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FEBRUARY 3, 2013 2:31AM

LIFE IS A FREAK SHOW: SOMETHING WRONG WITH ME!

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The old mechanical horse is dead, lying on the side of the road, little children pretending it is sleeping, poking it with a stick, shouting with glee, "Horsey awake! Horsey awake!"

No one knows where they will end up; today, tomorrow, yesterday, noday, today, whatever.

Life is a mystery, a road, bumpy, smooth, non-existing except for a trace through the woods, trees sprouting out from the side of the cliff.

The old man on the bus stared out the window, mumbling, tracing things in the glass, wondering where the hell he went wrong.

"Live life like it's your last day on this shit hole planet!" his mother screamed at him just before she blew her brains out, right there in the kitchen.

He couldn't remember much about her, except for that moment.

He was eight.  

His father had just been promoted, big raise, everyone was happy.

Two hours later, she was dead on the floor, her brains against the wall.

He wasn't sure why she had done it, no one knew, maybe it was just her time sped up, the cancer in her brain, unseen, unknown, had begun to take control.

"Jill, kill yourself!"

The bus continued forward, rolling down the bumpy road, street called Fourth, crossed with Main and ended up at a turn around with no name.

Few people know what it's like to walk in your shoes.

They might know what it might be like, a tragedy there, a wedding there, two fucks and a dollar show here, but they don't know exactly what's it like.

They can pretend, nod, smile, hug, give a shit, kiss you on the forehead, push you into oncoming traffic, hoping you don't suffer too much.

"You've lived a rich life!!!"

I was sad I didn't have any shoes till I met a man with no feet.

The bus stopped at my stop, a plastic store that sold Germanic pots for plants.

I wasn't sure if I would need ten or twelve, but it seemed like a good day to get some for the party tonight, my funeral.

A blessed event, with lots of balloons and cake.

All funerals should have lots of balloons and cake, it says so in the bible.

The obit shall read -

Bob Williams is in heaven now. Possibly Hell.  He left four cats all named Sniffles who are now be taken care by his Uncle Ted.

Bob was proceeded in death by his mom and his favorite cat Whiskers.

Bob was a garbage collector for the city of New Road, Ohio but was trying to break into theater.  

He died from a kick to the testicles.

He will not be missed.

Signed, an ex-lover

Ex-lovers can be cruel, especially when you never loved them, just use them for their money($12.94) and a hug.

Cindy gave great hugs, the kind you would pay for, if you weren't pretending to love her, and she'd give them to you for free.

She pretended to hate me as I walked out the door but in reality she was relieved that I was going, she wouldn't have to pretend anymore she was pregnant or dying, or whatever she would tell me to keep me from leaving.

"I'm a man!! DO YOU HEAR ME? Trapped in a woman's body...I need you!!" she screamed one night.

I shrugged.

I too was a man trapped in the body of a man, which made absolutely no sense at the time and still doesn't.

We made love fourteen times in the period of two weeks.

She told me twice she was pregnant but the baby was lost to the wolves who broke into the house.

"They stole our baby!!"

I shrugged.

Two days after I left, I recieved a call from her mother.

"Cindy is dead...you fucking bastard....she killed herself over you!!"

I didn't know what to say, didn't seem anything I could say would be appropiate.

Life is a trip, one step in front of the other, never looking back, for what's back there ain't worth a second look for the most part.

I don't really mean that, there's some good stuff back there, lots of good stuff, tons of it, but it's all back there, can't even exit, turn around and go back.

Stupid road...

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This should be a movie of the week!
Hey! Forget the pill. Eat this hamburger. It is the only thing that can really make you larger!
in the summer in Montana you can attend a testicle festival. I'm 99.9999% sure the Rocky Mountain Oysters they serve are from cows. I have never been to a festival. In Alaska they serve them on ice. Wanted you to know the options just in case...
There is much here between the lines. You littered it with koans.

You are visiting such a dark place. I've hung my hat at those dives that nobody wants to patronize. We all have. When you're in there, you feel so alone, even when there's not a stool to be found at the bar.

Late one night in the middle of winter, I drove to woods to hike through the dark. I'd lost the ability to think or care or fear, knew I could become a story in the morning newspaper, but yearned to move through the frozen woods like an animal, because I was, and I'd forgotten that. Stumbling around in the snow and ice with cold face, numb fingers, surrounded by black trees and strange sounds, what had been in my head became something that could be touched.

We are fierce creatures, maybe even more fierce when wounded. Snarling, howling, hissing and baring the teeth are as feline as a purr.
"Few people know what it's like to walk in your shoes."

"Life is a trip, one step in front of the other, never looking back, for what's back there ain't worth a second look for the most part.

I don't really mean that, there's some good stuff back there, lots of good stuff, tons of it, but it's all back there, can't even exit, turn around and go back."

I don't know if this is good news but here, you are surrounded by people that know this. We can't know where you are, but we know our own trip and we can empathize. You have good memories. One day, you will be able to remember and smile. In the meantime, I like green heron's advice. I need to find a woods.
i love you, tink. i hate that the road is so hard to see right now. and do stay out of traffic.
You're walking over some rough terrain these days. Stay steady. The trail will get better.
Hamburgers are now made out of horse meat so you can gallop away.
HUGGGGGGGGG
cheshyre, it's going to be!! Woo!! :D

zuma, and it tastes nommy!! :)

Natalie, mmmm, Rocky Mountain Oysters!!! Delicious!! :D

heron, exactly!! The woods embrace us in their darkness!! ~nodding~ We sometimes need that or we will truly go insane!!

phyllis, the woods are awesome!!! There are some nice ones around here!! ~nodding~

daisy, I run into traffic all the time!! :D

~hug~

jl, I hope so, so far, all I've done is fell of a cliff and hurt my knees!! :(

Linda, exactly!!! :D
Tink,

"Life is a mystery, a road, bumpy, smooth, non-existing except for a trace through the woods, trees sprouting out from the side of the cliff."

There are glimmers of hope here. Please keep writing. We'll keep reading.
Stupid road! Excellent read. Rated...
Oh Tink. Your road truly has been so crappy lately. No wonder your paws smell like poo.
toritto, THANK GOD FOR THAT!! :)

Diary, I'm writing!! :) **huge hug**

mical, yeah, stupid road!! ~kicks it~ OUCHIE MY FOOT!! :)

island, :( yeah! Stupid poo!!!