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Hey, LMNO...
« on: September 25, 2009, 03:14:26 pm »
You know, you talk to people, and you ask them, "Hey, did you know you're all covered in huge spider webs?  Christ, these things must be a quarter inch thick!  I can cut you out of them but you're going to have to help me."  And they just turn for a moment to look at you, but they don't really have real faces, do they?  No, they just have eyes and this little tube where there mouth would be, where you and I would have a real mouth that we could talk and sing with, and that little tiny tube is somehow big enough to suck up a Big Mac while they slowly shake their heads and look back at the glowing box. 

And while you're doing this, the spider comes.  Man, that's one bigass spider.  It's as big as Madison Avenue, no scratch that, it's as big as the world, it's as big as everything...And it opens its fangs and drools a bit and says "There's nothing physiologically wrong with you.  Your problems seem to be entirely stress related." and then it gives you a bottle of pills and you know that all you have to do is take the pills and you can be happy like everyone else and you can finally relax a little and learn about all the fun things that glowing box will show you and you didn't really NEED a mouth anyway, right?

That's a powerful big spider, LMNO.  And it loves us all.  It wants you to be happy.  Happy like me.  So happy you can't stop crying.

Or kill me.

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Re: Hey, LMNO...
« Reply #1 on: September 25, 2009, 03:23:39 pm »
And those pills... Fuck, they're everywhere.  You can't put them down.  You can't throw them away.  Somehow, slowly but surely, They've managed to sneak them into everything.  They're in the newspaper.  They're plastered onto the walls of the bus kiosk you stand under when it's raining, all the food tubes huddled together, separating into class wars based on which brand of caffiene and fat they buy at inflated prices.  Those pills leap out at you from the sides of the bus that pulls up, timed to make you five minutes late for work, programming you to hurry that much more, to make you anxious about your survival, that more desparate to find something that will calm you down.  They're strewn throughout the liquor store, morphing themselves into the illusion of choice, but all decisions leading back to those pills.  They even found a way to put them into the songs coming through your radio, selling us on the dream of faultless love, and perfectly scripted heartbreak.

Whoops, gotta go.  The spider is getting hungry again.

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Re: Hey, LMNO...
« Reply #2 on: September 25, 2009, 04:16:26 pm »
Jesus fuck, you guys. This needs to get published.
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Re: Hey, LMNO...
« Reply #3 on: September 25, 2009, 05:01:04 pm »
The pills give you a pouch like kangaroos have, and you keep your screams in it.  The screams are uncomfortable, because they move around and remind you that something just isn't right and you worry a little that one day your health insurance will run out and the pouch will open and you'll deafen everyone when the screams keep coming and coming, you'll scream until your throat bleeds and you'll never, ever stop.

And some days you worry that your boss or your spouse might see that pouch, just like you've started to notice their pouches, and sometimes you maybe even wonder why everyone has these pouches I mean where did all the normal people go, where did June Cleaver and Mister Rogers and Captain Kangaroo go, they didn't have pouches, right?  They were always happy and everything was nice and all the problems got solved in a half hour, minus these words from our sponsors.

And you want a world like that, the glowing box tells you there's a world like that, if you do what it tells you, so you do, but maybe you got something wrong because everything is still a river of shit full of copies of the Three Stooges, and Moe keeps poking Curly in the eye over and over again, but unlike the Stooges on the glowing box, Curly goes blind and eventually drowns, still screaming and holding his bloody eye sockets, I guess his pouch ripped under the strain.

And that's too bad because Curly had a real face, not just eyes and a tube, and he always seemed so happy anyway.  And the Spider tells you that Curly was unpatriotic so you don't have to care about what happened to him, that sort of thing happens all the time to people who don't have the right values.

But I miss Curly, and I kind of wish I could fish his body out of that river of filth and at least, you know, give him a decent burial.  But there's no time, really, and I have to keep working to afford those pills that keep me so very, very happy.
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Re: Hey, LMNO...
« Reply #4 on: September 25, 2009, 05:06:09 pm »
it's eh, .. wow. where did that come from .. lump it in with the other lumps in the horrormirth contest?
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Re: Hey, LMNO...
« Reply #5 on: September 25, 2009, 05:22:33 pm »
it's eh, .. wow. where did that come from .. lump it in with the other lumps in the horrormirth contest?

Yes, yes, lump it in I guess.  With all the other lumps of things that I can't quite fit in my pouch, that dribble out and stain my brand new shirt.  Maybe if we put it with the other lumps, it will stop nagging at me and making my chest feel all empty.  I'm cold.
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Re: Hey, LMNO...
« Reply #6 on: September 25, 2009, 05:37:42 pm »
So I buzz by, and I see the web.  It’s just fucking hanging there in space, strung between skyscrapers and apartments, churches, satellite TV dishes and cellphone towers.  I see almost everyone, friends, family, love interests, enemies, and irrelevant fucks tangled in it some way or another.  Twisting a struggling (about what they web says they should twist or struggle for), they just cocoon themselves deeper. 

“This is nice, this is what I care about.”  They say, but they’re just wrapping themselves deeper into it.  Some days it’s not even worth trying to tell them there’s more out there.  They don’t believe you because all they know is the web.  And it’s SO soft, they must be comfortable there.  Some days I wonder why the hell I’m not in there too.  It’d be easy, just plow in, wrap around into those strands.  They’d be so warm, and comforting.  Like being hugged. 

They’d be sticky too, I’d never get out.  Then again, once I’ve met the spider once or twice, would I WANT out again?  I’d just be another thing on the web.  I’d be happy.  I’d be able to relax.

So I buzz by, and I notice the web has started to wrap a few strands around my leg.  (They ARE warm.)  I think about panicking, flailing, and ripping them off, but then I wouldn’t have them. 

So I buzz on by.  Some part of me won’t LET me fly into the web, even though being outside means misery, cold, struggle and strife.  I’d rather have that than sitting happy, waiting for the spider.  Some part of me hasn’t gotten the balls to throw off the strands either. 
Anyone ever think about how Richter inhabits the same reality as you and just scream and scream and scream, but in a good way?   :lulz:

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Re: Hey, LMNO...
« Reply #7 on: September 25, 2009, 06:10:16 pm »
And the strands are all colorful, too.  They're red, white, and blue in some places and in other places they are the colors of your favorite sports team or the colors that make up the logo of your favorite products.  And inside that web, everything is warm and bright and happy, and everyone smiles.  Sure, sometimes the smile is actually a rictus or even the cheerful grin of a skull, but nothing's all the way perfect, right?

And as long as you look at things the right way, and don't ask annoying questions, the web will keep you safe forever, or at least until you die.  Sure, if you look at things the wrong way, the happy fat people around you are actually emaciated skeletons, like some horrible golem made from Dachau inmates...but who wants to look at things that way, when the life they pump into your head is so much happier?  You can even be an American Idol, if only in your dreams.  Yes, that could be you up there, and maybe someday it will be, but it's been a bitch of a day at work and you just want to relax with a bucket of chicken and the glowing box...the glowing box that tells you to be proud to be an American or a British subject, or whatever, you're proud because you should be proud, because you're part of all this, right?

I'm happy in my web, and I know I have the Spider to thank for it.

But sometimes I still miss Curly.
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Re: Hey, LMNO...
« Reply #8 on: September 25, 2009, 06:35:55 pm »
All you need.
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It’s handed out happily by people who honestly expect it to make you happy.  After all it’s “proven” to satisfy 99.9% of the wants that the average kid will have.

It’s the average number of beers, and bong hits rationed to mining town workers on Friday nights at the bar.  It’s tabulated and calculated to be what will make the majority of them happy enough to keep moving smooth and intervention free, made JUST difficult enough to get to keep them thinking they’re getting away with something good.

It’s parceled experience, tourism in places you can only ever be a tourist.  Meaningful sites, friendly locals, respect and tea with the monks, shamans, and Bedouins, all paid to give it to you. 

It’s having your fun and your comfort and not acknowledging the nagging that there might be something WRONG, insincere, and overly, tastelessly prosaic about it all.   

You should enjoy it.  It’s All you need.
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Re: Hey, LMNO...
« Reply #9 on: September 25, 2009, 07:42:27 pm »
I remember there was a time when things were different.  There was more laughter.  Honest, joyous laughter.  More tears, too: But the funny thing is, even the crying felt good.  The world I remember was brighter, lighter.  My days were full of new things, and running through sprinklers with no pants on.  I can't tell when things became muddled and murky; maybe it accreted like rust on a ship.  But I remember.

I remember when the glowing box was the sun reflected off the ocean, when this busted sofa was a desk.  There was a time before the feeding tube, when strong hands chopped and sliced, when the buzz at the table was conversation, not bombastic tirades of ignorance.  I remember waking up with the sunrise, full of life and energy, wondering what the day had in store... a time when I wasn't dragged from anxious sleep by an electronic whine, when my brain didn't need to be kickstarted by chemicals, caffiene and nicotine.  I remember that before my life became a semi-endurable routine, it was a blank page, an unopened book.


Or was I dreaming that?

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« Reply #10 on: September 25, 2009, 08:01:39 pm »
It's hard to say what things used to be like, before the Spiders came and made everything real.  I, too, have memories of a time when summer was warm and not unbearably hot, when people had big smiles that contained some form of warmth.  But that was long ago, and is probably an idealized memory of a time similar to this one, when people are things as proper people should be.  Newfoundland probably was never the way I remember it, and I half suspect that...well, how DO I get to Shell Beach?

But that's not what's important.  What's important is Here, Now, Bigger, Faster, Sexier.  Implants to make women look like Barbie, because what little girl wants a Barbie that looks like a woman?  Viagra for men, so they can remember that they're still 22 years old, and their current body is just a phantasm, a bad dream that will end any time now, and they can go back to getting hot chicks with bodies like rubber bands.  That's what's important.  That's what's good.  Buying your love, eating your love, because love you can eat won't hurt you, and besides, it's easier to get...right down at your local supermarket.

That fat person on the couch isn't you.  You're Bourne, Bond, the Desperate Housewives, Simon Cowell.  All it takes is time, and you'll be rich and beautiful, too.  Somehow...and the how doesn't really matter, does it?  The brass ring is there to be grabbed, and all you have to do is wait for the merry go round to bring you around to it.  It's only a matter of time.  All you have to do is sit on that couch and wait.  For God's sake, don't get up, don't touch that dial...because the ring might go by while you aren't looking, and then you'll have nobody but yourself to blame for your unfulfilled dreams.

But it sure does take a long time for the merry go round to go all the way around, and the calliope music sounds like a dirge and the other riders look almost like they're screaming in horror instead of excitement and I still can't see the brass ring yet.
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Re: Hey, LMNO...
« Reply #11 on: September 25, 2009, 08:06:41 pm »
I used to be happy a long time ago, you know, the sort of happy that comes on its own, that just sinks in slowly from being alive. These days, I'm Happytm. Happytm comes from the glowing box, and the pills, and the bright shining faces and bodies of the Beautiful People. Happytm is delivered right to my door in a wrapped box with a pink ribbon, and an offer inside ACT NOW, YOU TOO COULD BE THAT MUCH MORE HAPPYtm IF YOU JUST TAKE THIS OFFER, and days pass as I sit in Happytm land.

And days pass.

And days pass.


And days.....
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« Reply #12 on: September 25, 2009, 08:08:08 pm »
The smell of grass and dandelions perfumed and punctuated every evening.  The roars of laughter echoed throughout the neighborhood in an epic game of hide-and-seek.  Even as the daylight faded, the games went on.  Only after several beckonings from our Mothers did we retire to our homes.  There was no schedule to keep.  There was no pull from the purveyor of artificial imagination.  We frolicked in the oceans of our own visions.  Played in our own possibilities.  We were the guides and the guided.  Now, far too many surrender and far too much is surrendered.  How was that allowed to happen?
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Re: Hey, LMNO...
« Reply #13 on: September 25, 2009, 08:17:20 pm »
I don't know, maybe I'm wrong.  Maybe the spiders are trying to help me.  I mean, they know things.  They know what will make me attractive, they know what will make me popular.  They know what I should be listening to.  And for a small fee, they can all be mine.  They have ideas, too; so all I have to do is repeat their ideas, and then I'll have ideas.  And they're always right -- the proof is right there on TV.  See?  All the pundits are saying the same thing.  Just like the spiders whispered into my ear.  

The spiders say that it's a good thing to spend 60 hours a week grinding your soul to a nub just so you can almost afford a mortgage -- because then you're safe.  Plus, the pills they give you fill up that hollow emptiness in your gut - and if that doesn't do the job, by God a glass of whiskey and some out-of-focus internet pronography will do the trick!  Thanks to the spiders, I don't have to do anything when I get home from work.  I can just sit here, and watch other people pretending to do the things I don't have the time or the motivation to do.  It's right there, on the screen.  Now hush: The new Melrose Place is about to come on, and my Megan Fox downloads are almost complete.

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Re: Hey, LMNO...
« Reply #14 on: September 26, 2009, 12:07:57 am »
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