sugar high

fuck, why did I have all those cheap ass American chocolates now I feel like lashing out and I forgot what I want to write about. and I drank a coke too, from a fountain, not a can, and it had a funny aftertaste, like someone had tossed a Winston in the mix and let it ssssssoak. man you never know… I went into au bon pain and saw the guy who makes the sandwiches picking at this thing on the side of his face. he actually had the audacity to stare at his fingernail afterwards. then he went back to picking. if I knew how to projectile vomit I would have puked all over the counter. i was waiting for him to stick his finger in his mouth or better yet his ear and then his mouth. anyway I got the hell out of there. packaged food is the way to go. at least you have the choice of not really looking at what you eat. none of this hard skin shit hanging off your turkey sandwich. flesh rinds…they make me think of penis scabs, and dried pimple puss flakes and other beautiful things cooked up in mother nature’s crock-pot.

it’s like when you manage to score a seat on the express and the dude in front of you has his crotch in your face and you can totally smell it’s unwashed ripeness. and you wish you were dead or somewhere far away, all alone with waterfalls of green, irish spring soap bubbles foaming all around you.

speaking of trains, my favorite part of spiderman2 is when he’s trying to stop that faker than fake speeding train and he’s got his mask off and the rest of his costume still on and it’s this total heideggerian moment in which he’s kick-ass spiderman at the height of his powers and peter parker at the same time, for all the world to see.

according to Heidegger, truth is not a thing or a fact…it IS the act of unveiling…the act of taking something that was hidden and revealing it to the world…

spiderman IS peter parker and peter parker IS spiderman—the only way to fully live is to embrace the essential contradiction of your own existence…

(so says the girl named TRUEBOY…)

there is only one thing that is fer sere in this world. only one fact that you can be certain of—and that is that you are going to die.

once you grasp that, everything else in the world is possible.

of course when they laid homeboy down in the aisle you know if it was REAL new york folks would have been snapping his pic like crazy with their camera phones instead of nodding solemnly and promising to keep his secret.

ha yeah, spidey, don’t let em take yr pic…have the peter parker pr department provide em

become an entire corporation, onto yrself

brand that shit

then swing back on home to mary jane

fuck

coming down

coming coming

coming down


who’s gonna catch me?





the s stands for slicker than most

the j's like the jam on my toast

b's for my old school

chillymost...

and r's for a queen from the northwestern coast