Putting Your Hand in the Garbage Disposal of Life

I

You want terrible, take a look in your window.  There it is, sitting in your chair.  You.

II

We would have liked to live back in the day when murderous "anarchists" still hurled "infernal machines."  And people still said "mustaches" referring to one person as if they considered each half of his mustache a complete mustache.   And "the flanks of the old horse, the steed of apocalyptic misery, smoked upwards in the light of the charitable gas-lamp."   

III

They're shutting down Coney Island!

IV

The AMC Gremlin, subcompact of apocalyptic misery, crosses the center line.   Can you believe The Charlatan UK is still around?  Perservere and you will be resentfully endured.  We always thought that fucking song about snuffing the rooster was by Stone Temple Pilots but here it turns out it was Alice in Chains, huh.  As if anybody cares.  People do care.  The AMC Gremlin, with its side tape stripes of apcalyptic sportiness, crashes into the Future.  Everybody in the Future dies.  The guy in the Gremlin escapes without a scratch. 

V

There you are, in the window.  Well what do you know. 

Comments

[Phil Core]

I've a friend, Matt, who 'found' a rather attractive fashion model mannequin. He positioned her outside, leaning against the house, leering into a prominent window. Many are paranoid about people looking into their windows, but not this guy. He enjoyed it. It is a house filled to the gills with student art. Art and insanity. I love visiting there, peering into the windows.

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[UF MIke]

Cool! In our first apartment in DC we talked our friend Icky into painting a giant flying hippie on the wall. When we moved out, our landlord slapped us with a totally exorbitant fee to paint over it. Some people just don't appreciate art.