gary larson

i've never read anything that gary larson wrote, beside the captions of his comics obviously. the single frames of his comics make me believe that gary admired concise sentences. maybe, even, long sentences with latinate words made gary uncomfortable.
if gary were a writer, i like to believe that he would be consice and 'prolific'. he was a good comic illustrator, very close to being a good writer - both 'art'.
i want to have a gary larson 'method' to writing, drawing, taking pictures, even talking to people, even eating and drinking.
i feel better about abstract ideas when they are conveyed concisely. i like abstract ideas as opposed to facts and statements. i feel that a complete, concise abstract idea is more 'whole' than 300 pages or more of facts and statements.
this is why i like 'art' and gary larson.

The Encounter

When I met Simone Desuza, I knew instantly that I would wind up hating her; nevertheless, this strong conviction I felt did not stop me from falling in love with her first.

When I met Simone Desuza she was talking wildly to a group of young professionals at a small table in the corner of a murky lounge. As they listened to Simone speak and watched her swagger no one could explain to themselves just why in the hell they adored her so much -- She was loud, brutally sarcastic, blushingly costumed, and worst of all so damn un-metropolitan -- and still they continued to pursue her. The group consisted of mostly men in promising white collars with loosened ties off a days work, and the several women in the group, though being of the surest pedigree would give side glances as their boyfriends participated eagerly with Simone.

The girls apparently were of some regal status some where out on the Island, and they could not help but to silently stammer when Simone refused to play ball. She ran the court, praising some remarks and tearing down others, and when she teased her men, the other girls hardly refrained from thanking her.

Right as I braved myself to enter the roiling caucus the first words shouted to me by Simone was 

"Why you're a lil' one aint'cha?" This initiated some laughter among the group and was followed by a reposed 'welcome to the party' sigh. This is when I knew I would hate her, but she was fresh and it captured me.

"One cannot help but to feel small next to you, the name is Simone?" I asked, giving my hand to her which she took and held to study.

"You won't live long, hate to say it  but it's all right there" she said pointing to my palm. 

"The life line is severed right there." She pointed again. 

"But," she went on; holding up a drink to toast herself "I'll give you something to live for in the mean time." Immediately I didn't really know what to say.

Smoke filled the room as the night passed and I found myself leaving with Simone when all the other boys were being dragged away.

On the sidewalk, in the street lamp glow of a city night we stood weighing our options. She spoke first and declared to know a cheap motel nearby and led me up the street, trying to light a cigarette as it bounced in her mouth, she prided "They know me here."

       

                                                                    Next Morning

"I feel like shit."

Why, she asks.

I don't bother telling her about gnarly breath, stiff motel sheets or my general regret for the entire previous evening.  What the neon thru a window created after midnight was now gone in wash of gold morning.

First she barked for a screw driver, and after seriously awaiting service at a twenty dollar stay motel she ordered me down to the corner store for a 7 dollar bottle of champagne. She guzzled it, after which she burped and cursed.

There was something about the war on T.V. and Simone waxed philosophical about it until the clerk alerted us for check out at 10 am.

On the street suddenly she was flighty, bags in hand, in a flurry of leopard print tights and a torn denim skirt Simone boasted

"You're going to walk me all the way to the subway!" Strutting down a cloudy street in Astoria.

The city heights loomed beyond her. Barren October trees plotted only enough to collect trash beside her were black and wet, snaking sullenly upward into the gray sky. The trees were dormant and of row, stapled into the sidewalk. All of it seemed to gather pity within Simone and and raised her hand, opting for a cab instead. 

She stopped and turned to me, looking mostly at her purse and moaned something about meeting in Hackensack. I wasn't really listening, only watching when a taxi swerved in response to Simone's hail, as if it were a pheromone attraction.

Screeching to a halt the cabby heard a similar story about Hackensack. 

The driver smiled  and fumed a stubby cigar from his mouth 

"Sure toots where ever you want to go."

i go to the fountain in the downtown square with a lucid dreaming coyote

i go with the lucid dreaming coyote
to the fountain in the downtown square.
the coyote says there are eleven
universes existing in an alternate
dimension of the fountain's
cascading water.
i say,
"the motion of the cascading
water makes me almost believe
that there is a possibility of these
universes existing."

a strong wind blows through the
coyote's fur, tipping his ears,
as he stares into the fountain
with a profound confidence,
as if he can control his dreams.
then, he says to me, "'cascading'
is a vague term."

asshole

A korean sojourn

Well. Going to S. Korea any week now. Just waiting on this horrible paperwork to be processed. 

NYS is of no help at all when it comes to this. It's a terrible run around and nobody knows anything because of new restrictions.  Not many fun details about this process, but A new blog has been created to document me and my girlfriend, Ana's little adventure teaching english in Jinju, South Korea. check it out. www.akoreansojourn.blogspot.com

im an alcoholic but i don't drink more than anyone else

i promise to not get drunk and waste money,
look at the white wine in the thick glass,
bat the glass with my hand across the room, against the wall.
the glass explodes and rains throughout the room, wine making the shards sweet.
my brain is fucking retarded.
i step onto the shards of glass, i storm out of the house, in my socks.
i walk across the lawn and start kicking my car.
my feet were bleeding and spraying the blood on the car and the pavement.

NOW

The Media bombardment of presidential hopeful forth-comings are making me sick. 

Candidates of good fortune is only for the short term. Do we not know that by now?

Can they promise another WWII victory?  In a recession only American willpower can save us.

I don't see change in Obama.  Given my  choices I prefer him over Clinton. Not because he his a man or that he is younger, but because America is a Republic remember? This is not an empire. I'll be damned to live my current life under the rule of two administrations. (I was too young to be conscientiously affected by Reagan). 

Watch this strapping new president bend over for the health care industry. I laugh at change. Universal Health care? Some one tell me what that really means, before it becomes reality. 

I'm confused in the disposable world. I need answers, not a new definition of the American dream. I seek to be an expatriate. Now is not a good time. Will there ever be one?  The world hates me because I'm an American. Born lucky i guess. 

Work keeps me satisfied. It makes us human. It keeps me American. I still care, I still love this beautiful land. I can't stand it being torn apart, so I leave for now. Our royal preoccupation is absurd. Fuck Hillary, Her husband was president. Bush's father was president. This is a Republic, Not an Empire! 

The economy turns public unrest. It's not a single taxpayer's fault. Soldiers fight soldiers. Irremissible, unpatriotic but ever more Red White and Blue!

-Lupo

i remember tripping on mushrooms at burdicks house and his father came down

what should you do on a monday night?

"how do you become friends with someone from germany?"

maybe this poker game will make us all rich and fit?

"americans don't know how to eat right."

beer makes people comfortable.

many caps twisting like bugs from the spring woods
sounds helpful to the drinking spirit.

this is your last night.
don't cry.

****

"when they go into the test all they do is drink the drink"

Super markets are filled with stressed out annoying moms.

****

the most screaching breaks are applied by stressed out annoying moms.

a stessed out annoying mom was tailgaiting my ass.

how much does your imagination cushion the physical penetration?

'when i lived in rochester man.."

'when i lived in rochester...

i can't do as much as you guys do...

dicesare's house

dicesare has a gold plated lamp shining on his wooden c2 car. there is a green lamp shade shining on the c2 car.

bottles holding on sit on the ring
of the wainscoating. whats
wordly
a partial sweep

you are lazy

not even cleaning


seperately down onto
the final fart of
the lonely goat.

she came out to the goat with 'jesus' pamphlet.
where are you in this artsy brooklyn, why can't
you see the path of jesus.

now, down by the drum, the park grew dim
and the main characters here,
danced with their genitals
kindly at the axel of motion.

a pirate dildo came from some silly guy.
they brought whatever they wanted to the party.

simply going livestock, the goat looked at the
slaughterable quadropods, they're dead
he said.

yes, the long dicked man mounted
the sheep. oh arkansas, please write
canon and tell them we've been able to
take too many pictures.

im a hawk. ur stupid
and im a stupid hawk, worried.

at jjs

im at jjs
we're drinking wine
it's 4pm
"how many episodes of cops are there?
its the first ever reality tv show"

what is lupo doing?

lupo deleted a video i made of myself last night

maybe he didn't delete it

i dont know

someone needs to post a real poem or a good picture
soon

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gay ass shit mouth fuck nuggets ur an ass pirate

me reading airplanes raise the bar