"Trams"
Empress Dubbtepia of Brooklyn,
it's Outer islands, and Imperial Colonies.
*
I like her free tuition health care, and tram policy.
Sunday, November 10, 2019
"Boxed"
"Eloise", and her gal pal "Dubteppia" were hibernating as dolls do. This in a forgotten box in my hall closet. Five years I think. They didn't mind, and were glad to see me, and I them. I filled them in on world history while they were out.
They wanted to know if it was a Space Alien invasion that had caused all the trouble. I said no it was just us again.
They nodded knowingly,...dolls are wise.
"...times"
Despite these times I still Believe.
I Believe in Magic Faeries Angels, and more.
These times demand believing in the Miraculous.
"Freelancers"
My harsh dreams come from them pissed cranky Angels that have been bothering me since I was little.
I liked them better then.
They sang to me showed me shit that was yet to happen. Fucking inspired me to do all the Queer art that has kept almost getting me arrested,...thanks.
Actually I think I'd rather just get some sleep.
Btw my mention of things Angelic refers to no deity. Angels have no need for them guys. That's like 'asking' to have a micromanaging sociopathic boss in your face.
The Angel folks like working on their own. They're free fucking agents. Spirits for hire. No union dues or OSHA hassles that way.
"Nightshift"
Two nights ago I dreamed of Rolling Black Outs. Power failures everywhere all over the world. No one knew why. Not even matches would work.
Lights out cars trains buses stopped. People too as if they were drained. They stood confused just staring.
Above planes floated powerless in midair like feathers bubbles.
I was home in the dark. My childhood home. I was adrift in time as well as light. In the basement I'm clicking the power junctions. Calling for my dad. Looking for my dog.
Then power again movement again.
However in minutes darkness returned. So it went on, and off. Without explanation till the dream morphed to other places other people.
These times bring such dreams.
"History Lesson"
What we are in how it started where it will end. The Cliff Notes edition for 24th century middle school students,...
"The 17th through 23rd centuries ethnic conflicts. That is the economic military, and cultural engagements now called the "600 Years War". This time of hardships was only just beginning to be settled within the life time of those born in the mid 20th century.
It took a further two hundred years to evolve into our modern era. For those students wanting finer details you are referred to "The Great Race Wars 1609~2250 CE" New Hong Kong Press, 2345. Additional studies from "The Post Scarcity Revolt" Brooklyn Archipelago University Press, 2378."
Deleted scene.
From the trans-temporal 'zine rack I especially like the 2216 May edition of the New Yorker. Their article on how a Bugs Bunny Cartoon transmitted on a 1956 TV show became the first message received by Aliens.
That, and how they thought it was an accurate depiction of our culture. The Squid folks were confused.
This led to complications.
"Luna"
From my Kitchen Observatory.
Brooklyn, 4:51am 9-14-14
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My humble camera has the same Luna resolution
as Galileo's first Telescope.
I'm in good company.
Yeah we went to the Moon.
A bunch of times.
The Chinese are there now with their Rover
tearing around the Darkside.
"This is the World Liberals Want"
~Blessed Saint Jampa of the Snows~
(Jampa Tibetan for Loving Kindness.)
Consider this my home made Holy Card.
This for the Feasts of saints Ralph Chubb, and Harry Hay.
"Lonely Death"
The title above is of an online video report by RT. This about the lonely death of old men in Japan. It could be as well here or other western countries without contemporary traditions of extended family. I saw myself in this.
I live as many of the isolated men in this piece do. I have a routine. I get up shower wash what I wore yesterday hang it to dry.
Then I write or read for some hours perhaps a short walk for exercise,...though I'm not able much now. Going to market even is hard now. I go online for mostly lectures. History the arts, and sciences. I think I've earned another liberal arts degree by this.
I get almost no personal calls from family or friends. What I do get is the hospital the landlord the electric company, and wrong numbers. This is why I leave my phone mostly off.
Though I do visit with old friends from my broadcast career maybe four of five times a year. We used to see each other everyday all day.
Now only at most four times a year,...one sees them aging.
Sleep.
Much sleep. I'm weaker now than I've ever been. I'm staring 70 in the face. Fuck it I'm alive. I used to spend time doing art. A lot of crafts projects see below. It had a meditative effect. Took courses at the 92nd Street Y. Historic digs Google it.
It passed the time like basket weaving did for an earlier generation of the unwanted. I don't do any of that anymore. No point.
I never see anyone. Well except for doctors or Social Service visitors making sure I'm still alive.
I do converse intermittently on Facebook with people around the world. Well more like messages in a bottle than active conversing.
This might be my main connection with humanity.
Oh the 21st century.
I remember reading that in the 60's through the 90's old folks made up relationships with characters on TV shows. This became their social network of phantoms. My Facebook community are also phantoms. I care for them, but will never see or really know them.
I had an actual breathing friend that owned the market. He was about my age, and we chatted about the old daze. I went the other day. His nephew said he'd passed away.
Just like that.
Right,...so. Life goes on.
I see few do little. The Docs, and assorted professionals I tell this all recommend the same noise. Old folks community crap. Geriatric rubber rooms. I've seen them places, and people.
While in hospital was wheeled into the walking dead section. They thought I'd like to be with old folks about to be fertilizer as I was.
Well...
A limited menu of types. Lifeless staring as in Alzheimer's shells of souls. Also religious nuts, neo-Nazis, and straight murderous homophobes. Did I mention old ladies that wanted to make out with me?
...no thanks.
I actually wheeled myself back to my suite. The interesting people in my life all died of AIDS or overdoses. I nearly imploded via overdose several times. Looking back a pity I didn't.
Where was I?
Right late afternoon I make my meals or meal,...I eat generally once a day. Even when I was middle class this was my habit. I have to eat four times a day now or I'll go into diabetic shock,...swell. I tried that once. It was like force feeding a prisoner.
...fuck it.
I have meds for Hypoglycemic attacks if they come,...they do, but not often. So I eat nap read go online sleep look out the window watch the seasons change, and wait for my turn. Getting laughs where I can along the way.
As in the video report. They'll know I'm gone when they smell me. Like many elders if I think my time is coming. I leave my door unlocked so the EMT guys won't have to break in to scrape or shovel me up off the floor bed or toilet.
That's the only thing I'm careful of,...I don't want to exit while taking a dump. Hey I ain't Elvis.
Otherwise besides assorted little details. No real life as I once knew it. I haven't "lived" in years five six maybe. I'm surviving. ...existing.
I sleep eat listen to lectures watch dust motes write paragraph long time travel stories, and wait.
I'm fine.
The title above is of an online video report by RT. This about the lonely death of old men in Japan. It could be as well here or other western countries without contemporary traditions of extended family. I saw myself in this.
I live as many of the isolated men in this piece do. I have a routine. I get up shower wash what I wore yesterday hang it to dry.
Then I write or read for some hours perhaps a short walk for exercise,...though I'm not able much now. Going to market even is hard now. I go online for mostly lectures. History the arts, and sciences. I think I've earned another liberal arts degree by this.
I get almost no personal calls from family or friends. What I do get is the hospital the landlord the electric company, and wrong numbers. This is why I leave my phone mostly off.
Though I do visit with old friends from my broadcast career maybe four of five times a year. We used to see each other everyday all day.
Now only at most four times a year,...one sees them aging.
Sleep.
Much sleep. I'm weaker now than I've ever been. I'm staring 70 in the face. Fuck it I'm alive. I used to spend time doing art. A lot of crafts projects see below. It had a meditative effect. Took courses at the 92nd Street Y. Historic digs Google it.
Cute Huh?
I made Queer pieces too, but this post or
this whole site might be deleted
if I put them up. ...swell.
I never see anyone. Well except for doctors or Social Service visitors making sure I'm still alive.
I do converse intermittently on Facebook with people around the world. Well more like messages in a bottle than active conversing.
This might be my main connection with humanity.
Oh the 21st century.
I remember reading that in the 60's through the 90's old folks made up relationships with characters on TV shows. This became their social network of phantoms. My Facebook community are also phantoms. I care for them, but will never see or really know them.
I had an actual breathing friend that owned the market. He was about my age, and we chatted about the old daze. I went the other day. His nephew said he'd passed away.
Just like that.
Right,...so. Life goes on.
I see few do little. The Docs, and assorted professionals I tell this all recommend the same noise. Old folks community crap. Geriatric rubber rooms. I've seen them places, and people.
While in hospital was wheeled into the walking dead section. They thought I'd like to be with old folks about to be fertilizer as I was.
Well...
A limited menu of types. Lifeless staring as in Alzheimer's shells of souls. Also religious nuts, neo-Nazis, and straight murderous homophobes. Did I mention old ladies that wanted to make out with me?
...no thanks.
I actually wheeled myself back to my suite. The interesting people in my life all died of AIDS or overdoses. I nearly imploded via overdose several times. Looking back a pity I didn't.
Where was I?
Right late afternoon I make my meals or meal,...I eat generally once a day. Even when I was middle class this was my habit. I have to eat four times a day now or I'll go into diabetic shock,...swell. I tried that once. It was like force feeding a prisoner.
...fuck it.
I have meds for Hypoglycemic attacks if they come,...they do, but not often. So I eat nap read go online sleep look out the window watch the seasons change, and wait for my turn. Getting laughs where I can along the way.
As in the video report. They'll know I'm gone when they smell me. Like many elders if I think my time is coming. I leave my door unlocked so the EMT guys won't have to break in to scrape or shovel me up off the floor bed or toilet.
That's the only thing I'm careful of,...I don't want to exit while taking a dump. Hey I ain't Elvis.
Otherwise besides assorted little details. No real life as I once knew it. I haven't "lived" in years five six maybe. I'm surviving. ...existing.
I sleep eat listen to lectures watch dust motes write paragraph long time travel stories, and wait.
I'm fine.
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