2015-01-05 bruised / and battered

 

              2015-01-05        bruised / and battered

             

              ‘I was bruised and battered’ Bruce Springsteen sings it better in his dirge Philadelphia from the Jonathan Demme film of the same name , ‘I didn’t know / how I felt.  I was unrecognizable / to myself.’  Course The Boss gets away with rhyming couplets / like that, but hopefully you get the idea.

              Looking out over a lunar landscape from the windows of the cindominium, (y)our man Cin the humble(d) narrator of (t)his Take This Thing Back to Baltime-moires and bruised / and battered can’t help but How Does It Feel of this frigid Just Another Manic Monday evening that his time might be better spent / elsewhere, namely in Luskvegas ensuring that (y)our (wo)men the(ir) M and P Nosluoc aren’t as cold as they might have been yesterday evening, when the power went out and only the warmth of the faux-fireplace’s faux-furnace, powered by the gas generator, kept them / warm.  ‘Downton Abbey’ played on the telee, also powered up strangely enough by the electricity provided by the  generator, while the oven but not the fridge remained cold (well, also the fridge but in a good way), somefink to do with the 220 volt power required by the former but not / the latter. 

              Course to be fair, Cin was of half of what’s left of his mind to head out there to Luskvegas on his way home from work this after, until he realized that his car’s half-baked headlights – they go into parking mode when the fuse is removed, and into one high beam / one dead altogether mode when the fuse goes back in, ‘did he give you’ Don Rickles aksed it better of Tony Danza after Danza hugged Frank Sinatra on stage at a tribute, ‘the dead  / eyes?’  - made the trip to the country too risky, and not only for the fact that a police might pull / him over, but that on oncoming maniacal driver might miss the head-lights altogether and then ‘fin’ their Da and Russell Banks both call the Sweet Hereafter better, ‘de la visite.’

              Course none  of this pontificating prevented Cin from firing up the generator yesterday after at their M and P’s place in Luskvegas, though it served no electrical purpose other than having the telee deliver  the Downton / Abbey season opener, and having the generator run for the five-hour length of the power outage and two full tanks / of gas, as well as providing more noise pollution than Cin would have thought / possible, to boot.  And it doesn’t prevent him even now from doing the dishes up on out on up on out on up on out on up in the cindominium  bare-chested  with the heat blasted up to 25 degrees celcius even as outside the cindominium it’s after blowing 25 degrees in the opposte / direction, it’s fucking cold up on out on up on out on up on out up here, people.

 

              Still it’s early yet, innit Sweet Home Chicago, though the dateline of tonight’s Take This Thing Back to Baltime-moires and bruised / and battered isn’t exactly after making (y)our man Cin How Does It Feel like the young ‘un that he once / was, full of piss / and vinegar, just full now of piss, with the vinegar subtracted, ‘don’t worry honey’ Homer Simpson as always says it better to wife Marge – before during and after being reminded by Marge that while on the road with Cheech of Cheech and Chong fame, Homer’s only deadly sin can be that of ‘gluttony’ but not those of ‘rage’ and ‘lust’ – ‘I’ll come home all kind of angry / and horny’, hangry is all / we gots.

Good times, The Simpsons book-end his days now, he videed an episode this morning after waking up in the country – ‘at least my best friend’ his exasperated Ma told him decades ago, before during and and after during one or another of the times during which Cin went home, tail between his legs, to lick / his wounds over the course of his cameo up on out on up on out on up on out on this Dog and Pony Show  sa far, ’aren’t a cartoon / family’ - and two more at home in the cindominium while Rain-Manning the place all kind of spic-and-span, which is Cin’s wont as of late of a Just Another Manic Monday, the day of the week during which he has been fasting, horroregime zero-style, for a couple of months.  As with horroregime zero, the hunger returns with bells on of a Tuesday after as it does of a Thirstday when it comes to horroregime zero, but once you start quitting stuff, it’s not hard to quit / everything, regime zeros is all / we gots.

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