also dead. We are in my car, and I have removed back seats. I eat one bite of an old BLT then I smear her face on the glassy carpet.
I know I will talk a lot, many more days, talk about my plans and the mechanics of the dual apocalypse universe and about what I hate and movies and bugs and speed, but...
I haven't had anything to say in four years.
I just want to give you head, is her response.
