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Excerpt from YOTS
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 Created on 3-30-08
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"What a load of Kevin Smith's shit" echoed the bathroom in the far corner just two rooms down from my room, a grombling "r-u-u-u-r memoe'd" its instructions to make an aquaontance at once with this most pleasurable visitor in our home - The highest of thrones of our Majesty! Our kingdoms! Oh joy is the pleasant visit!
"The future's uncertain and the end is always near, drop the curtains and come on here."
I followed the voices into the hallway and into the bathroom where His Royal Majesty, Ragonasha - King of The Toilet greeted me with a fecal-mattered tongue flailing and a gurgling, dripping ooze rang from its lid onto the floor where puddles of mucus, blood, puke and other bodily remains lay collecting flies.
" I will deliver you from your slavery ways of conformity against the personal levels of society."
I stood there puzzled, looking dazed and trying to keep my balance in the room that kept swaying like the ocean river on a freight, and why can't I speak bird? Wingspans..Religion! Is this..THIS IS THE PROPHET! THE SAVIOUR! I knew it. I knew it. Sooner or later good things happen when you wait.
"I want you to goto cat county 1. THING LIKE WINGSPAN OF BIRDS."
The book?
"The book of cat county" he whispered and groaned the thunderous storms ahead, rain oozing a glob from the ceilings. "Drink," he coo'd, "you'll need your strength and courage to stand against those who stare. BE THE SPECTACLE WHICH EVERYONE OBSERVES AND CATCALLS AN HOURLY BASIS BY DAY."
By Buddha he was right! By Allah he was right! By Dog he was right! He, Lord Of The Toilet, Ragonasha!
He transformed back into an inanimate object and the room smelt of flowers, rosebuds and a good week's worth of OHH YEAH, A'GET DOWN HERE's long before I washed my hands - have to keep those germs clean, germfree - don't want to infect the household America and it's pussy-whipped "must be clean" attitude while Canada and America's hospitals are infected by the dozens with the worst flu's and bacteria's, outbreaks of death caused by germs you could not prepare for - while the same doctors and nurses smoke 2 cigarettes each on their breaks.
Let's leave some journals and pack some journals, cigarettes, clothes, Doors CD's, this trip this trip out of this country sought after PLANS ARE BEING MADE TO ACTION - Yes yes yes. "It's best not to tell anyone" I thought to myself, "they'd just worry and wouldn't let me pursue my path of freedom" -- It was nine o clock PM and the mother of the house was sleeping and the brother of the house was out of the town fucking his friends and getting drunk and listening to screamo in the car.
"Cat county calls. I must!"
I then remembered I scribbled the number of an old friend from years ago in a journal, Taco Mik. Last time we spoke was a time of speaking as he shared his love of playing guitar, going to the hills by his country and getting high, connecting to the birds and sweating underneath the sun. A spiritualist and deep-thought sentimentals, Taco had the street smarts of the wise guys and the hip-rolling swiftness of a blues musician looking for that unfound dignity, that invisible speck of inner consciousness at the center of the circle in the sky.
Dial. Dial. Beepbaboop. R-i-i-n-n-n-g-g-g-i-n-g-i-n-g-ing "Ha-ha-a-a-h-a-h-a!" he hystericalled into the phone, "Kurt! Sup ni-i-i-g-a!"
Georgian rappers are always funny.
"TACO MIK! GET UP HERE AT ONCE! We have to goto cat county!"
As soon as I said that I thought, "fuck." Was he supposed to know that? You can't tell just anyone anything. You have to be able to trust them first. I hadn't talked with Taco for well over six months and the last time I saw him I just abandoned him. I wonder how he's feeling about that. Cat county? The sheriff should know.
"Aw, d-u-u-u-d-e!" he crept and sighed out the 'dude' in a toying manner, "I have to thank you, I'll always trust you, thank you, trust you."
Ever think something and not realize you were speaking? Normal people do that. Why do normal people exist. We'll have to exterminate them.
"Hehehehe." he chuckled and chuckled for a good few minutes, and by that point Lucifarian had kicked in at the peak of my veins and I was standing there, listening, unaware of my existence or the fact my tongue was hanging out, dry as a woman's [Explicitive] in the desert and swaying from left to right slightly, fixated on an invisible speck of inner consciousness at the center of the circle in the wall.
"I feel like I'm dieing" he said with a chuckle hidden inside a worried strumbling tone -- I could tell he was trying to hold the phone and make the mattress he was laying on his own: "What's the most fucked up you've been?"
I thought and I think I thought and muttered a drug named Anastasia that was the highest I've ever been on any drug, sniffing that drug was the equivalent to bunjie jumping and riding the clouds of the sky simeltaneously while relaxed and wrapped up inside the blankets/comforters of your mattress, losing sense of time as the hours pass by and you're welcomed inside a Kingdom where you feel like you're the only being on Earth.
"HAY" screamed Taco with a nasally schriek and I was shocked out of subconsciousness that always happens. All sinners and saints is hell in the living room. Who was that voice in my ear? WHERE WAS IT COMING FROM!?
"TACO!" I howled, "we have to goto cat county!"
"What is cat county, really?"
This poor Georgian good boy didn't know bat country? BAT COUNTRY?! "LIFE AIN'T A MOVIE, BOY! We need experience! Ingestion! Swallow! Shag and swag! By day! By night! REMEMBERANCE!"
He laughed a laugh in a cooly wavely manner and I told him Ragonasha wanted me to call him to help me find personal freedom and spiritual enlightenment as the greatest human being on Earth - A deeper serenity of life and moving on from city to mental city inside the drones of the confusing and it's the nature of Life's game, Life - that evil sonufa curse and Holiest of Holy restrains from keeping people, yes the people of categories by two's.
"I have this friend that can really get ANYTHING I want," he said in a half-state low drowel as I nodded my head in agreement -- "Who's your Canadian br-o-o-o-t-h-e-r?"
In this life you make all the brother's and fine sister's you can get. In this house, your friend is your own.
"Exactly, why not take a ride?" He chuckled and I tried to hear the voices inside his head, DEAR GOD?! ALREADY!? "I have to pack!" I hung up the phone after we made plans and dug through my closet, dear God IT'S SPRING and I don't have the right clothes. I looked at the clothes I was wearing.
"This is enough."
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