"cord dangling from an attic portal"
|
march 10th Word comes to me today that John Flach's death was ruled, "natural"...I'm told a green pea was found in his left lung. Boy, do we have those a lot. It doesn't matter (celan'a pas d'importance)...we go onwards. I hear someone is directing nasty, threatening email at my webmasters again. "Occupez-vous de vos affaires"...or do you HAVE any business of your own to mind? You are not BEING very HUMAN, hons. It would be RIDICULOUS to say that I would do well and be comfortable in a CULT situation. Especially if some loudmouth wants to spin all Jeezy Weezy or about the magic of at ole debil. I don't wanna hear that crap, nor do I wanna be called on it. Some sort of wonga wonga ritual dance about nuthin. BUT the SCHEME does come to me OFTEN. About 10 people with small sources of INCOME living together in filth in a field. (Champs). Look at it this way, "comrades". If each of the ten must and dos cough up $400.00 a month for pure savings...well, as a group that's $4,000.00. And in 10 months that's $80,000, you see? And in the months to follow this group would be approaching house buying territory. And a door could slam, and the 10 could whistle through their teeth and eat a Patsy-did-it cake and glug, glug, glug and CELEBRATE. "Eureka", they could say, "We've escaped from THEM". And you know out there in webland don't you, that YOU are the wretched things to be rid of? But then we examine the scheme further and see the reality of the difficulty of finding 10 such trustworthy people. Ten people who can keep an income flowing for a few years while barely living in a field and barely avoiding bitchy, selfish arrests. Ten people who can, in the end, live in a small space. And even if this could be done, there's always YOU, society at large, as NEiGHBORS. Ruinous, lying, authority calling neighbors. I can see it now, that in such a group I'd always be the one saying, "shush...be quiet; the neighbors are gonna freak out"; and my PRE POLICING would be conservatively annoying to the "free spirited" other 9 members of the "cult". Next thing you know a urine bucket goes flying over a surburban fence and the shit hits the fan. And our trendy nose-pierced youngest one is found with an amount of cocaine that wouldn't spread over the surface of the engraving of Monticello on whatever forgotten coin that's on. But for this the house is seized and we all sit miserably in the gutter where we can be well watched. Meanwhile, people like YOU flap your arms whilst a singin "that's the way uh huh uh huh I like it". This is the way one thinks when approaching freedom. It's a nice dream...don't suppose you see clearly the part about rising from the field. This has brought me the vision of an electrical extension cord dangling from an attic portal, and THAT makes me remember something that happened on a death house call which I think I said I'd tell you about tomorrow and then didn't. Lots of waves blowing through. We'll get to it. current | 1999 | 1998 | colfax diaries |