Down here in Discordia town

[Sepia]

We pass into Discordia town late afternoon, our bellies growling from too much caffeine, stains on ourselves, souls and streams of consciousness. It's a little town, Discordia Town, not too big, not that much to see really but it's there and eventhough we've passed it so many times already this is the first time we stop by because it's like that posh place which isn't really posh but posh for you and your friends because you're seventeen and in one year you'll be able to drink there legally and even though you can hit up the brown neon lit pub down by the docks it's not the same because anyone can get in there so you dress up and you look like a retard because you're seventeen but you're a different retard, you're someone else tonight and the hearts of the world will light up as you come around.
Mental preparation are in the works for weeks and you jazz eachother up as you go to that other town where you'll spray copious amounts of cheap cologne on yourself from the local beauty boutique so you'll smell differently and while most of them grow out of this mental habit some stay back inside it and this is what makes them take their time as they arrive in Discordia Town.

"If you start then I'll make the sequel" - Klangstabil

As I adore Rogers line about them not seeing the weirdness that you are, I can imagine Discordia Town to be pretty grey but very beautiful. It isn't boring but there are no orange/teal houses, the craziness is on the inside they teach at Discordia School, remember that children, remember that the weird is in your head as it is in everybodys heads, we can manifest the weird in our physical actions of course, but what would be gained or lost doing this? Now children, this will be your assignment for tomorrow, describe in any way you feel is accurate the pros and cons of showing your weird to the world.

We meet with the mayor and a few of his henchmen during lunch, our tape recordings to be scrutinized more before put in an archive for we know these people won't really make the press, unless there are surprises looming on the horizon but he's a bald guy with a too long beard and he's constantly stoned but it seems to be the way for him to be in his mind he reminds me of house except that this dude is trying to say something funny at the same time as he says something profound but coming only across as very insecure and way too self-conscious and he's telling us a story and we've heard it before but we can see it in his eyes, he's hoping this one will surprise us, catch us off guard and we'll marvel at him because that what this dude wants, he wants us to look up at him, to look at him and he's trying so hard to be watched.

The mayor and his people leave and we get a fourth serving of our coffee, it's a rundown diner of sorts but the menu is all wrong and it feels like we're part of a movie as we pick up todays 3 coursed meal and as we ask the waiter that she should bring us anything that he or the chef deems appropriate to our meals as long as the coffee keeps on coming and the chef comes out of the kitchen, looking hung over with five rockefellers on a tray and as he silently walks up to us he hands us each one before he drinks his three and as he walks back into the kitchen he grabs a bottle of white from the waiter

There was duck for the first course and now there's three hotpockets on each of our plates and as we dissect them with our silver, an angry man walks in, sits himself by the counter and orders three donuts, an ounce of coffee before he piles a small mountain of amphetamine on the counter, makes a barcode of it before sniffing away. The waiter joins in and says thanks officer and when we look in that direction he's on his way over and he says so, out of town folks, don't get that much around here, can i sit?
He sits down and asks if we want amph but we pass as we're coming up on the brownies we ate in the car and we are where we should be and this guy, we look at him as he's silent while eating his donuts and chugging his coffee before he begins to speak or much really lay the law on us

You see, the reason we don't get many out of towners here is because I kick them out the minute they've come in here because we get so many hippies, pagans, newage revitalists, acidheads, potheads, gluesniffers and other filth and they aren't looking for anywhere except for a place to belong and you can see it in their eyes but the fucked up thing is that they've heard the mayor and they haven't yet figured out if he's a hack or not so when new arrivals come down I take them straight to new auschwitz which used to be where we trained new police officers but there's really no need for many in a town this small so we've put up nissen huts as we fence them in with all his books and words and whatever shit along with every stimulant you could desire except food because after they've spent two weeks in there on drugs, water and him, it's those with coherency in their derangedness I want. I usually drink and when I'm drunk I don't want to arrest people because they started a fight about pineal glands or other shit, that stuff is completely fucking useless other than as a lure for other people but fuck it doesn't really work for that either

We finish our meal and walk about in town, taking snaps and trying to find postcards but there doesn't really seem to be any, there's this tourist shop but we don't dare approach it as it seems the only living things in there are cats because there's cats fucking everywhere so we move on and after browsing some we come by the church, outside on the porch there's an african american gentleman, clad in tophat and tuxedo sitting down, eating what appears to be blueberry pie.
He eyes us as we start moving towards him past the tombstones and all we notice are saints, every name in the yard is SAINT something or other and the occasional POPE but we're not really looking at them, just glancing and skimming like we do whenever we pick up religious pamphlets and the guy sitting on the stairs starts to yell niggers niggers fucking houseniggers niggerrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrs at us before we're just at his face at which point he stops. He puts his pie down and walks inside and we hear the rustling of paper and he walks outside with two pamphlets in each hand and one of them is yellow, the other is blue and as he gives it to us he says it's a mayoral edict that I have to hand those out to everyone who comes up to me

We open and skim them, watching the cheesy cartoons and lighthearted dada clipups oh if william burroughs knew and as we skim through them, he observes us beginning to talk
You see, that shit right there is foundation, right, it's what we'll get remembered for, it's what our critics will pull forth if we should ever gain enough popularity, like the old testamente for christian dudes and dudettes growing 16 and anti whatever is in fashion that month but there's a fucking I reason I'm sitting out here and eating pie instead of sitting inside there, actually, there are several reasons for that cathedral was built on guilt, it's dark and musty, smells like there's fungus and even when all the windows are open it still reeks of old crusty semen but you know what, you could've built a mini sized mall here and made the graveyard into parking lots and it'd have been the same because this ain't where it at, there's no idea of going into the church game because the fuckers in the church game are big players and you don't squeeze them easilly

So, you know, we have to do something else entirely

[Eater of Clowns]

I'd let her immanentize my eschaton any day.

[Cramulus]

shit, man

that's good stuff

I've said it before, but I love your stream of consciousness style. by the last paragraph it really picks up to a fervor, ya know?

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

I liked it.