Weddings & War/Working Class Corner

PreNuptualAgreementContractRequired:

       It has come to pass that I have determined that no-one ought to marry without formulating and signing a prenuptual agreement in the interests of general overall society.

        I have discovered over my time living that there are too many laws from state to state to keep track of and in private family life there does need to be an independently understood set of rules between the two parties that is written down prior to the union.

             

April Fools/Holiday Report

April Fools is the Transcendian National Holiday

      I have been enough of a fool to give it a holiday similar to the holiday they declared for the defeat at Gallipoli.

      It is the day years ago when a woman I loved left me for a guy we had a menage`a trois with.   It is the sort of thing that really makes you feel like a fool.

      By the time the evening of this day had rolled around I was sitting on the nighttime steps outside where they were crying in public uncontrollably.

      I think the next day I caught up to them in a Church Parking lot, punched him out and went home to cry somemore.

      After that I drank solid and hard for 6 months and drew pictures with crayons wearing this idiot stripped vertical robe that looked like something Jesus might have worn.   It was cut to that style anyway.

      Finally I worked up to making an assemblage titled Bicycle Disaster.

      I became less suicidal especially after I discovered in the course of working as a carpenter I did not want to die when I experienced great fear standing on a diving board 2 by 12 3 stories up putting roof rafters together at the end of the ridge.

      Fear is your friend sometimes and a little adventure may well be required for mental health for we all find ways to be foolish.

       Dealing with it properly is the sort of thing that makes one as much as an adult as I expect it is possible to be.

      A broken heart can really hurt and I never pick on anyone when they are suffering one.   I will make fun of myself, or go so far as to share that though I suffered a permanent loss that did destroy some innocent part of me, I had some fun later that I am glad I didn’t miss, and this reality has moderated my suicidal tendencies rooted in things like shame so much that I respect the unrepentent drunks I have known.

      Maybe I would have gotten along wth Bukosky.   (Forgive me if I misspelled his name.)

       I have to admit that I had an unusual evening for a Boy Scout from a town of 2,500 people in North Carolina with Liz of Live Shop Die that is worthy of the ethos, portraits he drew and philosophy and tone of acceptance and humor of the unrepentent explorers of nights in parks and dark drinking bars being animalistically free with happily suffering humanity on a world that is admitted to be as temporary as the happiness of some shared lovely uncaring and wide eyed interest in each other.

      It is love and war that makes memories and this is something we seek to make.

      Dancing is a wonderful art to see live because it creates in us a unique memory that crosses very directly to imprint ones soul and it is no surprise that I loved a dancer.

      So this is my Holiday.

      There has been at least one great party on it, and I always observe it and think about it, and by this evening I hope I have had a good cry and a good laugh and have given only the laughs away for sharing with my fellow adventurers in the caldron of souls and insects as Kafka and Dante described.

                                                                          Scott

    

     

Red Cross Shoes

Red Cross Shoes

      Phyliss wanted some Red Cross shoes and drove to Belks in Raleigh and bought them and then drove to the airport looking for Carl.

      His back was turned when she found him in the hangar.   He was looking for a screw on a work bench that had rolled away as he was attempting to install a radio he had bought for the Taylorcraft.

      The work of it had been making him crazy because craming everything into the small area available caused him contortions and he was clumsy with small things because he had large hands and small screws and wires were involved in small spaces.

      Phyliss could tell by the hunch of his back that he was angry about something and looked down at her new shoes before she said anything to him.

      She said, "Hey Carl, what are you doing?"

      He didn’t turn around but recognizing her voice, and having recognized her step, and having known she might show up, said, "I’m trying to put this fucking radio in the airplane."

       He then found the screw.

       He put the screw between his thumb and his forefinger and turned around and looked at her.

       Phyliss was wearing a brown side pleated skirt and riding sort of matching jacket with a little red trim on the collar and a cream colored silk blouse with a scarf tie and a hat with her legs in black silk ending on the ground in red shoes cut to point between her big toe and the one next to it.

      Carl could not help but look her up and down.

      "Is Harvey coming?"   He said.

       He knew from the look on her face and the way she was standing that Harvey was not the reason she was there, but that he was.

       "No, I came to see you."

       "What for?"   Carl said regretting that he was not entirely sure and ready for the answer because he could feel that there was some trouble involved.

      "Take me up with you."   She said.

       ‘Fuck it.’  Carl thought being seduced.

        The look of her leg moving to within the plane excited and pleased him and they taxied to takeoff with smiling anticipation.

                                                                     

          

Damn, I Had a few Girls like that.

The Movie Star Life:

I wanted to have the life of a Movie Star.

I wrote it on a board I put inside a wall.

Looks like I got that life.

Weird, is all I’ve really got to say.

These girls are difficult.

Junkies that act and buy airplanes and turn into pilots,

Ambassadors no less.

Sean Penn knows all about it all apparently.

Sometimes he directs.

"I want to live like a Movie Star." is what I wrote with a pencil on a board I put inside a wall in the Pole Barn room I built out of old wood.

Now that I read of Brad Pitt’s heartbreaks and all like that over his baby and his name and all like that I know I had a life and ought to be dead.

Those girls are difficult.

It’s enough to send Sean Penn out in a boat during a flood.

Vacations get strange when you love disasters for relief.

Damn I’ve had some good girls.

They wanted their Grandmother to approve of every contract.

 

The Stripper & the Ballerina

The Stripper & the Ballerina

    I’ve been looking into founding a business where I live which is a bedroom community for the University, or Universities and Raleigh and RTP, and has no industry other than construction to speak of.

      Apparently a Strip Joint or making a movie or tv show is more viable and would be more profitable than something else I have a plan for.

      I am reminded of a woman who took minimum wage sorts of jobs and followed up on computer offers of riches from working at home who reported her best pay of 15 an hour was for nude modeling.

      Since I have known strippers and ballerinas and like the ballet near as much as watching strippers and even knew a stripper who was a ballerina other times of the week, I have long imagined a movie about a friendship between a ballerina and a stripper.

      What I might do is make the movie and see if the set survives.

     

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Newspapers/Working Class Corner

Common Knowledge,

      And Common Sense are not the same thing.   It is surprising if you know about something how much of what you read about it is wrong.

     Do not believe everything you read, or hear, even from me, for I have been wrong about the truth because I believed what I was told or read before I experienced it.

      What would you do if you were spit on?

      The Islamist are reacting to the cartoons of Mohammed as I might if I was spit on.

      The fact is I have been cartooned and I did not punch the guy that made the cartoon, but took it from him, and have it in my briefcase which contains things to first look at when I am dead or if I get killed tomorrow without notice.

       I think I have been civilized and this is sort of equivalent to a pocket veto.

       I just said, "That’s very good, may I have it?"

       Actually I found it very insulting as a distortion of my ideology, but I knew he was after a girl I liked and had done his best to make me uglier than himself.

       He was a Chiropracter, and I was a writer writing my first novel at the time.

       It turned out to be a novella, and I can’t find it in the house since the last move.

       Really cartoons can hurt.   I understand that.

       But if you can’t take it, don’t dish it out.

       I actually am a cartoonist of some merit, and you can look at Daddy Drives a Taxi on my website for the evidence of my ablity to do that sort of work.

      The best resolution all around would be Cartoon Wars.

       Let the newspapers of all faiths and ideology fight it out in Cartoon Land, and let the rest of us be educated and entertained enough to live in peace with the ablity to buy the papers.

                                               Love, Russell

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The US Sends Stray Dogs to Korea

Koreans Eat Dogs

      Koreans eat dogs and are hungry so the US, denture which has a dog surplus is thinkng about sending dogs to North Korea.

   Actually Transcendia wonders if airplanes on their way to Korea would put dogs in the unpressurize compartments as dead dog gifts to Koreans, cialis who North and South typically eat dogs.

                                

Impending Death/Working Class Corner

Political Scientists

       The academic political scientists that they put on the radio and on the tv these days fasinate me as kibbitzers whereas us real guys know we ought to make a speech or kill somebody.

      It is interesting who gets paid to talk.

      Actually I have gotten paid to talk on occasion.

      I spoke for MCI on a TV Commercial, and I have been a paid editorial writer at some point in my writing career.

       I cannot really decide which is more important; rigging or writing.

      Rigging is more important.

      Tools come first.

      It is not for me to decide, but for me to recognize.

      Let us devide tools into two categories.

      There are life tools, and death tools.

      A plow is a life tool, and a nuclear bomb is a death tool.

      Now, my father told me that I would not exist if it were not for the atomic bombs that ended the war with Japan.

      He did not believe that he would survive after his combat across Germany.

       My Great Uncle survived four years in the South Pacific, so you never know, you might be luckier than you think, but still I felt my luck running out as far as a complete dependence on motorcycles and understand that if you can’t quit the results are more assured.

      Actually we do need to build nuclear power plants as a group, since we need all the energy we can get online as soon as possible.

      The direction of the tools to be made from the energy is the key to our survival through the bottleneck.

       It will be an impossiblity if we do not make nuclear weapons universally illegial.

              

The Perfect Strip Joint/Working Class Corner

The Perfect Strip Joint
       The perfect Strip Joint would have a fireplace in a place around here.   I don’t know if it would be as perfect working geographically south to where some of my favorite strip joints were.   I particularly liked a strip joint that used to exist underneath the flight path of Fort Lauderdale Hollywood International Airport.
      It did not have a fireplace, and a fireplace really would not work that well down there.
      So moving north from here in North Carolina, a strip joint with a real fireplace would be the franchise design, and moving south it would be a design without a fireplace.
     A neon sculptural replacement for the fireplace would work for the interior design of the strip joints that franschised into the southern part of the country.
      I think for myself I would like to build a strip joint that had a library and some really fine art and the bar that I envision made of all of the classic bar surfaces from marble to decopage and including copper and ribbed rubber.
      The family sorts of strip joints such as found in the fine city of Scranton Pennslyvania do typically have pool tables, and though I have lost much of my interest in playing pool, a strip joint with a pool table is a good thing for the northern areas.  It may well be good in the southern areas whereas a fireplace would be best replaced with a neon sculpture.
      The perfect strip joint is one where you would not object if your daughter was a dancer in.   The strip joints in Scranton Pennslvania seemed unique to me as if they were ones where fathers, brothers, boyfriends, girlfriends, sisters and mothers hung out as a regular matter of course.
      I really liked Scranton and wonder how things are going there lately.   Maybe my wife and I ought to go there for a Honeymoon.
      I think every town would be wise to advance towards Las Vegas and Disneyland sorts of infrastructure and arcatecture.   (Arcatextureetecture)
fuck.   I’m having trouble remembering that spelling.
      Oh, I want to be good.
      John Dos Passos and James Jones wanted to be good too.
      Let us imagine the perfect strip joint on a space ship or in a submarine, or in the Green Zone of Iraq in Bagdad.
       Let us have peace.
       Let us have Bellydancers!
       Let us have Disco Bellydancers!
       Girls from Scranton!
       I want Civilized Behavior of the Naked and Lustful who have macaroni on enameled tables made by industry spawned by music.
       There will be a man in a three piece suit with a violin in my strip joint.   He will live and breath and be a bronze figure when off work.
       I have fantasized about shooting Ronald McDonald in the head with a thirty eight.
                                                                Love to Carrboro
                                                                Scott Day