2016.6.27 I live in the zone / now

 2016.6.27    I live in the zone / now 

 

Behold / the (f) / (s) / (b) / (c) and just plain / logger innit Itt.  He riseth early-ish in the mourning – 7 bells by the two cellphones and the laptop alarm, ‘two telcos’ the paraplegic bank robber in Michael Mann’s immor(t)al crime epic of a film Heat says it better to de Niro’s Neal McAuey before during and after describing the alarm system at the bank, their latest / score, ‘and / a cellular ‘ – two telcos and a cellular is all / we gots.

 

Mighty are / his preparations ‘not in’ went the extent of the subject line and text of the e-mailing in / sad message he sent, ‘today’.  People he took a three-day / week-end, though on each of these days he worked four, two and six hours respectively, ‘that’s’ Marge Simpson says it better to husband Homer after he too has briefly taken up being a workaholic cinstead of, well, the other one, ‘my favorite / ‘-aholic’, my favorite / -aholic is all / we gots.

 

Good times, course it’s easier to cintemplate, execute and implement a three day week-end when you’re after spending Saturday and Sunday in Luskvegas over on the Quebec side, and that’s exactly what your man the cinfamous (s) / (f) / © / (b) / and just plain / logger and humble(d) narrator of (t)his Take This Thing Back to Baltimore me-moirs and mou®ning did, this mourning (it’s ‘morning’, cyclops, until of course / it isn’t -id.).

 

He doesn’t do it / often – ‘you’ one of his fellow Definitions trainers, from the boogie Down Bronx, innit Adam, said it better to him back in the day, and this is the one word that Cin wants on / his tombstone, ‘diesel’ – ‘I don’t aks much’ Gabriel Byrne’s Tom Regan says it better to Albert Finney’s Leo before doing / just that, in the Coen Brothers’ criminally under-dated film noir Miller’s Crossing ‘and I don’t aks / often’, though of course it’s ‘ask’, both times.

 

 ‘Where I live is with my Mamma and Dadda’ Malcolm Macdowell’s Little Alex says it better of his own version / of Luksvegas in Kubrick’s take on Anthony Burgess’ A Clockwork Orange, ‘in unit 26D, flat cellblock 11’, or / thereabouts, and where Cin works / is a ho®net’s nest, working in a ho®net’s nest is all / we gots, ‘just when you think it can’t get any worse’ he is working on his ©ubicombs line for tomorrow about / the same, it gets / worse’, getting worse just when you think it can’t get any is all / we gots.

 

That, and Eastern Promises, David Cronenburg’s masterpiece about Russian mafia in London, England, perhaps the last of the genre about a London pre-B®exit, and before during and after it all turns into all-Coronation Street, all / the time.   ‘I died when I was fifteen’ Vitto Morgenson’s driver / goombah / spoiler alert nundercover cop / bobby (?) says it better as he gets made by the other ®ussian oligarchs in the film, and this after the other ®ussian oligarohs gave given him the gears about his worthless Mamma and Dadda – ‘she’s’ the Siberian-looking goombah says it better,  ‘a whore’ but gets no reaction from tough-guy Vitto, who wants to get / his sta®  - ‘I live in the zone now’, living in the zone now is all / we gots.

 

Course along with Vitto this movie’s got Naomi Watts, as a nurse no less, Watts one of the few ®epeat performers within the vault of the ©indominium permanent DVD ©ollection, along with Clint Eastwood – all of the Dirty Harry movies, what they came in a four-pack, ©heap ! – and ditto Mel Gibson, for the Mad Max and Lethal Weapon versions I to X, and of course, Jack, ‘herrrrrre’s’ – What Would the  poster of Jack busting through the bathroom door in Kubrick’s take on your The Shining innit Mr. King, aping Ed MacMahon introducing Johnny Carson and trying to correct wife Wendy as Delbert Grady corrected his own wife and twins back in the day, innit It, ‘Johnny!’, only the poster that they gave Cin at work is subtitled ‘heeeeerrrrre’s / Cin !’ only without the bar oblique, without the bar oblique is all / we gots, ‘do my colleagues’ Cin asked it better over the cinternet (oh please hooker -id.) after finding said poster front and centre on his desk, ‘love  and / or fear  / me?’, loving and / or fearing me is all / we gots, that and Cin gets mistaken for Jack all / the time now, getting mistaken for Jack all / the time is all / we gots, ‘wait’ – What Would Jack say as The Joker in Batman – ‘’til they get a load / of me’, innit It.

 

Here’s the ®ussian crooner in Eastern Promises / the movie, stealing every scene / he’s in, stealing every scene / he’s in is all / we gots.  Scene is reminiscent of that time in Santa Barbara – what, it’s true, this little town has a golf cart that drives people around, for money – when you crooned that Elvis song on the ka®aoke, innit Johnny Mo, though for the life of Cin (and for his life / of sin, -id, ‘I have a good’ Cin prepared a line for tomorrow, ‘bad / memory’, having a good bad / memory is all / we gots) he can’t remember which Elvis song, and the bouncer went from unholy rage at the beginning of the song to near-tears by / the end, ‘it was nice’, the Scandinavian (Dutch ?) lesbian exchange student said it better as a literal spoken rendition of her Dear John letter at the end of that particular / night, innit John, ‘to meet you’ before heading to the airBnB with / her girlfiriend, heading to the airBnB with / her girlfiriend is all / we gots.  ‘Nice’ was your line on that speedy drive home to L.A., your outraged voice bellowing for all and sundry to hear as only a ©hoir master’s outraged voice / can, your outraged voice bellowing for all and sundry to hear is all / we gots.

 

What it is in Cronenburg’s Eastern Promises is that a ®ussian prostitot living in London dies early in the film, ostensibly at the hands of Vitto’s boss and / or Vitto himself, and then (y)our (wo)man Naomi Watts’ good Samaritan plays Nancy Drew as we do before during and after (wo)managing to fit all of the basbushka dolls one into the next and on top of  the next and solving / the ©rime.  ‘They arrived today’ one of the goombahs says it better to the other about the assasins from Chechnya come to take out / the trash, ‘from the mountains’.

 

Arriving today from the mounstains is all / we gots, week-ends for Cin these days cinvolves driving out at high speed to Luskvegas, ordering ludicrous Pay-Per-View $6.00 movies – this week-end’s Pay-Per-View movie harvest cincluded one about JC and his Mamma and Dadda wandering around Egypt in about  the year 7 or 8, though not B.C. and not A.D., what exactly is the nomeclatu®e for the years when you were after actually being / alive, innit Electrified JC – from TGIFF®iday evening all the way to Sunday evening, up to and cincluding the meat in the sandwich, the ostensible high light of a singleton living the thug life, Another Sadu®day Night and I Ain’t Got Nobody, innit Cat Stevens.

 

Between Pay-Per-View – and mad cable – movies, Cin goes for a run of a Sadurday after, it’s an hour trot, made somewhat longer at least in what’s left of Cin’s mind, between all of the week-ends in Luskvegas and the dissolution and we weren’t that bright, innit DD,  to begin with, by the fact that Cin’s left shoulder and arm are essentially / lifeless, and swing by his side for long periods as he tries to exorcise (it’s ‘exercise’, William Friedkin, -id.) of a hot, hazy and humid Sadurday after, innit Itt.

 

 

Good times, course hulk-smashing away at this Take This Thing Back to Baltimore me-moirs and and bu®den / to bear has also up until recently been out of the realm of / the feasible because a surfeit  – ‘there are two ®ules about bla©k-out d®inking’ a fellow-suffe®er wrote it better, ‘one, that if you can’t remember it, it never / happened, ‘and two, that if you can’t remember it, it probably / happened’ – of se©rets, all kinds of se©rets is all / we gots.    

 

That, and ‘you should write / a book’, everyone gets told this and a certain percintage even swear up and down that we’ll be after doing / just that, hulk-smashing away at this Take This Thing Back to Baltimore me-moirs and all kinds / of secrets is all / we gots.

 

That, and fancy ©offee, Cin measured out ten one-©up coffee filters earlier this Just Another Mani© Monday evening - ‘it’s too’ he said it better of the alternative, filling and then making one cup of coffee at / a time of a mourning (oh please hooker you managed to get up the last three mornings, though granted two of them were at 10h30, -id. though course he’s ‘assupposed to be living the Thug Life, la Vida Lo©a, of a cingleton -id.), ‘sad’, too sad is all we gots – and then brewed a cup or four before sitting down to hulk-smash away at this Take This Thing Back to Baltimore me-moirs and a cup or four, brewing a cup or four .

 

Yes dear readers your humble / humbled / humiliated narrator of this Take This Thing Back to Baltimore me-moirs and double-secret p®obation got sermonized last week ©hapter and ve®se from the ©ubicombs Bible, innit Electrified JC.  It’s terribly old the first time, and then gets progressively really old really fast the next time and the time after that, getting really old really fast is all / we gots.  ‘Seems a little’ Cin said it better after yet another in a long long long long long long long long (that’s enough -id.) series of (wo)managers figured that the best way to saddle a stallion is to hobble it at / its knees, ‘dracinian’ only it was of course ‘draconian’ and it’s a bad bad bad bad bad bad bad (that’s enough -id) speech that he he’s heard many many times, cinfinitum, a bad bad bad bad bad bad bad (that’s enough -id) speech that he he’s heard many many times, cinfinitum is all / we gots.    

 

Who knows / cares ?  It’s a very cinteresting gig that the has in the ©ubicombs these days, worldwide logistics, fascinating really and he doesn’t even have / to cintax that last one, but not for the first or last time, he knows that the ©ubicombs is probably not / for him, and that anyone with any sand and / or smarts gets out / the ©ubicombs as fast as the elevator can arrive, ‘you got’ Cin wanted to say in another elevator back in the day but didn’t during the course of yet another in a sick series of firings and SE®Los by yet another in an even longer if such a Thing is possible, series of socio- and pyscho-pathic (wo)managers, this one inflicted on a ©olleague, as said colleague was perp-walked down the elevator by building security, getting perp-walked down the elevator by building security is all / we gots, ‘guy’, getting the wrong guy is all / we gots.

 

Good times, ‘life’ he cinsists to all and sundry who deign / to listen, ‘is too / long’ to spend any amount of time other than zero with any of these endless series of vindictive, petty socio- and psychopaths, though he dresses  the second part up a little a lot and makes / faces as he does so, a spoonful of sugar to make the medicine go / down, a spoonful of sugar to make the medicine go / down is all / we gots, it’s a va®iation of course on the theme of this Dog and Pony Show, this so-called life – ‘did you know that the middle half of ‘life’, Dennis Hopper’s war photographer character akses it better of Martin Sheen’s Captain Willard, in Coppola’s Apocalypse Now, and a better question really was never / aksed, ‘is / ‘if’ ?’, knowing that the middle half of ‘life’ is / ‘if’ is all / we gots ? - this Thug Life, this Vida Loca, being too / short, course whoever said that never lived through this last / week-end, this last / month, this last / year, this last decade this last / cintury (oh please hooker -id.).

 

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