Of a night with no stars
and waking hourly
for no reason except
dreams which are not conducive
to sleeping
I haven't answered the phone in
eight months. people stop calling.
The newspaper man came out for an interview.
I shot at him with the new Walther P99. I didn't try to hit him, I just wanted to scare the fuck out of him. It worked.
I felt like the bad guy in a worse movie.
so i had a drink.
that worked too.
so I had another.
then I went out and shot at cans.
La dee da la dee da
what we have here is failure to communicate
COMMUNICATE.

POW- Right in the kisser

Sexist pig takes one to the mouth.

my mind is slipping
I thought I knew myself
sometimes I wonder
what the hell

I tried a few things
some of this some of that
I've broken some rules
but I always came back

now it's getting harder
to do the same old thing
but somehow I always do
the same old thing

wrap it up in a bow
in a shiny bow
put your finger there
while i tie it

I'm slipping now
back to what I was
I'm not going back
I'm just slipping now

Hello,

this is Miguel. Ms. Magma's gardener. He left the computer on while he is in the john. I think something has happened to Catherine. He says she went away but nothing is gone not even her dog, Snapple. She would never

Catherine had to go away for a while-to an old friend who lives in the next state. She said she may be gone for several months. Nothing to worry about!
-Carskov Ventriloquo

don't mention it
It's nothing really
just a little thing I whipped up
no trouble at all really
shall I write it down for you:
Okay, take
1 lb unbleached flour
3 pieces of magazines talking about the death of Martin Luther King Jr.
a broken 1934 colt police special revolver
Mix these together while thinking about a girl who smiled at you
Add
1 lb of sugar
a touch of allspice
a wheel from an old baby carriage

Place in oven 260 degrees for four hours
rotate once an hour

let cool
serve with ice cream (vanilla!)

hristopher Knowles
Cristopher Knowles
Chistopher Knowles
Chrstopher Knowles
Chritopher Knowles
Chrisopher Knowles
Christpher Knowles
Christoher Knowles
Christoper Knowles
Christophr Knowles
Christophe Knowles
ChristopherKnowles
Christopher nowles
Christopher Kowles
Christopher Knwles
Christopher Knoles
Christopher Knowes
Christopher Knowls
Christopher Knowle

I pushed a ribbon down down deep into the well
I fought the Germans to the brink of Hell
I spoke with Moses and then he had a spell
I'm leaning towards the end and I'm not feeling well.

I was on the train this morning and I thought of Christopher Knowles and I missed my stop.

Phony phony phony

they talk like they know it all
like their words are in italics
meandering through their dismal epicenters
cavorting the membrane

damn them!

I was born in 1959 at the edge of the Black Sea. My mother was a nervous wreck and my father was a mechanic. He worked on the nuclear rockets silos and was killed in a horrible accident in a silo when I was 16. My mother went crazy and I joined the Navy. I defected three months later during a military exercise. I went to the dock climbed on a sail boat and just sailed away. Luckily the boat had plenty of food & water because I was quickly lost at sea. I had no navigation skills except my own good sense.
The Navy caught me after 15 days. I had a friend named Urslebunk, a Latvian, who ratted me out. He saw me get on the boat and reported me to the high command. Years later he told me he was a given a chicken dinner.
I was taken into custody and was scheduled to be tried for desertion. At the last minute I was offered the chance to emigrate to the United States. Wow. Hello. No, I would rather be tried for desertion and sent to Irkutsk for thirty years! Yes, of course the United States. I was sent to a the the town of San Topeka in the State of Kansasfornia in 1976 and started as sophomore in the San Topeka Hogbelts High School. Woo hoo Frampton Comes Alive! My English was very poor but I learned very quickly. "Hey what's shaking? "that's cool, man." stuff like that. I was very impressed by America. They had everything you could want. I studied to be a scientist because I knew they always needed scientists and the scientists back in my country were always well paid and had cars and apartments. I studied mathematics and engineering and was good at it. I received a scholarship to study at the University of Kansasfornia/ Merrriver under the tutelage of Dr. Robert Arsenist. He was a brilliant professor and steered me into advanced engineering problems. I was interested in aviation as was Professor Arsenist. He had a small Cessna airplane and we would take trips to the northern country to examine laboratories and go to seminars.

"Catherine had to go to sleep for a little while so I'm taking over the blog now.
I'm in charge now."
-Carskov Ventiloquo

and there will be much TV reporting
of the fallen tree in the woods
"It landed here not far from where, for years, it had lived."

and the wolf was positioned
for stardom in the movie
of the woods
the company was presenting a non-original work
'hunger leads to killing'

or stars
will be shooting by the
hundreds, or thousands,
tomorrow
the remnants of Tempel-Tuttle
blasting from the east
from Leo
the backwards question mark

I'm not worried now that my
stomach has stopped hurting
I don't have Leukemia like
a famous basketball player
who changed his name years ago
and now you can find his college
jersey for sale on ebay
with a name he didn't use until
years later.

All the lights are on
the windows are open
a cold breeze is
blowing in
cold breeze
blowing in

Let's start that again;
Now that I'm old
Blah blah blah
staring at the waistland
below the belt
that's hitting
like Joe Dimaggio
and
Marilyn Monroe
full count bases loaded
tv is on black and white
wall to wall carpeting
it's almost christmas time
and it's fucking hot out
I need another beer
throw the cans off the deck
we'll shoot at them later

one day he showed me where the pistol was and where the bullets were
and said don't ever shoot this gun, it's old and it might blow up.
The next day after school I loaded it,took it outside and pointed it at a wooden stake next to one of the trees we'd planted and fired.

I'm straying from you.
Something has changed. I can tell you don't love me anymore. I can tell.

He had a bag of weed in his desk drawer. He grew it in the garden between the corn stalks. This was probably a pretty high level security risk- no pun intended. He never smoked it so I kept pinching off of it. I would put some herb,I forget what,in to make it look like it was all there. I think it was oregano.

I could be dying now. I could fucking die. I think about it.

sidekick

Now that I'm old
blah blah blah
now that I've forgotten what your name is
blaggity blaggity blap
haha
blap
what kind of word is that?
onomoetoepiaism
that's when the pancake batter
hits the superhero's sidekick
BLAP!

I'm focusing
but I lost
i got distracted
Span style
and an image
from
a Wayan bros movie
damn smoking all that weed and
crazy ass hair
and bizarre space age guns

any I'm not focusing
I'm drinking a short double latte
and a small Calistoga mineral water and
pretending not to be interested in the young women sitting near me.

blathering
blithering natty dreadlocking
unfurled
unforgiven
unfestooned
unfucked
worn out
and wily
burning incense to ward
offf bad book spirits
feeling the need
for animal spirit
ceremony
to drive out
bad spirits to
incite to ignite
a pile of burning
leaves
to reward a low slung sun
to break
with tradition and
be tradition
to wear brown
and be red
to break bred
to bust bowie knife memories
to syphon off gasoline
drippings
to rend the future
to mend the suture that tears
the thoughts
of incredibly boring
work day
with no underlying
redemption
with no spirit
no-spirit
is not good
and breaking the tradition by
buying an old car
and driving to LA
just to be in
Santa Monica
and be glad you don't live there
waiting for the ocean
waiting the broken
movie star
trampled newspaper
morning
coffee with
shaking hands
and frayed
nerve
and hoping it will be HOT

HOT HOT HOT cause it never is
any
more and I'll have to get in
a car thta sweltering
and it will be
impossible to sit
on hot plastic

I'm not worried about breakfast
I'm not worried about bacon and eggs and potatoes and
coffee
I am worried about the coffee
my life revolves around coffee and
blue jeans
my torn blue jean
days are fraid
fraid not
frayed knot
I'm fucking bored
seriously

IV. the IVY wraps
around
william Tell
and his bow can stretch
no further
and or might have been before

I'm boring myself now
by stealing

but I want hot
wet humid
night
windy
and windy
and fuck
how many times
can I reinvent myself?
I hear something scratching
something
near the window
its dark out
it's the middle of the night
it's night and
the city breathes and scrapes
but it's peaceful
and not cold
and not
raining
and not LAUREL canyon
and NOT my mom's house
and NOT my father not knowing where he is
and NOT the Lawrence Radiation Lab
and YES it's
closer to breakfast than
dinner
and yes I will
be at work
tomorrow
and YES I'm sick of hearing about babies
but ya know that's what people do
they have babies.