Verbal snapshots of the week

[jack_babalon]

Monday. A truck stop restroom, an hour South of Macon, Ga. Black Magic Marker graffiti on porcelain white tiles:
I've Shit In Spain
I've Shit In France,
But before I shit here,
I'll shit My Pants!

Tuesday: A long walk home from Krogers. The sun boils the fallen rain and steam rises off the asphalt. Half way back and I realize I forgot to buy smokes.

Wednesday: Sitting in the Eurotrash Cafe off Piedmont Park. Exotic waitresses flow by me, each one their own unique flavor of beautiful, each one ignores me as I sit there waiting for a friend. Bright pastel paintings across the room are my only witnesses until he arrives.

Thursday: Rocketship hangover. Max Ernst collages hidden in a dusty book. I mix VNV's 'Strata' out of Juno Reactors 'High energy Protons' and into Prodigys 'Smack my bitch up'. Then I remember who I am now: A retired gun fighter opens up the locks on the secret box in the bottom of a chest drawer. Fingers stroke fondly an old six shooter. The satisfaction of cold iron weight in the palm, spins the cartridge, checks the sight and returns the pistol, gently to lay on a red velvet bed. He locks back up box and goes back to his retirement.

Friday: My roommate future_kill's BDay party tonight. Stomp Kittens in big boots and blank attitudes. Apathy is the new black. Cold Beauty and concealed intentions. Power drinking. Andrognyous children of a lost war tribe.

The Weekend: A few ideas I wanna jot down for the Script. Sharpen up the old Javelin for my weekly "Collective" joust of the Windmills. If I don't hook up with L___, I'll sit in my room & read. Wanna see 'Land of the Dead', maybe i'll get Bill to fix my bike up, have'nt gone for a ride since the accident, maybe i'll take her for a ride to the movies. We'll see.