Jennifer said that she wanted to sleep in the afternoon but the Carloggs would be arriving via train through Via Del Ragu on track to arrive at approcximately 2;-- pm. This iwould give us just enough time to pack a tin of apple slices and sandwiches with tepid cheese. Not warm because it is fresh cheese, but warm because it haas been sitting in the afternoon sun. Not in the shade but neer the beach water which is foaming at the mouth now. The flags warm the surfers that the tide is stronger than it usually is and that those who are inexperienced (much like muslf_ should keepaway from the water. Instead of jetting into the water, the rocks call like a rock does in the spring but really this isn’t spring but ummer , but it calls anyway. There are certain momets when one wonders if there is anything guiding the thoughts other than the rolodex of experiences being sifted through over and over. O e cared this day and another card that says the pink floyd concert at 80oo pm and then another which read the turdle dove art show will be showing the plaintiff seriers of lawman at the searer show. I wasn’t the best in my class, I knew that as much. I wasn’teven closs the to the top of my class. In fact, there was always a sencse that really, I was at the very bottom of my class. But that only menat what I thought it meant, which was that I was in reelation to the kids in my class, the one who scored the least on his testsand homework papers. But on comparison, there was a much greatere sense that surrounded this issue that came upon the discovery of the world outside of class. There are very few rules outdie the institution. The more you look at the institution, the more you realize how far away you are from any kind of real order. Ithe further away you movie from the order, the more the rules ben, or the more the spoon bends, or what, there isn’t eaven a spoon anyway is thetre? I hated hearing the rats at night, bthere was something about the feet moving along the baseboards that make me thing of swiss cheese, and how I never ever wanted to eat that stuff again. Where do the holes comes from anyway? I wonder if there was any kind of devil in the panes of the world. The windows were open to the nettlegrass but the horns were showing through even though mom tried to cover them with a sype of snake grease. The horns were nothing more than tusks that had belong to the tuscan elepant who had been pached like an egg in the winter of 1999 which is the day tht I had mytransplant. There are other concerns at this time but nothing too overwhileing. There is a snake ant a toad in the belly ad then within the confines of the toes a mokey sit. There are some things he wanted to say to his son. You are not a man, you are a boy, but you will not be a boy forever, the play will make sure thais is the case. The case. Oh yes! How could I have forgotten the case with three yellow ixon pencils and two red and pink pieces of screatch patper left over from the valentines day project that went unfinished because the girls wanted to suck their sugar free loolloipops. But I said, stop that . Stop that. You put those lollipops awyunitl you get your homework done. There are plenty of pop[s for everyone. There wasn’t enough to go around tbut there she stood, that behemonth woman with the dragon tail. I’ll let you know when its time to clock-out. Oh will you Shra? I bet you wouldn’t know a good joke if you had it licking your tomngue. That’s gross. I at e the tongue there are some people I know who have tongues that have caves and crevices and divots like the golf club. A divot is a spor ofn the grass where the lawn has bbeen pulled from the roots. It resembebes what I imagine a hurricane kartirna perporsing in the nightimte. But tsn’t such a thing as santa clause, said she, oh that kacly beth, she never knows when to keep her god damn mouth shut and when to keep her mouth open. Oh wait a minutew, acutlaly I think she definitely knowns when to open her mouth, but that’s something she needs to discuss with a ex addict counselnelr. There are words that don’t belong here, abut there is a clicking tackpp tap tap tap tapping of the keyboard that releases thewrods fo the days… eutting pfeelings into words putting feelings into words purttings feelings into words over and over again until the layers of words take up inches of space that and then wahat you have is a piece of layers of words that reselveme something that used to be just spoken but now how to be repeated in the format of text. Lets speak our thoughts. How are you feeling s beezu? I ddon’t really know how to put it?
There’s one way you can put if jeririg…
Fine there’s not going to be a play said the salimander. Little wee coop is not going to do anything but swim in the doondoggles. I hate when I don’t get my way.
Jerririgg” come inside right now you weasley little beast. I have something to show you that’s left over from valentines day. Oh really fool? What is it you want to show me.
I have a peppered ham.
No you don’t
Why would you doubt my peppered ham?
I love peppered ham I do, now slice it up and give me a pie full
A pie full! Why you little scragglefrock. I aughta box your ears I will There isn’t enough for everyone.
Suddenly there were too many eyes to count looking up from the dirty calloused homeless boy fingers But there hats were tipped to the side like the way they should be. Everyone listen. You get a choice, you either get to choose the apple fritters or the peppered ham slice of pie. Either one is going to kill you so choose wisely.
Come on mate, we haven’t got all day.
Jerririgg was trying to stall ever so schematically. He didn’t want to taske the peppered ham or the creamed lulligag. Everything is illuminated but nothing is clear. What What What? There was nothing I could do about that. Ok? Kapeach my little friend?
I think that ought to be a fine alternative. I say, let’s grow a peach tree and then eat of its fruit. But James took the last of the seeds for the trip. He’s gone now.
I don’t care if james took the last seeds of the moon. We are going to have a peach fest and we are going to do it in style, with juice and all!
Larrylag, how come you never talk?
I haven’t much to say, larry said simply. Although he thought momentarily in his head and he thought wait a minute, I actually have a lot to say, I just don’t quite know how to say it. Everyone thinks that the words are the only way to communicate but the colors say just as much wouldn’t you say sometimes? I mean, even literally there are moments when someone feels blew. And nowone wants to be near a yellow. That smells fishy. Categories put the order in the system but the system is so weak it can barely hold itself up. We have to hold it up said the chillens. We’re the pocking tape, the gooey galloosh, and the cement in harden times. Whens the rains a coming, the ‘creete is washed away. And that’s how I feel a little bit about the buidlng that’s going in downtown. There’s a big to do with Mr. Kelter, and Sister PrishMash, but the real problem isn’t the reality of the building but the time in which the building will last, wich won’t be more than 100 years of soliture. Mack says there won’t be anything after 2012. But Em says he’s wrong—0 that the mayans didn’t really have a mapped out calander just a calander that didn’t know the times after a certain date. What that means exactly really only looks like a foam sea that brings in a tide and sends the sand away with the sea. Tommy will wave goodbye on his forever ship and we’ll think of him fondly. But when it’s time to say goodbye we will shed a natural tears and move along with our days… that’s the way icarus goes now, doesn’t it? Doesn’t it seem to work backasswords that way? I don’t know said the little girl. Sometimes I think there was a santa clause and nobody really liked the idea of a fat old man bringing toys to tots and so the older grups just decided to x him out of x mas. Then all that was left of the jellybellies was the buttered popcorn flavor. You either love it or you hate it. On that note, there’s also the sour licorice. Lazy freckle wandering from the left ear lobe to the top of the temple. Why won’t you just fade away like the other fruckles? Little hub cap. Spinning the spuns. You’ve got the spins?So do I ! So do I . We can share the spins! You hold my skate and I’ll hold your hands. Together we’ll pair a nut with a tangeroo. What’s that mean, the tangeroo? Well, it means there something that comes around that goes around. I don’t want to give your hopes up. What if they were already given up a long time ago. What if all the hopes I once had flew away like the bird in the sparrow? Make it literary Thomas Pynchon said and that was that. He was birthed of a natureal cure for the common writers block. Remember gumby and block head? They were characters of the like. Seeping willings. I’m not willing to write just anything. I have my dignity! My fellow people, there were some of you that I’m afraid didn’t make the cut. For those of you that didn’t make the cut, please follow the man with the red horns with a large red fork in his right hand. His name is beelizbub, but he goes by many names… On with you now. You wont be getting bodies this time around.
But but..
Nope nope, you won’t be getting bodies this time around. That/s just the way it goes. The speaker has spoken. Why you little cumnut. I won’t have it. The speaker has spoken and you will not only NOT get a body, but now you are going to take a dive in the tide pool. This is not a tidepool of comfort, mind you. This is a tide of lavarock and magma. Dr. Evil said it. Can’t you just hear him in the background saying magma I like it. Magma . It’s everyone’s fantasy. Well , perhaps not the coy little mistress with the flaxen hair. WonderlusT!!!! How could you be so deceptive. I told you the sercret about the crude colored valentine for little mickey. But she didn’t want it so I threw it away teacher. Fetch it out of the recycling bin. This is 1901. There is no recycling bin. In fact, I don’t think we even know that much about garbage anyway. In fact, the whold worlds a garbage we just don’t know it yet. But soon in the future very very soon there will be a man who coins the term WASTE. Oh I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to stomp the ingine running on you. There are so many ways in which I could say you are a blabbering genius. But I think I will stick to the gold and diamond studded bea, because that is what I remember about you. I don’t like to get too sentimental but the hands that pinched my cheeks were always something of an anomlolie. There were often tears when you talked about you know who, how much he loved you, and how he gave you his heart in his hand. Sittin there in the Nantucket breeze I imagined the car you drove, the old ford t bone down the cobblestone but I couldn’t quite picture it so I had to think harder about what it was that you were trying to do with your story. There were small details, ike the worms coming out from the sidewalks when it rained. You recalled a yellow stamp from tuxcon that had a cactus sprig on its corner with a Mexican looking president in the foreground, a mustache attached with a gluegun. One time, the marble of an old expensive table collapsed and the boom shook the mansion just a little bit. Just enough so that my stomach jumped a little bit, twisted and my hand gestured towardsthe invisible flag. Everyone in the house went downstairs, jenny, Meagan, clark, Kelly, and there were quite a few wide eyed sausers. Sausages sizzled on conference Sundays. There was a drawer just belo the oven (which didn’t make sense because the oven reached such high temperatures) where the candies wer hidden from the kids. That’s the other problem. Who hides candies from the children in the bottom drawer where its most accesable? I don’t know but I still remember the closet with the triscuts and peaunut butter snacks taking them outside on a plate to the iron and glass beveled table. There was the suggestion to use a napkin which I never liked because my sleeve worked just fine. The apples were left to brown. But later that Christmas, the new c that I had just received played on in the east wing, come out my back side and travel with new york city she gone she gone away and I know not where to find my Jackie. My Jackie. OH Jackie, you been bad, but I still love you Jackie. Christmas found a mouse in the cupboard but that didn’t matter because I felt good inside down to my toes down to everything. Down to my penis even! It pointed in the right direction for once!!! Who knew? Not I said the little hen with feathers of tawny tan. There were others that wouldn’t make the cut. It wasn’t that the experience was particularly cruel, but that the motiviation behind the action was initiated by fear. And when theres the initiating of action on account of fear, then the who tide gets turned upside down. The sand crabs run from the childrens fingers digging in the wet sand. The red and yellow and blue san buggets buried halfway in the shore. Sometimes I think that I know what loves all about. But when I see your face, I know it’s alright, I know its alright. Even when it doesn’t feel that way whem you have to say goodbye. Goodbye old friend. My cheeks may not miss the pinch, but I will miss the way you ask, "are you still singing? Still writing? How is UCLA?". It doesn't matter that we're completely different people, because you found aspects of my life fascinating, and I still love peanut butter and triscuts. : )
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