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Saturday, October 08, 2005

toddler sees big bird, his teevee friend, breaks mommies distracted tourist grip and lurches towards his pal excitedly calling "bee bo, bee be, bee bo"....the bird in question is painted larger than life on a the side of a moving bus...
a security chain stretched between fat steel posts to stop the nasty terrorists saves this kid from being scraped out of the wheel well...this time...that would be a bit of a downer, hitting a human speed bump...maybe you can hear the head bursting like a dropped pumpkin, skissss, a sound that will stay with you for awhile...and then the day is shot waiting to be interviewed by the cops, watching mommies anguished wailing, the shaking, in shock bus driver who keeps saying "there was nothing i could do" as big bird looks on with the same inane expression of joy...eight feet of gore spattered advertisement...sesame place open on weekends thru november...one less consumer, one less believer, two new reruits to the prescripption drug army, neeeding their pills to get thru the days now, in quiet moments they still hear "bee bo" thump skisss...
so maybe the war on terror is doing something worthwhile afterall, showing tangible results...
i need a new war myself
im quitting the was on apathy, illiteracy and ignorance that i waged as a teacher
they win
so many people working so hard and getting something so wrong
i think my new war will be on pervert priests
i have this poverty lifestyle working anyway
i may as well take a vow and try to root out the secret homo priests
go undercover
try to make it through the repetitve "god this and god that" stuff and catch and kill monsters
undercover in the seminary
instant justice
a serial killer stalks the halls of st charles seminary but since hes killing twisted homo froccked freaks the only reason the cops want to talk to him is to give him a medal...
be the new priest in town
how did that work anyway?
some dude, out of the blue, administrative transfer, after living in boston for 25 years, being a real pillar of the community by day and sicko at night....
"so why'd you move to topeka father?"
"uumm, i needed a change of pace, to be somewhere out of the limelight to pursue my faith in christ almighty more devoutly."
the other preists would have to know why the transfers happened, as they know why father reilly was shipped out
"dont worry about it father, here in topeka our boys know how to show proper respect for a man of the cloth, you wont have anything to worry about, as a matter of fact johnny here is all set to recieve a 'special communion' from you if youd care to 'consecrate' him"

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Blogger phebsterG said...

Go St. Thomas Aquinas!

9:16 AM  

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