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I came
down
from
heaven
and I
tickled
your
funny
button.
you screamed
I laughed
now how funny is that?

Evening

I’m sitting on four legs in the evening and I can’t stand it so I throw it out the window. I’m too old for this shit. There’s no private shame and there’s no private disgrace. I head outside. I find it on the sidewalk still together in one piece. A Greek design made of oak, nicely varnished, still doesn’t look too worn. Upright now, two legs, I can pick it up and bust it against the wall proper. It isn’t long before the police arrive and they ask me what I think I’m doing. I tell them how much I hate my father, that son-of-a-bitch, and how bad he used to beat me. I hate my father too, one says, and he shows me his scars. The other one doesn’t speak, he just pulls out his gun and shoots the chair. Now it has three legs.

"Good" Poetry

Dream tonight of peacock tails,
Diamond fields and spouter whales.
Ills are many, blessings few,
But dreams tonight will shelter you.

Let the vampire's creaking wing
Hide the stars while banshees sing;
Let the ghouls gorge all night long;
Dreams will keep you safe and strong.

Skeletons with poison teeth,
Risen from the world beneath,
Ogre, troll, and loup-garou,
Bloody wraith who looks like you,

Shadow on the window shade,
Harpies in a midnight raid,
Goblins seeking tender prey,
Dreams will chase them all away.

Dreams are like a magic cloak
Woven by the fairy folk,
Covering from top to toe,
Keeping you from winds and woe.

And should the Angel come this night
To fetch your soul away from light,
Cross yourself, and face the wall:
Dreams will help you not at all.


Someone please confirm or deny this poem's authorship to Thomas Pynchon.
I really need to know.

A Monologue

I don’t like anyone to watch me when I eat and neither do I like to watch anyone else eat too. No, I think it’s a rather private affair that should be kept to one’s self much like going to the restroom. Yes, the intake and the output of food (energy) is an extremely personal matter that should be kept to one’s self. Why? Well, have you ever watched yourself eat? No. No one thinks to eat in front of a mirror on purpose. Or have you ever watched another person eat? No. No one eats alone and no one gives the time to properly watch their accompaniment eat because they themselves are too busy eating. So I beg you to stop yourself the next time you plan a meal and think to watch your eating habits or to perhaps properly watch another person eat their food, and watch carefully as a scientist in a laboratory. Consider this sociological research.
Or, perhaps, don’t listen to me. Really, I wouldn’t wish this sort of curse on any one else. It’s terrible, I promise you, to fear the sort of disgust and horror I feel when I see others eat. And this is why I do not eat in public or with any other person present anymore. I would not wish my own distasteful eating habits upon any one else. Have you seen me eat? No, you couldn’t possibly have seen me eat. (And believe me, you should be glad that you haven’t)! But I am sure that since you are not yet so convinced about this shameful conviction of mine that I may still delineate what brought me to such a conclusion. But I promise you that by the time you finish reading my conviction (or, perhaps even before you finish!) you will feel the same way.

therapy

You should never go to them
Let them come to you
Just like I do
Just like I do

(over and over and over and over...)

Kathy

Come on, Kathleen
Come get out of your mind with me
Get out of your clothes with me
Get out your skin with me
Oh come, Kathleen

chain'd

Darling, you should know
that you never really glow
after we make love together.

And never will I lie again,
you have me on this ball and chain
even as you smile from the nether.

deadlike

I would so hope that my funeral consists of more than just a few laughing faces, pissed off ex-lovers, loan sharks with greasy fingers, and someone to ask "Well, what was that all about?"

My Log has Something to Tell You

Food is interesting. For instance, why do we need to eat? Why are we never satisfied with just the right amount of food to maintain good health and proper energy? We always seem to want more and more. When eating too much, the proper balance is disturbed and ill health follows. Of course, eating too little food throws the balance off in the opposite direction and there is the ill health coming at us again.

In Furs

...Simultaneously she began to drape her magnificent fur-cloak coquettishly about her, so that the dark shining sable played beautifully around her bust and arms. "Well, how do you feel now, half broken on the wheel?"
Her piercing green eyes rested on me with a peculiar mocking satisfaction. Overcome by desire, I flung myself down before her, and threw my arms about her.

Carmen

"Sir, a man becomes a scoundrel without even meaning to. A pretty girl makes him lose his head. He fights for her, an accident happens, he's forced to live in the mountains, and from a smuggler he becomes a bandit before he knows it."
-Don José Lizzarrabengoa

Sarah

"My lord came home from the wars today and pleasured me with his boots on."
-- Sarah Churchill, Duchess of Marlborough

“Lovemaking Marquis”

Baby, baby, you gotta trust me
Baby, baby, you look so lusty
And I’ma I’ma guarantee
That I’m the lovemaking marquis
Woo!

So Cold

There was a crisp hint of winter in the air that morning. Air so cold it was tangible and left a minty taste on the tongue. You could see it in Nancy's breath, puffing out more visibly in the sun's infantile rays. She shut her mouth and kept quiet. Stealth was a virtue.
Then Stacy spoke. "I'm having fun," she said in a quiet undertone that couldn't be muffled by her sheer excitement. Nancy turned her head around and smiled. On returning a forward gaze she dropped the hint of contentment and lowered her eyebrows to her new frown. Bringing Stacy along suddenly seemed regrettable. Nancy was not so excited anymore.
"I've never held a gun before," Stacy remarked, feeling as if Nancy's smile was some indication to keep talking. So Nancy dropped the facade.
"That's great, kid, but try to stay focused here. We have to remain unnoticed."
"Sorry, Nance." Stacy's apology was ineffectual, almost immature, and seemed to stay in that spot as the girls moved on. All that was heard for a while was the crunching of the dead October leaves, which carpeted the ground. And the sound traveled a short distance in this more open part of the woods where the trees distanced themselves from others like an awkward, adolescent dance hall.
Further on it seemed the trees knew how to mingle and the forest became more dense. Nancy spoke again. "Okay, I need for you to make a clucking noise - don't ask." Stacy didn't ask and performed as if out of habit. And there was a clucking noise no man could have distinguished from a real hen. There was a pause, allowing the clucks to travel, and then: "That was good," said Nancy.
Stacy regained a sense of happiness in her pride for having done right for Nancy, but she stood slumped with a curved spine that threw her shoulders past her hips with her arms crossed and rifle arbitrary on her back. She looked much too coy next to the composed Nancy, who stood up straight with shoulders parallel to the ground, allowing her breasts to protrude furthest, by proxy.
In her pride, Stacy began, "I remember back in high school how you were always so cold. So cold all the time."

Hey Anna,

Marry Me?

On "Pierrot le Fou"

"It is not really a film, it's an attempt at cinema. Life is the subject, with [Cinema]Scope and color as its attributes...In short, life filling the screen as a tap fills bathtub that is simultaneously emptying at the same rate."

~Jean-Luc Godard

"Theme"

It’s Jimmy (Pop)!
No he don’t stop
So get your shoes
It’s time to hop!
He’ll cure your blues
And make you bop
Let’s sniff some glue
With Jimmy (Pop)!
Now take a seat
And don’t be late
He’s really neat
And really great
Oh what a treat
That he’s our mate!
Jimmy (Pop)!

Cup of coffee, on a very cold day.

Goddamn. This coffee is terrible. How much did I pay for this? But now it made no difference. The deed was done, transaction final, and he was pretty sure he threw out the receipt. Making matters worse on a Tuesday afternoon, it was the middle of January. In Pittsburgh, Pa. Downtown, in the middle of a light snowfall. Some of the coldest conditions on earth contained at the tip of this miserable, triangular city. Some friends would call it a witch’s tit – the maps always shaped it that way – even though the only witch he knew, Katey, was not known for having a cold chest. Regardless, the coffee was god-awful and bore the scent of dirty rags soaked in beef stew over a butane lighter; it overpowered the cigarette smoke, rendering it down to pretty ghost dancers lasting for a few seconds before violently catching up into the rough air. And it wasn’t like his rusty, old jacket worked properly either. Nothing was good: the cigarette, the coffee, the jacket, his job, or the city. It’s all just a constant fight to stay warm. One more sip and finally, he thinks, I should get moving.

24 Feb 45

Dear Mom ---
Just rec.d the toilet set -- thanx for sending it ---
There really isnt much doing down here -- same old routine -- did I tell you that they put another cast on the leg? -- its the same type I had before -- the Doctors took the other cast off and took another X-Ray -- so I guess it isn't completely healed --- the Doc. said I'd have to wear this one for another month yet -- then they'll take another picture -- so I guess I'll just have to wait ---
I was paid last week -- and was I surprised! -- I only got thirty bucks -- and thats all I really had coming to me -- I checked it over with the paymaster and darn if he wasn't correct -- its funny tho -- I was positive I had more coming -- I also signed some paper's for my insurance -- but God only knows when I'll collect that back Money - oh well - I really dont have much coming -- just six months back Insurance -- I guess it amounts to a little over thirty-seven bucks ---
You know Mom -- I owe you an apology for the way I acted that one morning - we were talking about our "Al" -- and I flew off the handle -- remember? -- I did'nt mean too - but I dont know if you noticed it on me but I'm a little nervous -- I've been that way since I've come back -- I guess I'm a little too quick on the trigger -- you probably noticed it when "Ann" + I were talking about the Nurse's Over-Sea's -- I really blew my top that evening - but I tried not to show it - normally I dont get that hot under the collar -- but with my leg bothering me all the time plus being jittery -- I could'nt help blow off a little steam -- I hope you understand + forgive me ---
I guess what I need is a nice long rest down here -- then I'll be back to normal again --- Good nite!

Love
Son,
Louis

P.S. Hmm! - our Cigarettes have been cut down to two packs a day -- so I'll have to wait till I accumulate enough to send you -- O'Kay!

P.P.S. -- did Jim ever get those pictures

30 May 44

Dear Mom:
How are you today? -- in good health I suppose -- I feel fine too -- it's been a beautiful day today -- the Sun shining -- birds singing all around us -- it's really nice out here in the country -- the fresh air is doing me a world of good -- I feel as tho I could lick my weight in "Wild Cats" -- (ha! - am I kidding!) ---
Already we are playing Baseball -- in fact we have a league started within the company -- so far our team is doing pretty good -- the other day we play the Radio Section -- really was a tough game -- playing fourteen innings before we finally won -- the score 8 to 5 favoring us -- If you dont mind I'm going to do a little bragging -- you see I was fortunate enough to hit a "triple" with bases "loaded" -- it really made me feel good because those were the Runs we needed to win the game -- it's a shame I stumbled rounding the bases otherwise I could of strectlied it into a Homer -- I also hit a two bagger with two men on base too -- so I just could'nt help feeling chesty about it ---
We also gave the "Officers" of our Outfit a lacing -- score was 15 to 3 -- I didn't do so good -- altho I scored a few runs -- struck-out a few times too -- so that makes everything even --- funny thing tho - the English cant seem to understand our game of Baseball -- we had a few watching us play -- I imaging they think us crazy the way we yell at one another -- you see Mom over here they have their own Sport called "Cricket" -- it's a lot different also much slower than our game -- an during the contest there's no noise at' all -- they dont seem to believe in cheering -- whether a player makes a good play or a bad one -- they just applaud -- especially when a man makes a bad play -- rather than call him a Bum or throw Pop bottles -- they encourage him by applause -- a lot different than our custom ---
I imagine we do look crazy yelling at one another during the game -- jumping all over the place an calling each other Bums - + throw him out of the game -- an kill the ump -- no wonder the English think us nuts -- but we do enjoy ourselves regardless of what they think ---
I hope you dont mind my telling you about the Ball game because other wise I'd talk about girls -- and you know how monotonous that is -- by the way -- I have met some very nice English girls already -- insidently one of my favorite happens to be a cute Blonde and her name is "Pat" -- who does that reminds you of? --- Anyway I have a lot of fun going out with girls -- I like them + they like me -- so everythings even ---
I'd better stop this silly chatter right here -- I'm probably boring you to tears already ---
Hope everythings alright at home -- give Al + Jim my best -- and when I can think of something worth while to write about -- I will --- So take care -- God bless you
Your Loving Son
Louis

P.S. Did Al send the pictures yet?