NOTEBOOK EXPERIMENT

YOUR ANSWER! FROM AN EMPTY SKULL IN A DESERTED AUDITORIUM
In this atheistic foxhole at the Siege of Babylon, of cigarette-machine revivalists, all over Home-Front Supertown----Dogfaces compare wrist-scars and arrest records while the world-champion worst-ever stand-up sit-down wake-up fall-asleep comic ever drowned at sea, devoured by sharks. Thank God.

Under surveillance for suspected crimes against humanity, I prance, flit, queen my way through deathcamp-sweet-deathcamp. Pop an escalator and we're all smiles for the executioner, pop a decelerator and look out world! We're avenging ageless all-agers striking hyper-dramatic freeze-tag-like, action-figure poses.

A Mighty Fortress is Our Hysterical Wretch.

NINETEEN NINETY-TWO

We were happy and we were sad. Now I'm an insane man writing in a coffee shop as if I was important, even this, it's not funny or insightful or even coherent. I want to have something to say, I want so bad to get something on paper, to feel justified finally, allowed to be happy and calm, but I am so scared of everything, especially this notebook. I've ripped out every marked page except the addresses of my friends and I've let down all of them. Maybe I could get started by writing a poem or story for each name.

Check it out, another ugly, awkward, useless idea from the workshop of Darius "At Least He Didn't Kill Himself Today" Smith! Heartsick, sad, stuck, and worthless, yes, but I'm happy. Not kidding.

SHOCK ARMIES ATTACK!

I need a haircut but I can't face a barber. My few obligations (psychiatrist, grocery store) loom so large in this eventless time. On the internet all day, reading Jack Kirby comic books, listening to TV noise, ignoring the phone, picturing my demise in a detached way, panicked, daydreaming about drugs. Various Eastern Front World War Two games set up, unplayed. Stark and shabby, this is the situation every day for six months now.

FROM THE DESK OF A DULLARD

00 > > personal hygiene, eh? maybe they should only focus on the folks who need it? > > i stayed in salem last night, no computer, but in a bit i'll send a whole > mess of emails back to you! i'm balls-deep in compliance issues, which i > know nothing about. it's a mess and due tomorrow. um. > > also, again, can i have your address? i'll just send you some pratchett... > > also, hmn, check out the Discworld MUD site. i've signed up. it's a > text-based game that uses the world pratchett created as base. very thick, > hard to master, i'm just figuring it out. > > david > > > > > >5F, snowing steadily, I walked out today on our group study of personal > >hygiene, I'd reached my limit again. I walked out the door over to > >Corryville looking for something to buy (because I'm American.) In the end > >I found two science fiction paperbacks (my drug of choice for years now.) > >Not Pratchett, alas, only Kit Reed and Harry Harrison. > >Aside from feeling vaguely ashamed and on the verge of depression (which > >I'm managing to avoid so far) everything is about the same, group home life > >is not much fun but it can't last. Please call or write soon. Love, Jeff. > > > >

THE ANTI-MIDAS TOUCH

i can't explain

THE END OF THE BEGINNING

His Dad fell asleep in the Garage with the Car running. Chicago on the 8-Track sang "Only the Beginning."

Let's make an Effort to transform this Ordinary Suicide into a Super-Start. For Somebody. 

The Bees died off Early that Year so Everyone in Town was super happy. Kids never came into Contact with Peanuts or Latex.

Shul Neighbor, Barber and Town King ordered the Deaths of Three Jews. His Men searched but None were found matching the King's Description: Lamb's Wool for Hair, Giant Bird Beak for Nose, and Lengthy Fangs coated in Christian Blood.

WAR IS PEACE/LOVE IS HATE/CONFUSION IS SEX

Century 22 Reality, Worthlessville, Ohio.
Our Sporty Spice says, "I wonder if you'll ever know what I'm sure I'll never know, namely thrill-killing (we reserve all rights to attempted murder for our beloved Cincinnati Police Division,) snuff film enthusiasm (I have starred in way too many 'Real Live Murder' films to consider them anything other than a headache and a paycheck,) and lastly, I do not get high off of AIDS or genital warts or whatever you freaks are into today. "

Let Sporty Spice Kill at Will (You Can Trust Her! Really!) or Let Sporty Spice Be Disappeared! Re-Appeared! Our Ghost Queen! Hurrah for Something, Somehow! As Ever.
----Directive One, Shock Squad Sporty Spice Ohio, Winter 2017-18 USA.

NOW! READ THE SEQUEL, '1985' BY THE AUTHOR OF 'A CLOCKWORK ORANGE'!