30.8.04

Jarvelbert Humpercochran, thou art punk'd

Pulp Shatner. Yikes.
   The man himself didn't hear the half of it. The other night, after she drove me out of the barl with her Punchi Barru attack (a signature move, really, along with the Spectacle Slapoff) the brides ran into the young Ms. Matthews, young Belknap hoods in tow. She said, Hey, I saw that guy the other night. No, it was a different black guy. (She said that second sentence. End quote.) The girl said ya, we got it all sroted out adn shit, so blabbedy on with excuses and likely lies, and the brides said, Mother Nursure shining through, Sure you did, hon, and stroked her arm. There is a woman who spends too much time with the elderlies.
   We accidentally got drunk last night and I got angry at her for getting change for a $ten and then putting an entire sten into the jukenet. It seemed... insane. I have only so much sad affection to give for these (drunken or not) vignettes, these one-scene one-take zero-script plays of hers. And when I run out of sad.
   But supplies are coming in... CDs and secret provisions for the 9/18 apolitical party, thematically Because-911-is-too-soon-and-what-kind-of-bastards-do-you-take-us-for-who'd-cynically-manipulate-a-national-tragedy-for-our-own-political-gain. Secret secrets, secret even from those old ooze-secreters himself and the biodroog-one-million.

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