the world is a beautiful place – lawrence ferlinghetti
the world is a beautiful place to be born into if you don’t mind happiness not always being so very much fun if you don’t mind a touch of hell now and then just when everything is fine because even in heaven they don’t sing all the time
the world is a beautiful place to be born into if you don’t mind some people dying all the time or maybe only starving some of the time which isn’t half so bad if it isn’t you
oh the world is a beautiful place to be born into if you don’t much mind a few dead minds in the higher places or a bomb or two now and then in your upturned faces or such other improperties as our name brand society is prey to with its men of distinction and its men of extinction and its priests and other patrolmen and its various segregations and congressional investigations and other constipations that our fool flesh is heir to
yes the world is the best place of all for a lot of such things as making the fun scene and making the love scene and singing low songs and having inspirations and walking around looking at everything and smelling flowers and goosing statues and even thinking and kissing people and making babies and wearing pants and waving hats and dancing and going swimming in rivers or picnics in the middle of the summer and just generally ‘living it up’
yes but then right in the middle of it comes the smiling mortician
aimee pantsed me and then fell over forward into a concrete slab, fence and big prickle bush. heh. so GP. serves her right. and sid gave me a rash. not the kind down there. and sid is a cat. ps. and phil got a wedge and stef’s sister wears her halloween costume the year after stef does. and i have a crush on the iron burn on their carpet.
fucking portugal shut up you fat lards driving thru town over and over i hope your flag gets pulled into your tire axle, you fake italians. sorry gunnar not you.
and fuck you starbucks. it’s obvious that i never ever go there when i am trying to concoct my coffee into not tasting like the swamp water they use to brew it. 4 fistfulls of sugar and some half n half and it still tastes like trash. here dad want the rest? there ya go.
im excited about magic pony parrty tonite, it’s gonna be hip hype hop.
i’m bringing blythe too and my camera. there’s a back patio but the bands might be playing not on it it’s pretty overcast. party goes ’til a little later than midnite. who knoooows when i’ll be there. prolly by nine. and i’m bringing an umbrella and yes it will be open indoors because that my friends, is how it’s done.
the raymi diet is coming along quite beautifully. lots of caffeine and cigarette low carbs the right fats sit-up central and fake tanning lotion. my metabolism is lightning. im like yo what is it in cigarettes tha makes me crap immediately and angelo is all something is in there that does it. it’s like magic.
i washed blythe’s hair yesterday, shampoo’d it and conditioned and blowdryed it and then put the straightener to it and burned half of her fucking hair off. sorry blythe. i’m glad i was able to get the burnt synthetic hair fibres off the ceramic hairthing if it were the cheaper one i used there is no way in hell that woulda come off.
am i the only one pretending to pay attention to soccer right now? i like it enough when im in a pub knee-deep in pints. last time in toronto i would be biking to work turn a corner and be right smack in the middle of chinks on cars setting off fireworks all frenzied and manic panic. every other day a new unit of nationality would be going balls mental. i lived in lil italy too so u can imagine what it was like.
i think i’m gonna jerk off now have a shower shave my snatch fix up my room and think about panama. superjudge wants me to bring him back a hat.
that’s stufinbap with no head or arms. i said lets play the terrorist funchop game and he said cool how do you play it and i said here let me show you and he said ARRRRGGGAJHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAH OW!! AOW im DYING IM DYING and i leaned him against the window like so to take his photograph and i said it was for a great cause because canada feels left out of the mix and he is vurry vurry brave.
shawnraymi is coming over with a hamburger and smokes. i wanna go for a run mebbe he will go too. maybe he will have fireworks. he usually has fireworks. i have my drug addict hang-out session later today. i’m voting conservative. me and dad are. and schrader i think. angelo is voting ndp, figures. heh. rick byers (conservative) looks like jfk too duder. i hope i don’t sleep thru voting. i wanna see dodgeball. i want my friggin bikini back. i want my whole body to be one fucking color. it’s pretty annoying that people’s heads are being chopped off. fuckin frig. well looks like they’re gettin’ ahead in life but it’s not something to be head-strong about or basically be all braggy and lose yer head over it. ok sorry. really i’m fucking mad as hell about this crap and if it were going on a year ago when i was mania mania mania i would be so not out of bed or even in the real world i’d be hospital-city where i basically belong. my mum wants to put me away in this 30 day rehab thing. i know i would just lie in my bed crying the whole time at nite. that’s when those places are toughest to be in. so tough at nite. so lonely. so sad. i think about doing this rehab thing just for material to write about. i’d write a whole damn book. the first institution i was in wouldn’t let me have my spiral-bound notebook but they let me have a pen. i fucking hate horsepitals.
go to the magic pony party tonite. regal beast it is. a rock show art show book launch cheap booze free to get in lots of hot toys to play with and a documentary filmage a la raymi. 785 queen st w. 416 861 1684. it’s the opening purrty nite duders. rock!
