Tuesday, April 17, 2007

Our Kind of People

Sharkey Jackson. Blake Petty. Bartelby McLovin. Bugs Meany. Havok Palmer. Brusier Adams. Cooley Armstrong. Biff Bonanza. Curtis Walter Raleigh. Bobo Johnson. Bilbo Jenkins. Tolstoy Jones. Sean P. Thundercock. Jordan Kane. Langston Weatherby. Mike Hunt. Hunter McBooty. Wang Fat Ho. Todd Van Kranston. Seether Adams. Terey Conduit. Bob Krandel. Sinjin Smith. Buck Malibu. Big Al Downs. Hard John Foster. Timmy Lay. George "Velvet" Bell. Gerald Canyon . Tyrone "Skeeter" Jones.

Thursday, April 12, 2007

A Requiem for KVJ or Goodbye Blue Monday

"Sometimes I think it is a great mistake to have matter that can think and feel. It complains so. By the same token, though, I suppose that boulders and mountains and moons could be accused of being a little too phlegmatic. " --The Sirens of Titan

"You hate America, don't you?" she said."That would be as silly as loving it," I said. "It's impossible for me to get emotional about it, because real estate doesn't interest me. It's no doubt a great flaw in my personality, but I can't think in terms of boundaries. Those imaginary lines are as unreal to me as elves and pixies. I can't believe that they mark the end or the beginning of anything of real concern to the human soul. Virtues and vices, pleasures and pains cross boundaries at will." --Mother Night

"Tiger got to hunt, bird got to fly; Man got to sit and wonder 'why, why, why?' Tiger got to sleep, bird got to land; Man got to tell himself he understand. " --Cat's Cradle

"I will come to a time in my backwards trip when November eleventh, accidentally my birthday, was a sacred day called Armistice Day. When I was a boy, and when Dwayne Hoover was a boy, all the people of all the nations which had fought in the First World War were silent during the eleventh minute of the eleventh hour of Armistice Day, which was the eleventh day of the eleventh month.It was during that minute in nineteen hundred and eighteen, that millions upon millions of human beings stopped butchering one another. I have talked to old men who were on battlefields during that minute. They have told me in one way or another that the sudden silence was the Voice of God. So we still have among us some men who can remember when God spoke clearly to mankind.Armistice Day has become Veterans' Day. Armistice Day was sacred. Veterans' Day is not.So I will throw Veterans' Day over my shoulder. Armistice Day I will keep. I don't want to throw away any sacred things.What else is sacred? Oh, Romeo and Juliet, for instance.And all music is." ---Breakfast of Champions

"I love you sons of bitches. You’re all I read any more. You're the only ones who’ll talk all about the really terrific changes going on, the only ones crazy enough to know that life is a space voyage, and not a short one, either, but one that’ll last for billions of years. You’re the only ones with guts enough to really care about the future, who really notice what machines do to us, what wars do to us, what cities do to us, what big, simple ideas do to us, what tremendous misunderstanding, mistakes, accidents, catastrophes do to us. You're the only ones zany enough to agonize over time and distance without limit, over mysteries that will never die, over the fact that we are right now determining whether the space voyage for the next billion years or so is going to be Heaven or Hell. " --God Bless You Mr. Rosewater

"Artists use frauds to make human beings seem more wonderful than they really are. Dancers show us human beings who move much more gracefully than human beings really move. Films and books and plays show us people talking much more entertainingly than people really talk, make paltry human enterprises seem important. Singers and musicians show us human beings making sounds far more lovely than human beings really make. Architects give us temples in which something marvelous is obviously going on. Actually, practically nothing is going on. " --Wampeters, Foma and Granfalloons

"I wish that people who are conventionally supposed to love each other would say to each other, when they fight, "Please— a little less love, and a little more common decency." --Slapstick

"I still believe that peace and plenty and happiness can be worked out some way. I am a fool." --Jailbird

"And the hidden plea in the book is one which first appeared in my eyes when I was fourteen, say, and which has not vanished entirely to this day. It is part of the mystery of me. The plea is addressed by old-fashioned males forever full of jism to any pretty human female, on the street, in a magazine, in a movie--anywhere. The plea is this: "Please, pretty lady, don't make me play with my private parts again." --Palm Sunday

"Who is more to be pitied, a writer bound and gagged by policemen or one living in perfect freedom who has nothing more to say?" --Bluebeard

"I think William Shakespeare was the wisest human being I ever heard of. To be perfectly frank, though, that's not saying much. We are impossibly conceited animals, and actually dumb as heck. Ask any teacher. You don't even have to ask a teacher. Ask anybody. Dogs and cats are smarter than we are. " --Hocus Pocus

"Let me note that Kilgore Trout and I have never used semicolons. They don't do anything, don't suggest anything. They are transvestite hermaphrodites. " --Timequake

"As in my other works of fiction: All persons living and dead are purely coincidental, and should not be construed. No names have been changed in order to protect the innocent. Angels protect the innocent as a matter of Heavenly routine. " --Bagombo Snuff Box

"Human beings are chimpanzees who get crazy drunk on power. By saying that our leaders are power-drunk chimpanzees, am I in danger of wrecking the morale of our soldiers fighting and dying in the Middle East? Their morale, like so many bodies, is already shot to pieces. They are being treated, as I never was, like toys a rich kid got for Christmas." --Cold Turkey

"If God were alive today, he would have to be an atheist, because the excrement has hit the air-conditioning big time, big time. " --A Man Without A Country

"In case you haven’t noticed, we are now almost as feared and hated all over the world as the Nazis were. " --I Love You, Madame Librarian

"Everything was beautiful, and nothing hurt." --Slaughterhouse 5


Goodbye Blue Monday.

Wednesday, April 11, 2007

The Chance of Promise

A bird had pooped in his outstretched hand. He inspected it (curiously without malice) breathing the deep wide-nosed breath of a man 400 years free. For as they say it is a sign of luck, he thought to himself. Walking with an exaggerated bounce and letting the taste of spring flick across his tounge, he passed a garish pub with a clover shaped sign. He waved not to the policeman, but to the baying horse lifting its shoes for an early morning stretch. He passed a construction site pausing to watch an undersized rat horde an acorn between its teeth. He thought how squirrels too are harder in New York. He came to his building and pushed past the revolving doors, no black cats no rain clouds. He pressed a button and the steel doors parted for him. He got in and he knew and he knew and he knew and he knew, and he knew it would be a good day, for the elevator was empty that morning.

Wednesday, April 04, 2007

(the great untitled)

"Fuck you." Says the black man to everyone in particular. To the cab driver that passed him by fearing a trip to brooklyn, to the cab driver that picked him up, patting himself on the back for being so damn noble, to the people that came up with the idea that blacks don't tip, to the blacks that over-tip to overcompensate, to showboating basketball players who destroy the image of the NBA in good clean white homes, to the good clean Negroes that show "heart" and "headiness" and remind us what the game is all about, to house parties and get-togethers that he wasn't invited to, to night clubs and country clubs and bouncers and commedians and writers and english teachers and bitches and Presidents, to the people who let the levies break, to actresses who adopt babies in africa, to all the people who don't give a shit either way, to the talented tenth, to the untalented 90, to the 85%, the 10 and the 5, to rappers and actors and rockstars and mostly to you and to you and to you and to you. But remember, he thanks you all eternally.

Wednesday, March 07, 2007

Report: Big Black Guy Says Anna Nicole Smith's Baby Might Be His


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Anna Nicole Smith
John [Last name redacted pursuant to request from Duke Igbo Counter Klan Slander Society (D.I.C.K.S.S)] reportedly said he is "throwing his hat into the ring" regarding the paternity battle over Anna Nicole Smith's baby, citing his "slow-moving sperm."
Documentary filmmaker Jane Goodall — who filmed 70 hours of footage with Njoku from 1995 to 1998 — told the New York Post that [redacted] said "he knew Anna Nicole pretty well, and he said he had slow-moving sperm, and he might be the father."
[Redacted] and Smith starred together in "Ally McBeal" , the - Pyramids on the Nile episode in 1999, with Anna playing Myra Jacobs.
[Redacted] even joked that he hoped the baby wasn't his as King Kong — star of the Peter Jackson film and long-time rival — might try to take her.
"I hope they don't do a DNA test on Anna Nicole's baby. If they find out Dannielynn is mine, I don't want the villagers of Skull Island trying to seize her for a ritual sacrifice — or Kong himself," Goodall claims [Redacted] said.

Tuesday, February 20, 2007

The Return of the Gangsta (as a vegetable)

I wanted to roll around in oil and jump in a sauce pan, but I had never been sauteed before. It got me to thinking though. If carrots are model citizen's and asparagus haughty assholes, then who get to be the commedians of the vegetable world. I vote for leeks, they're silly in their denial, pretending to be decorations and side dishes when we all know they're just hussied up lettuce. Probably Ice Berg. Definitely low class. None of this, however is the point. The point, is simple. I want to write about okra.

If tupac died and reincarnation existed, what vegetable do you think he'd become? Okra's the only one I can think of--the fact that you find yourself nodding means you're nuts--Okra is an underappreciated gem. A diamond in the rough of sorts. Besides deriving all of its flavor from context, its the only veggie I know thats either incredible or incredibly disgusting in perfectly equal measures. Plus, could you imagine a legume rocking a bandana? These are just questions people.

Anyways. Fine. Yes I'll stop talking. Sure, we can have sex. And so on.

Monday, January 22, 2007

Midnight

Where the hell is my m***f***ing fairy godmother?


me: but whatever... not everyone gets the fairy tale

GD: what fairy tale are you looking for?

me: i guess "Aladdin" and "Ghandi" mixed into one (without the starvation protest thing)

GD: so you want to be an icon who's also in love?

me: yeah. with a pet tiger and a flying carpet