2014-12-26 me-moirs and (b) / (f) / (s) / (c)
log
'And I
would love / a joint' Joaquim Phoenix playing, well Joaquim Phoenix in I'm Still Here
says it better as he and his crew / entourage drive around Washington, D.C.
looking to get an invitation to Barrack Obama's inauguration or whatnot, 'but
we're in Washington / and every day is not / Christmas', and he's right, thank
Christ, innit Electrified JC, cinaugurations is all / we gots.
'If it
didn't exist' Cin has been recycling his line du mois / all mois, 'we would
have / to (c)invent it', speaking of course of your birthday, innit Electrified
JC (that's enough -id.), Happy Birthday anyway, Bonne Fete. Cin videed your eyes on your wall mural
version at the church on Christmas Eve two nights ago, as is his wont when he's
after attending the church, and this time your eyes seemed / forgiving, which
is go(o)d, forgiveness is all / we gots.
Otherwise
the day / week / month is no picnic. Cin
sat hatched-faced before during and after after dinner last night, like
Phoenix in the movie , 'just pretend' Cin said it better 'I'm / not here'. It's a good line, dropped first by Cin, a
long time ago in a galaxy far far away, after a local golf lady and her
foursome passed Cin and his droogs playing golf on the 16th hole, but saw fit
to say 'hello' only to one of the four, and not the one you'd necessarily /
expect, 'just pretend' Cin quipped right afterwards, 'we're / not here', the
moment came about almost certainly by the local golf lady's unexpected need to
come up with a line on the spot. 'Well'
was another line Cin dropped about same golf lady's daughter, after being aksed
by the daughter's husband whether Cin had ever (c)invested / in art, and both
answered no, 'you invested / in her', referring to and nodding in the general
direction of his cinterrogator's / wife.
Cin thought it was flattering and a good line, not unlike the time in
College where KD showed up and sat at our Proctor dining hall table, and Cin
actually stood / up, he means literally, good cinvestments is all / we gots.
Good
times, Cin took several cat naps this after before during and after after
leaving, like Nic
Cage, Luskvegas. 'I'm not needy' the
erstwhile Christmas card - must be nice, innit Electrified JC (that's enough
-id.) - said it better at the mall, 'I'm / wanty', and Cin was wanty of a soft
bed and housemates who don't shout out in their sleep in the middle o' the
night, and not a creature was stirring, not even / a mouse, you two little
monsters will shout out of course, especially tonight after Cin's absence of
two nights away from / the cindominium, but two nights away from / the
cindominium / is plenty and Cin had to get home. When your birfday falls on a Thirstday, it
generally works out for the best, as his cinevitable unholy thirst of that day
every time it pops up on the calendar is otherwise slaked by a more holy day,
your birfday.
Friday
becomes the 26th of the month on those weeks, and Cin loses less sleep sneaking
home after two nights away, knowing that he'll be back to Luskvegas of a Sunday
for Mass with his Da as is his wont as of late.
He managed to track down the last hard copy of the NYT this after, and
read it cover to cover in the Starbucks on Elgin Street, home in the past of
many many of Cin's (s) / (b) / (m) / (gl) and just plain / adventures. It's less sad than you might think, given
that global warming means that it's 10 above clecius today, summer / weather,
and he could have read the damn thing on the bench / outside, which he has of
course many times in the past, though the past as Faulkner said is not behind
us, it's not even / past.
Cin has
spent quality time on Elgin Street during his cameo up on out on up on out on
up on out on up on out on up on this Dog and Pony Show, he lived with his
cousin and husband, innit Estelle, in a rent-controlled apartment for a summer,
in a neighborhood where $500 rent back then would be five times that much /
today. He lived down the street later
during his cameo up on out on up on out on up on this Dog and Pony Show, 'I
finally made it' Cin wrote it facetiously enough at the time of his new
location, 'to Park / Avenue', though it was true, he lived for a year in a
basement apartment before during and after the fumes from vehicles on Elgin
Street outside literally chocked him out / the place, 'he said you had quite',
one of his clients at the time said it better to Cin of an erstwhile cinversation
in those halcyon pre-Regime Zero nights and days and decades and that he had had with her boyfriend while
looking for his keys, 'a cinversation'.
'Sisters' you said it better innit monsieur debonaire of that night
where we woke up naked in Cin's bed, after a night upstairs at Maxwell's and
nothing more needed to / be said. 'Dude'
Cin said it better to his brother-in-law after his sister booked them into the
same aforementioned bar / restaurant for brunch one Regime Zero Father's Day or
another, and the staff came by one by one to say hello to Cin, 'I used / to
live here.'
Good
times, another year RIP - 'we measure time in very / different ways' Dr. Lecter
says it better to Agent Starling in Jonathan Demme RIP’s film take on Thomas
Harris’ The
Silence of the Lambs, and for the same reasons as Cin up on out on up
on ut on up on out on up on out under
House Arrest in everything but name up on out on up on out on up in the
cindominium, and Cin measures years by your birfday, innit Electrified JC -
'and so this is Christmas' John Lennon akses it better, 'and what / have you
done?'
Well, Cin
hulk-smashed away at this Take This Thing Back to Baltimore me-moirs and
(f) / (b) / (c) / (s) log - 'don't it make' Warren Zevon akses it better in this
song, today's edition of the same slog brought to you of course by the letter
'Z', 'you want to rock and roll / all night ?' - until his fingers ble(e)d,
innit perfesser, '1000 views' Cin said it better as of late of the relative
success of this Take This Thing Back to Baltimore me-moirs anjd (f) /
(s) / (c) , 'and zero / likes', hulk-smashing is all / we gots.
LOL,
'genius' (y)our man the French General
said it better said it better, 'is endless / patience'. 'He's the hairy-handed gent who ran amuk in
Kent' Zevon sings it better now, innit Mo, of the title character of his howl Werewolves
in London, 'lately he's been overheard / in Mayfair.' Course when you're tired of London, (y)our English(wo)man
said it better, you're tired / of life, and the same could be said / of
Luskvegas, to where Cin repaired to as of late, and then / returned, 'when you
sleep in your childhood bed' Cin dragged out another tired line to the
aformentioned shouting sleeper, also staying in Luskvegas over Christmas - he
tries out these lines first in this Take This Thing Back to Baltimore me-moirs
and (f) / (s) / © log to his followers before trying them out ad nauseum on-stage
so to speak , 'all of this Dog and Pony Show a stage', Shakespeare said it
better and differently, 'and we / but players on it' - 'it's either violent
nightmares or you sleep like / the dead', endless / patience is all / we gots.
Good
times, these two nights one of the former and one / the latter, as usual Cin
Netflix'ed himself to what passed as sleep both nights, the(ir) M and P Nosluoc’s
house has a no-limit hi-speed account and Cin takes full advantage of it when
he's after staying out there, home being the man said it better, the only place
where they can't kick / you out while you're after licking / your wounds, or
words to that / extent. Last night's TV viewing
pleasure was HBO's mini-series 'Olive Kitteridge', the rare tele-novella set in
Maine that's not written by you, innit Mr. King, though the network's
designation of the 4 episodes as 'Season One' doesn't make a link of sense,
given the fact that after the first promising episode, the director and
producers or wtf then preceeded to jam in the rest of the events from the novel
and of of your poor woman and title character Olive Kitteridge's life into the next three, by the last one
everyon's dead, including the family / dog,
what else could Season Two / entail ?
Frances
McDormand plays retired schoolmarm Olive and plays / her well, dropping
acid-laden one-liners to her hatchet-faced Maine neighbors, dropping acid-laden
one-liners to our Maine neighbors. This
mini-series jumps the shark as it tries to jam every season into one season,
must be a TV Thing, scraping / for ratings, for various reasons this Take
This Thing Back to Baltimore me-moirs and (s) / (f) / © log doesn't have /
that worry haha, 'life' Cin said it better to a flabergasted relative on his
birfday - and it was no / compliment to this Dog and Pony Show, 'you and I
measure time' Dr. Lecter says it better to Clarisse Starling in 'Silence' ' in
very different / ways ' - 'is l o
o o n
n n n
g g g
g ‘.
Good
times, and so this is Christmas, John Lennon akses it better, and what have you
done dear reader ? 'You can't' a writer wrote it better in the
NYT Book Review as of late, acknowledging the impossibility of trading barbs
with your zero haters and zero followers on-line, 'win', and he's right, you
can't / win. Cin tries to be a good
Christian, innit Electrified JC (that's enough -id.), a good wage-slave, a good
son and brother, a good god-father innit Michael Corleone, a good (f) / (s) / ©
logger, a good friend - 'I can spare' he lied / texted a friend aksing for a
'loan' this after better, '$500.00' - what more can you aks of / a taxpayer,
'I'm not a businessman, ' Jay-Z sings it better, 'I'm a business, man.'
Course (y)our man their Da Nosluoc got a five-star review of his own book, 'your' -
the reviewer wrote it better in his read-aloud letter yesterday after,
referring to their Da's recent Opus Magnus, the tome previously known as 'Death
/ and Dying', innit perfesser, and garnering a laugh from Cin as everyone
else in the room glared , though not for the reasons / that
they likely suspected, namely that it is terrific / writing - 'memoir'. 'Death
and Dying' is sort of a memoir, like 'I'm Still Here' is sort of but not really
an auto-biographical film, like this Take This Thing Back to Baltimore me-moirs
and (f) / (s) / (b) / (c) log is sort of a me-moir / Dear Diary, but they're all three something
elses / altogether. 'Where is' Cin akses
your man Scratchy the Cat now better, who as usual glares / at him 'Death / and
Dying' ? , the book like all good Things
came in a limited edition and Cin's may be back / in Luskvegas for Christ's
sakes, innit Electrified JC,
What it
is is that before during and after (y)or man their Da tumbled from the roof and
into a ten-day coma some twenty years ago - and then came to and first thing
pulled a Camel stubby from Cin's shirt pocket, innit Cash - he decide to write
/ his me-moirs, specifically as they related to Death / and Dying. Their Da's me-moirs' title has metamorphised
over the years, for marketing if not liability purposes, innit Aliegri Dante,
into 'Paradise Found', but for decades Cin and his fellow-editors knew it as
'Death / and Dying', and so it remains for Cin - between all the drugs and the
booze and the cincussions and the drama and we weren't that bright / to begin
with, innit DD - in what's left / of his mind.
Like some
poor soul looking for clues within the pages of this Take Thing Back to
Baltimore me-moirs and Dear Diary of what may have transpired during its'
creator's cameo up on out on up on out on up on out on up on out on up so far
on this Dog and Pony Show, Cin and his fellow-editors pored for clues within
the pages of their Da's me-moirs 'Death and Dying' for clues as to its' authors
philosophies and opinions of this Dog and Pony Show. 'Why' Cin aksed his taciturn Da in absentia
while speaking to a cousin over the phone after reciting a paragraph or two from
their Da's Magnus Opus, 'don't you TALK / like that ?' Course the same might be said / aksed of you
humble / humbled / humiliated narrator when he's off-line and sulking after a dinner
gone sideways - 'he never graduated' the Crime Book reviewer of the NYT Book
Review Mario Stasio wrote it better of the protagonists of one of the books she
was reviewing, and yes Cin's been reading for a change, inch'Allah, 'from
obedience / school' - maybe the apple doesn't fall far from / the tree, innit
Da, never graduating from obedience school is all / we gots.
Haha he
lies / like a rug, innit Scratchy, here's 'Paradise Found' now, and an excerpt
: 'Surely judgment will be more about a full response to the Creator and to
life than a mere accounting of moral debits and credits or human failing.' More than 'a mere accounting of moral debits
and credits or human failing,' that's / a
keeper, innit Scratchy, or anyway we both of us better / hope so, 'I've
done' Ruger Hauer's replicant Roy says it better to his own Creator Tyrell in
Ridley Scott's Bladerunner,
'some questionable / things', and 'I've done' Harvey Keitel's Bad Lieutenant
says it better to a hallucinated JC in Abel Ferrar's movie of the same name,
'so many bad / things'.
Course
'tis the season for forgiveness and saying ‘sayunara’ to the year gone by and
the year / to come, 'and so' Lee Strasburg's Hyman Roth says it better to the
assembled gangsters in Havana after a speech - Cuba again newly freed up at the
end of this year to be over-run by organized crime - in Coppola's 'The
Godfather Part Two, offering cake / on his birthday, 'enjoy'.
Thank you
for reading this Take This Thing Back to Baltimore me-moirs and (b) /
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