I hear too many arrogant voices tell tales of our demise as if our words never mattered. Fuck them all where it is dark and dangerous!
The problem is that we all got sick and diseased and dying or even in some cases dead but dead is only a journey into a deeper consciousness or into the sonic dream of David Lynch coupled with some Oliver Stone. We would have Mickey Rourke starring with Lady Gaga co-starring with a steam infused sex scene involving a fold away bed and small figurines of the original Star Wars characters. What a pleasant drea… No wait let’s get back to reality here… They are about to put another IV in because my blood pressure is unbelievably high and they want to give me intravenous drugs to keep my heart happy and they won’t have to start my heart back up when it stops… Wait, you know what, fuck reality. I’m done with reality. I am going back to my dream world and drift into the realm of…
Annie Cosmic is standing next to my bed and even though I am sound asleep she enters into my dreams and I see her standing there dressed in a full body skin tight shining black leather jumpsuit with knee high come-fuck-me boots. Her sleek black hair hangs down onto her shoulders and down her back. I think to myself aloud, “It’s much longer than the last time I saw her.”
Annie purrs, “Yes, lover it is a lot longer and blacker.” Annie slides out of her boots and out of the jumpsuit and stands by my bed naked gleaming in the moonlight that is streaming through my bedroom, kitchen and living room/bathroom hospital roo…
Wait! What the hell?! Hospital room? What the Sam Hell is going on here? I didn’t plan into my soul search life plan…
But it’s true grass stoner you have been in and out of hospitals for more than a year and frankly I am sick and tired of the whole experience. Man it has taken this long to sink in… I don’t want to go out with a whimper. I want to roar like a lion in heat! I want to… Oh wait it’s time for the tech to give me a bath and to wipe my ass and to take my blood pressure, my pulse and my temperature for the twelfth damn time today and the specimen cups full of pills. I ain’t shitting you it’s twice a day. Once in the morning and once in the evening. The specimen cups are half way full of brightly colored pills that I take along with three occasions of taking these horse size beauties that are used to bind themselves to my food so that it can remove potassium from my system. I think. I’m really not sure. I‘ve almost pinpointed it to the fact that I take these pills and physical therapy either has me on the table stand or the lunch table stand or the wheelchair and with this combo I begin to hurl the White Castle sandwiches and onion chipsthat my brother went and got me. Tacami came in to visit today and I sent him after four White Castle cheeseburgers and onion chips. Man it was heaven going down and hell coming back up a few hours later but I have to admit it was worth it.
Funny I used to think the same thing after a good binge drunk with Tacami and dear brother or a hallucigentic speed drenched evening at the “warehouse” with TC, Roger and fat boy. It was never a good experience and frankly today was a bad trip in its own right. So, it means that I have to pay even more attention to my diet and health and, ah fuc…
I wonder sometimes, do I use the word fuck too much? Na those people that get offended are the same ones bitching to the Open Salon old timers calling us bad writers and wallowing in our stench or something like that. It’s all just random bullshit with a mix of regret, cynicism and envy going on and they attack those of us that have perfected our stream of consciousness free floating anxiety riddled hallucinatory mad cap nightly dark comedy on every Saturday wait! There’s a shadow in the corner. It’s time for me to go and watch some B flick blood drenched sex infused horror satanic movie to get my mind off of all of this negative, black depressing mind (here we go again) fucking nightmare.
Be back well you know the rest.
Wow it took me a couple days of excruciating leg pain and the distractions of dialysissy, nurses, doctors and techs for me to finally get back to THIS. What were we talking about? Oh yea! How much Open Salon sucks big fat, well enough of that now. It’s the whole world that has gone to hell in a handmade hand basket.
What this seemingly negative outlook really means is “yes the whole world is sinking into a cesspool of greed, lies and insanity” and our job as positive reinforcements to this negative bullshit is to do battle head on so to speak.
The first order of business is to clean up my own garden first and to begin walking a straighter path toward happiness and keeping a positive attitude then and only then can I judge others.
Ok so the title was to attract attention but in all honesty Open Salon does suck. It doesn’t suck horribly, just enough to be annoying which is what the probably feel about most of us on the site.
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I'm tired of faking it. Give peace a chance and not just making it all up.