You know that bridge, where Alvernon turns into River? It's green. FUCKING GREEN. i don't know why it suddenly stood out to me. But I was in the car today and it was raining, after failure and disappointment happened, and when we crossed the bridge I noticed it was green. I was like, "WTF? Why is it green?? That doesn't look like a healthy color, WTF is going on?!"
I was in panic mode (well, maybe panic mode. Probably not real panic, because what have I got to get worked up over, honestly?) for, oh, maybe about a second or two. Not long at all. But then I noticed how absolutely hideous this whole place is. It's like a huge cloud of death and dessication just rolled over this place, but it's always been this way. Everything looks wilted, gnarled, and dying or already dead. Have you noticed that?
And you know how in some places, people try to plant grass and shit, to make it look more inviting? Have you noticed that whatever indigenous tree or plant is there looks for some reason even worse, like they're bent double in agony from how hard people are trying to pretend that everything is OK? I mean, this one business I passed, it had some particularly lush winter rye, and the mesquite tree that was there looked exactly, EXACTLY like someone trying to crawl away amidst death throes. Have you seen that tree?
I mean, at least where people try to make desert concrete look pretty with rocks and gravel or just leave it plain, they at least have the decency of knowing that 'pretty' and 'lush' do no generally crop up when people talk about the desert. The trees in these plots, have you noticed that there's more than a little bit of a militant look to them? The way the limbs and things look just like their neighbors', and they are all standing up very straight without a bend in the trunks anywhere? And they're all in a straight line and everything, or they're planted to look like they grew there naturally, but it's still a bit too something to be perfectly natural? Have you noticed?
Have you?
-Mistress Freeky loves you all,
until her dying breath.
Quote from: Mistress Freeky on February 04, 2010, 04:26:15 AM
I was in panic mode (well, maybe panic mode. Probably not real panic, because what have I got to get worked up over, honestly?) for, oh, maybe about a second or two. Not long at all. But then I noticed how absolutely hideous this whole place is. It's like a huge cloud of death and dessication just rolled over this place, but it's always been this way. Everything looks wilted, gnarled, and dying or already dead. Have you noticed that?
Every day of my life.
It's a filthy baby-shit-yellow hellhole, and the only difference between this place and Picachu is that Picachu is more HONEST about the burned out houses, burned out neighborhoods, and burned out lives. This is like something out of a Stephen King novel, one of the early ones, and it's making us all crazy. This town eats lives, and it ruins everything that touches it.
And some bright boy at City Hall decided a coat of green paint would make it all better...while our children's school class sizes grow and grow and grow, and the whole horrible machine clatters to a stop with a whine and a shriek of teeth breaking off of the cogs.
"Smash The Machine", we said. Well, it's smashed, it smashed itself.
Is everyone happy now? We must be, because this is what we wanted.
:mittens:
Fucking awesome!
And out of the ashes....
We aren't meant to live in a desert, Roger. I think that's it. The sun bakes everything, drying it out and fossilizing it, and then the wind - oh, the wind - it beats the everliving snot out of what's been dried up, turning it to dust, and then spreading the dust everywhere with force. And then those creatures still alive and not (yet) dried out have to deal with the dust and rocks and shit and noxious fumes that get blown into our faces every time the winds blows, and that happens more than people think, because there's nothing but road here that is easily traveled along, and moving cars create a breeze.
And you know, I think the reason this place makes people crazy, why this town ruins the people who live here, is because of all the broken hopes, shattered dreams that line the gutter, buried under the exhaust fumes of all the cars that pass by, all the dust that gets blown around, beneath the piss and blood of these battered, drug crazed psychopaths we call Tucson's citizens. They're still here, and we can feel it, but there's nothing we can do, or at least nothing we think we can do, and we spiral and corkscrew through our existence here in mild horror, though we hide it well. Most of the time, anyway.
Do you know, you people who've never been to this town, that it smells weird when it rains? I don't know for certain, but I have a theory about why that is. When it does rain, it hardly ever does enough to actually wash anything away. When it does that kind of rain, its like adding water to a dried out pile of shit. That smell, it's the hopes and dreams that have been lying in the gutter for who knows how long, coming back to remind us that they're still there, still mourning for their lost chance at realization. Still broken, still shattered, and still waiting for us to join them there in the gutter.
Quote from: Mistress Freeky on February 04, 2010, 05:08:11 AM
We aren't meant to live in a desert, Roger. I think that's it.
Everyone lives in the desert, Freeky, and nobody lives anywhere else. Or The City. One or the other, I can't remember.
Quote from: Mistress Freeky on February 04, 2010, 05:08:11 AM
And you know, I think the reason this place makes people crazy, why this town ruins the people who live here, is because of all the broken hopes, shattered dreams that line the gutter, buried under the exhaust fumes of all the cars that pass by, all the dust that gets blown around, beneath the piss and blood of these battered, drug crazed psychopaths we call Tucson's citizens. They're still here, and we can feel it, but there's nothing we can do, or at least nothing we think we can do, and we spiral and corkscrew through our existence here in mild horror, though we hide it well. Most of the time, anyway.
But the night, oh Freeky the night, that's a different story, yes? When the sun goes down and the night comes up and you can almost remember what Saturday night was, back when The King still reigned in Memphis and Vegas and Johnny Cash still flipped off the hypocrites in Nashville, and all you needed was a car with no top and a willing member of the sex of your choice and maybe a pack of cigs.
Back when we were Kings and Queens of more than this wreckage of a City. Back before the power failed.
Quote from: Mistress Freeky on February 04, 2010, 05:08:11 AM
Do you know, you people who've never been to this town, that it smells weird when it rains? I don't know for certain, but I have a theory about why that is. When it does rain, it hardly ever does enough to actually wash anything away. When it does that kind of rain, its like adding water to a dried out pile of shit. That smell, it's the hopes and dreams that have been lying in the gutter for who knows how long, coming back to remind us that they're still there, still mourning for their lost chance at realization. Still broken, still shattered, and still waiting for us to join them there in the gutter.
Reconstituted shit is still shit.
I'm not at all acquainted with night. I've been kept SafeTM for all my life, and night is definitely not SafeTM
Quote from: Mistress Freeky on February 04, 2010, 05:40:54 AM
I'm not at all acquainted with night. I've been kept SafeTM for all my life, and night is definitely not SafeTM
There's no point in being safe. We as a population were safe, we did what we were told, and what did it get us? Where's my jetpack, Freeky? Where's my goddamn flying car? Where's my space colonies? WHAT IS THIS USELESS PIECE OF SHIT THEY HAVE GIVEN US INSTEAD OF THE FUTURE THEY PROMISED?
Well, I'll tell you. 6,750,000,000 people on Earth. 245 are born a minute. 102 die in the same amount of time. Do the math.
I now return you to the horrible future they built around you while you watched TV.
And I was thinking about moving back there.
Quote from: vexati0n on February 04, 2010, 03:50:07 PM
And I was thinking about moving back there.
To Tucson? Why not? If you don't, it will move back to you.
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on February 04, 2010, 03:58:04 PM
Quote from: vexati0n on February 04, 2010, 03:50:07 PM
And I was thinking about moving back there.
To Tucson? Why not? If you don't, it will move back to you.
Call me crazy, but the sun-baked remains of half a million people's dashed hopes and dreams sounds like a vacation in Rome during the height of the Empire's collapse. Which is somehow appealing to me these days.
Quote from: vexati0n on February 04, 2010, 04:05:23 PM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on February 04, 2010, 03:58:04 PM
Quote from: vexati0n on February 04, 2010, 03:50:07 PM
And I was thinking about moving back there.
To Tucson? Why not? If you don't, it will move back to you.
Call me crazy, but the sun-baked remains of half a million people's dashed hopes and dreams sounds like a vacation in Rome during the height of the Empire's collapse. Which is somehow appealing to me these days.
That's exactly what it's like, if the Roman empire was lightly dusted in coyote shit.
I had a thought, maybe yesterday, maybe a couple days ago. I was looking over towards those small mountains west of Tucson, and thinking of how a person can't get any farther, because it just drops off into the ocean right there. Now, my parents frequently go to this place called "California", but I don't know about that, because there'd be an ocean in the way. I think you're right. People never leave here. They just like to pretend.
Quote from: Mistress Freeky on February 04, 2010, 05:44:13 PM
I had a thought, maybe yesterday, maybe a couple days ago. I was looking over towards those small mountains west of Tucson, and thinking of how a person can't get any farther, because it just drops off into the ocean right there. Now, my parents frequently go to this place called "California", but I don't know about that, because there'd be an ocean in the way. I think you're right. People never leave here. They just like to pretend.
I left. I wandered north 7 years ago to a land called Wyoming. But there is a mountain on the Southern edge of the town I live in now, and on a clear Summer day it seems like there is a dingy haze peeking over the mountain from the other side, and I can almost smell the fragrant odors of sun-bleached concrete and overcooked Mexican food. Sometimes I wonder if for these past 7 years, all I've really accomplished is to find a hidden suburb.
Quote from: vexati0n on February 04, 2010, 06:23:33 PM
Quote from: Mistress Freeky on February 04, 2010, 05:44:13 PM
I had a thought, maybe yesterday, maybe a couple days ago. I was looking over towards those small mountains west of Tucson, and thinking of how a person can't get any farther, because it just drops off into the ocean right there. Now, my parents frequently go to this place called "California", but I don't know about that, because there'd be an ocean in the way. I think you're right. People never leave here. They just like to pretend.
I left. I wandered north 7 years ago to a land called Wyoming. But there is a mountain on the Southern edge of the town I live in now, and on a clear Summer day it seems like there is a dingy haze peeking over the mountain from the other side, and I can almost smell the fragrant odors of sun-bleached concrete and overcooked Mexican food. Sometimes I wonder if for these past 7 years, all I've really accomplished is to find a hidden suburb.
World loops back around. You're actually in Vail.
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on February 04, 2010, 06:41:05 PM
Quote from: vexati0n on February 04, 2010, 06:23:33 PM
Quote from: Mistress Freeky on February 04, 2010, 05:44:13 PM
I had a thought, maybe yesterday, maybe a couple days ago. I was looking over towards those small mountains west of Tucson, and thinking of how a person can't get any farther, because it just drops off into the ocean right there. Now, my parents frequently go to this place called "California", but I don't know about that, because there'd be an ocean in the way. I think you're right. People never leave here. They just like to pretend.
I left. I wandered north 7 years ago to a land called Wyoming. But there is a mountain on the Southern edge of the town I live in now, and on a clear Summer day it seems like there is a dingy haze peeking over the mountain from the other side, and I can almost smell the fragrant odors of sun-bleached concrete and overcooked Mexican food. Sometimes I wonder if for these past 7 years, all I've really accomplished is to find a hidden suburb.
World loops back around. You're actually in Vail.
Really?
Wait... Vail? So when it gets really cold here and all that white shit covers everything, it's actually...
oh, god.
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on February 04, 2010, 06:41:05 PM
Quote from: vexati0n on February 04, 2010, 06:23:33 PM
Quote from: Mistress Freeky on February 04, 2010, 05:44:13 PM
I had a thought, maybe yesterday, maybe a couple days ago. I was looking over towards those small mountains west of Tucson, and thinking of how a person can't get any farther, because it just drops off into the ocean right there. Now, my parents frequently go to this place called "California", but I don't know about that, because there'd be an ocean in the way. I think you're right. People never leave here. They just like to pretend.
I left. I wandered north 7 years ago to a land called Wyoming. But there is a mountain on the Southern edge of the town I live in now, and on a clear Summer day it seems like there is a dingy haze peeking over the mountain from the other side, and I can almost smell the fragrant odors of sun-bleached concrete and overcooked Mexican food. Sometimes I wonder if for these past 7 years, all I've really accomplished is to find a hidden suburb.
World loops back around. You're actually in Vail.
Freakish..It DOES sound like Vail. One of few places where yuppies and rednecks can come together in a community and...well..continue to ignore each other.
Quote from: Sister_Gothique on February 05, 2010, 10:07:34 PM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on February 04, 2010, 06:41:05 PM
Quote from: vexati0n on February 04, 2010, 06:23:33 PM
Quote from: Mistress Freeky on February 04, 2010, 05:44:13 PM
I had a thought, maybe yesterday, maybe a couple days ago. I was looking over towards those small mountains west of Tucson, and thinking of how a person can't get any farther, because it just drops off into the ocean right there. Now, my parents frequently go to this place called "California", but I don't know about that, because there'd be an ocean in the way. I think you're right. People never leave here. They just like to pretend.
I left. I wandered north 7 years ago to a land called Wyoming. But there is a mountain on the Southern edge of the town I live in now, and on a clear Summer day it seems like there is a dingy haze peeking over the mountain from the other side, and I can almost smell the fragrant odors of sun-bleached concrete and overcooked Mexican food. Sometimes I wonder if for these past 7 years, all I've really accomplished is to find a hidden suburb.
World loops back around. You're actually in Vail.
Freakish..It DOES sound like Vail. One of few places where yuppies and rednecks can come together in a community and...well..continue to ignore each other.
Sounds like The City. Live next to your neighbor for 30 years, and never know his name. Except that nobody lives anywhere for 30 years anymore, because you gotta keep moving, keep hustling, keep clawing your way up to the prize.
You DO want the prize, don't you?
Quote from: Doktor Howl on March 03, 2010, 06:36:01 PM
Quote from: Sister_Gothique on February 05, 2010, 10:07:34 PM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on February 04, 2010, 06:41:05 PM
Quote from: vexati0n on February 04, 2010, 06:23:33 PM
Quote from: Mistress Freeky on February 04, 2010, 05:44:13 PM
I had a thought, maybe yesterday, maybe a couple days ago. I was looking over towards those small mountains west of Tucson, and thinking of how a person can't get any farther, because it just drops off into the ocean right there. Now, my parents frequently go to this place called "California", but I don't know about that, because there'd be an ocean in the way. I think you're right. People never leave here. They just like to pretend.
I left. I wandered north 7 years ago to a land called Wyoming. But there is a mountain on the Southern edge of the town I live in now, and on a clear Summer day it seems like there is a dingy haze peeking over the mountain from the other side, and I can almost smell the fragrant odors of sun-bleached concrete and overcooked Mexican food. Sometimes I wonder if for these past 7 years, all I've really accomplished is to find a hidden suburb.
World loops back around. You're actually in Vail.
Freakish..It DOES sound like Vail. One of few places where yuppies and rednecks can come together in a community and...well..continue to ignore each other.
Sounds like The City. Live next to your neighbor for 30 years, and never know his name. Except that nobody lives anywhere for 30 years anymore, because you gotta keep moving, keep hustling, keep clawing your way up to the prize.
You DO want the prize, don't you?
I've had a good long look at what they call The Prize, Roger. It's just as shallow and as much of a facade as they themselves have and are. This dissatisfies me in a way that I can't quite explain, except that I think it contributes to me occasionally losing my mind.
I've thought long and hard, Roger. I don't want that prize. From here, it looks more like a toll than anything. I think most of us already have enough of those that we don't need to chase after another.
Quote from: Mistress Freeky on March 03, 2010, 07:43:07 PM
Quote from: Doktor Howl on March 03, 2010, 06:36:01 PM
Quote from: Sister_Gothique on February 05, 2010, 10:07:34 PM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on February 04, 2010, 06:41:05 PM
Quote from: vexati0n on February 04, 2010, 06:23:33 PM
Quote from: Mistress Freeky on February 04, 2010, 05:44:13 PM
I had a thought, maybe yesterday, maybe a couple days ago. I was looking over towards those small mountains west of Tucson, and thinking of how a person can't get any farther, because it just drops off into the ocean right there. Now, my parents frequently go to this place called "California", but I don't know about that, because there'd be an ocean in the way. I think you're right. People never leave here. They just like to pretend.
I left. I wandered north 7 years ago to a land called Wyoming. But there is a mountain on the Southern edge of the town I live in now, and on a clear Summer day it seems like there is a dingy haze peeking over the mountain from the other side, and I can almost smell the fragrant odors of sun-bleached concrete and overcooked Mexican food. Sometimes I wonder if for these past 7 years, all I've really accomplished is to find a hidden suburb.
World loops back around. You're actually in Vail.
Freakish..It DOES sound like Vail. One of few places where yuppies and rednecks can come together in a community and...well..continue to ignore each other.
Sounds like The City. Live next to your neighbor for 30 years, and never know his name. Except that nobody lives anywhere for 30 years anymore, because you gotta keep moving, keep hustling, keep clawing your way up to the prize.
You DO want the prize, don't you?
I've had a good long look at what they call The Prize, Roger. It's just as shallow and as much of a facade as they themselves have and are. This dissatisfies me in a way that I can't quite explain, except that I think it contributes to me occasionally losing my mind.
I've thought long and hard, Roger. I don't want that prize. From here, it looks more like a toll than anything. I think most of us already have enough of those that we don't need to chase after another.
Ho ho! That's not the real prize. That's just a cheap prop for the middle of the show.
The
real prize is the nice silver handles on the side of your coffin.
Hah! At the rate things are going, I'd be lucky to have shiny NICKEL handles on the side of my coffin. Lucky, I say!
Quote from: Mistress Freeky on March 03, 2010, 07:46:31 PM
Hah! At the rate things are going, I'd be lucky to have shiny NICKEL handles on the side of my coffin. Lucky, I say!
I just want you guys to dump whatever bits of me you don't eat into a random wash.
We'll take you out past Tombstone, so you can finally get the hell out of this city, and dump you in a random wash. Is that ok?
Quote from: Mistress Freeky on March 04, 2010, 05:39:24 PM
We'll take you out past Tombstone, so you can finally get the hell out of this city, and dump you in a random wash. Is that ok?
The monsoons would only wash me back into town.
You know this.
Yeah... I guess they would...
Bump, because Freeky has been excessively cheerful.
I will bet you I can read this whole thread and still be Happy Cheerful Fun Time Freeky!
ETA: Yup, still cheerful.
Quote from: Professor Freeky on March 24, 2010, 02:05:49 AM
I will bet you I can read this whole thread and still be Happy Cheerful Fun Time Freeky!
ETA: Yup, still cheerful.
It's
green Freeky. The whole rest of the town is black & white. But it's green.
I wonder if it's spreading?
If it does, I'll start laughing.
YOU, sir, are contagious. :D
Quote from: Professor Freeky on March 24, 2010, 02:50:49 AM
If it does, I'll start laughing.
YOU, sir, are contagious. :D
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:lol:
e: this reads like my city
Quote from: Sepia on March 25, 2010, 12:01:52 AM
e: this reads like my city
Everyone lives in The City, Sepia, and nobody lives anywhere else.
I admit, I've been way too happy and cheerful, considering where I am and my current situation. But freedom of movement can do that, you know. It seems that recently, I don't want to get mad. I am quite content to go about my business in a pacified way. The City, however, doesn't like people being content and happy. It throws anything and everything in my way, one thing after another, keeping me from doing what I need to and thus pissing me off entirely. But today, as I tried to take a deep breath and got a noseful of fresh-tar-and-diesel-fumes air (and promptly began gagging), I figured it out.
The angriness of The City directly corresponds to the happiness of You, the inhabitant. When you get happier, The City gets angrier. And then fucks your day up as thoroughly as possible, causing you to become UNhappy.
So here's my thinking; If you piss off The City, do you win? It feels like winning, just like it feels like a win when someone punches you in the face when they can't think of anything to say to a snarky one-liner that pissed them off. No, your prize isn't particularly nice but hot damn, you got a reaction!
So I've decided. I'm going to win at being happy, and keep my shit-eating-grin when everything goes to hell, because I'll know. Oh yes.
Love from
Mistress Professor Freeky
I am going to piss off The City.
One day, I'm going to kill it.
Oh, yes.
And victory shall be yours!
Quote from: Professor Freeky on March 25, 2010, 03:02:05 AM
And victory shall be yours!
Hardcore weirdness.
This weekend.
Be prepared.
Dok,
Is driving the train this weekend.
:eek:
Soo... will there be room for BBQ beef or no?
It's frozen right now, so I could make it next weekend instead.
Quote from: Professor Freeky on March 25, 2010, 03:19:27 AM
:eek:
Soo... will there be room for BBQ beef or no?
It's frozen right now, so I could make it next weekend instead.
YES. OF COURSE.
I must remove it from freezer! :D
Also, I must go to the ex's for diapers, my key (accidently locked Ronnie out this morning, oops), and my crock pot. Awaaay!
Quote from: Professor Freeky on March 25, 2010, 03:24:05 AM
I must remove it from freezer! :D
Also, I must go to the ex's for diapers, my key (accidently locked Ronnie out this morning, oops), and my crock pot. Awaaay!
THE CONDEMNED ATE A HEARTY MEAL.
Just got to remember; When life kicks you in the nads, it means you're winning.
When life kicks you in the nads, it means you're winning.
When life kicks you in the nads...
Quote from: Professor Freeky on March 25, 2010, 05:11:02 AM
Just got to remember; When life kicks you in the nads, it means you're winning.
When life kicks you in the nads, it means you're winning.
When life kicks you in the nads...
...It means your nads hurt.
PROTIP: The winner isn't the one with swollen and bruised genitalia, unless LMNO is somehow involved.
Well, then, I'm stumped as to how you know when you've accomplished something, because either nothing happens at all out you're lying face down in the coyote poop particles.
Quote from: Professor Freeky on April 05, 2010, 11:41:06 PM
Well, then, I'm stumped as to how you know when you've accomplished something, because either nothing happens at all out you're lying face down in the coyote poop particles.
Sure it does.
That's when the dust weasels put their raep pance on.
Quote from: Doktor Howl on April 05, 2010, 09:12:32 PM
Quote from: Professor Freeky on March 25, 2010, 05:11:02 AM
Just got to remember; When life kicks you in the nads, it means you're winning.
When life kicks you in the nads, it means you're winning.
When life kicks you in the nads...
...It means your nads hurt.
PROTIP: The winner isn't the one with swollen and bruised genitalia, unless LMNO is somehow involved.
Quote from: Doktor Howl on April 06, 2010, 01:52:05 AM
Quote from: Professor Freeky on April 05, 2010, 11:41:06 PM
Well, then, I'm stumped as to how you know when you've accomplished something, because either nothing happens at all out you're lying face down in the coyote poop particles.
Sure it does.
That's when the dust weasels put their raep pance on.
I LIKE WHERE THIS FREAD IS GOINGK.