Last Day in Vegas chapter 11

It looked like a clean break. The blood was pooling around his arm.
"I must be in shock" he thought.
"If you are in shock can you be aware of it?" He wasn't sure and he wasn't sure if it mattered.
The front end of the car was steaming or smoking and it sounded like something in the motor was clicking. Other than that it was dead silence.
"FUCK!" He screamed.
The car's front end was in pieces and the tree he hit didn't look much better. There were bits of blue plastic laying all around the car.
He took a pull off the bottle of Bacardi 151 and then let it fall to the floor of the car still open. He could hear the contents draining out.
Glug-glug-glug
He reached behind him and grabbed his sweater from the back seat and wrapped it tight around the broken arm. It didn't hurt. He felt like he was accomplishing something, like he was in control of the situation, like he was responsible.
The driver's side door was stuck so he kicked it open with both feet while laying on the front seat. He stood in the warm sun and pulled a crumpled pack of camels from his jeans pocket. He lit the cigarette with a match while holding the book with the hand on his broken arm. Then he lit the book of matches, reached into the car and dropped the flame onto the spilt Bacardi.
He sat on the ground and watched as a police cruiser rolled slowly toward him.

Japanese woman caught living in man's closet

This sounds like a plot from a japanese novel- murakami?

(05-30) 12:21 PDT TOKYO, Japan (AP) --

A homeless woman who sneaked into a man's house and lived undetected in his closet for a year was arrested in Japan after he became suspicious when food mysteriously began disappearing.

Police found the 58-year-old woman Thursday hiding in the top compartment of the man's closet and arrested her for trespassing, police spokesman Hiroki Itakura from southern Kasuya town said Friday.

The resident of the home installed security cameras that transmitted images to his mobile phone after becoming puzzled by food disappearing from his kitchen over the past several months.

One of the cameras captured someone moving inside his home Thursday after he had left, and he called police believing it was a burglar. However, when they arrived they found the door locked and all windows closed.

"We searched the house ... checking everywhere someone could possibly hide," Itakura said. "When we slid open the shelf closet, there she was, nervously curled up on her side."

The woman told police she had no place to live and first sneaked into the man's house about a year ago when he left it unlocked.

She had moved a mattress into the small closet space and even took showers, Itakura said, calling the woman "neat and clean."

Albert Hoffman

It was a wild bicycle ride

mini golf

Tommy Udo!

Hyah ah hahahaha

Aardwolf !

for real

It's not torture it's...motivation

from Democracy Now- Utah Boss Accused of Waterboarding Worker

The Salt Lake Tribune is reporting a supervisor at a motivational coaching business in Utah has been accused of waterboarding an employee in front of his sales team. According to a lawsuit, the supervisor poured water from a gallon jug over the mouth and nostrils of one of his workers. At the conclusion of the waterboarding, the supervisor allegedly told the sales team that he wanted them to work as hard on making sales as their coworker had worked to breathe while he was being waterboarded. David Ellis, the president of the company Prosper, defended his staff. Ellis said, “It was meant to be a team-building exercise. Everybody was . . . involved and enthusiastic.”

FIfty

From Democracy Now - 'And finally the peace sign turns 50 years old today. Over the past five decades the peace sign has become one of the world’s enduring icons. The original peace sign was developed in1958 by a British textile designer and conscientious objector named Gerald Holtom. He created the symbol by combining the semaphore letters N and D, for nuclear disarmament. On Feb. 21, 1958 the symbol was accepted by the Direct Action Committee Against Nuclear war. The symbol soon began to be used in anti-nuclear protests across Britain and then spread across the globe.'

1978

stoned
differential buried in oregon sand
music playing from a cassette stereo which is bolted to
the
floor of a '63 Ford
Fairlane, Marantz
with Blaupunkt speakers which
are
hidden under batik back backseat cover
listening to
blood on the tracks and being stoned
in the dripping rain
and the ranger - one of the Fat Cats- leaves a little fold-able shovel and says he'll be back in a few hours- fuck him
don't come back
see if your shovel will still be here
it will

sunday

silent now
my ears
are bleeding
actually only one - the right
watched Blazing Saddles
today
and slept

alphabet city

Separated by time in the form of
an old typewriter key, an H actually,
-just the part you put your finger on-
not the metal part, the little metal letter attached by
by a spindle, like a finger again, reaching out putting
the smack down on your finger again like
no one else, sin tropo, unverified yet regulated.

the joy of sex

Like a plastic scissor handle
i- swerve to avoid sleeping sheep
And broken sepulchres- gargoyles frozen cement smile
with tongue
a-hanging in the ninth ward
I’m sweating with the thought
of going underground again
My teeth are numb, I’m still faking it
for your sake but you don’t even care or
acknowledge ANYTHING which means-
What you don’t understand
I’m not trying to relate? Well, drifting around again
isn’t the only way to skin a cat or drink an inkwell with
you just walking and walking and walking. Please
don’t use my stamps anymore I’m so sick of finding packages
for people who don’t live here anymore or are even alive

Chopper Chicks w/Zombietown & Soultaker

What happened to all the funky movie theaters on Market street? Gone. Even the Fascination bowling parlor is history. What about the toy railroad store on upper Market street that was next to the Scandinavian hofbrau? The hofbrau only employed young Swedish, Danish and Norwegian girls and paid them under the table. When you walked in you got hit with the smell of pot roast, overcooked carrots and gravy.
Or Carl's Diabetic Cookie store on 18th street- now it's some schmancy place called Farina. I thought farina was some kind of oatmeal or breakfast mush. Gruel. Swill. Of course I never bought cookies there.

the rain on queen elizabeths head

turn left
on the rain
reach back for
some left behind emotion
seek not
grasshopper
feng shui
means
wind water
put a data logger on
that

baring essential
magazine reading
wearing a pearl earring
being pregnant
and on BART
say something
queen elizabeth
say something to the
rain
and how you will
wear your hair
and where you will get it cut
and who is that?
it's just a woman that looks like
a dirt path through
the woods
and the hounds
are sitting
in the rain
and barking

a rusty lawnmower

mowing down the embryonic
statistician
counting the dots on
the ceiling of a 63 volkswagen
sitting in the way way-back
all wool scratchy and weird smelling like
phony wool
waiting for the forest men to take
back their felt hat
-found at the edge of a treeless
circle of grass and branches but
all I wanted was a
basketball coming from the east coast
into the heat
of California

Salinas Rodeo

They call it a Ro-day-o now.

No work this week and also next. but the weather.

ass emboll blodge

here's a poem that never got finished

the soiled parasite'
envy ,
dipsy doodling through a c

ngff