the harangue by: Goo
feb. 2000

     ...working my ass of third shift more then full time, going through a divorce, a dog with cancer and terminally ill, total seperation from my family, thank god, spending new money, getting a stoner roomate, smoking a ton of weed, organizing my life, buying a handgun, ordering a top of the line bong, playing games, harrassing my friends and who knows what else...so i started this episode before last months was even produced, or this months whichever, temporal confusion...people have been especially annoying lately and I am glad, 50% of all the things Ive ordered online Ive had a problem receiving and shit, Im becoming very sceptical, my friend tells me its just like ordering over the phone, but Ive done that a million times and never had issues, so i wait for my memory chips, and I pray for my bong and hope for the new game I ordered at a discount...if only i can receive my purchases, Id be saving a bundle...I can hear pigeons purring outside the window...this damn refirgerator always frosts over, soon it will sit beside the other old fridge out in the yard by the garage...you should see the poems in my pockets, I keep my pants lined with gold, or lead, or hot copper and no one knows the better...any desire to repent your past gyrations against the english language is ludicrous, I speak in a hep/ex-biker/head/midwest/this supposed gen-x/enlightened/mystic/fool patoiea and I cant even spell that word right, though i hope you get the meaning beacuase I do have spell checkers and know my grammar but choose to continue the monologue in my mind then turn back and correct or stop mid-rift, theres so much to spew, to do and lack of ambition or marijuana and insanity force me to rarely ever correct my work, I own miles of some sort of 'incorrectness' among the relative sheepish masses...as i write, the purple bong rests on my chin, down to a nickel bag, the holidays and millenia, everyones on vacation or sick, been trying for days, 30 bucks in my wallet from a pal, same problem different neighborhood...the fellow on the radio is absurd, but not as absurd as that fellow on the news channel so early in the morning that other day, the one after new years...John Voigt is mad, prudish and vehemetly opposed to mind altering drugs, he is my mortal enemy, but as a libertarian thats ok...I get calls from friends, or whoever they are, I never hear from them, except when they want dope, and then they won't leave me alone, doing them a favor for no money at all often, I told them i had high grade dope on sunday, but they were too busy with other bullshit, and now they want to chime in on my free time, asking for weed that isn't there anymore, I can't use my source during the regular week, and these people want to be pissers when I can't help them out...I'll smoke my bong alone then...evrytime its an argument, he's no fun to talk to anymore...don't kill the messenger, I'm just telling you what I heard, I am in defense of no one...I have forgotten simplicity for good reason, it has evaded every aspect of my life as of late...the snow doesnt help, it prevents freedoms of its own design...i don't look too deeply into anything, or is it that I look beyond, maybe its only to view the world from a different perspective, Ive never felt a part of anything, Ive never felt as a member of the whole, I've never been able to compare my feelings to the way that most feel, I am an alien in a sense...I prefer not to be known...I am a single unified nation, though this sovereign state has felt nauseaus lately, I havent made it to work on time all week...I live my life by tainted rules, but enough about myself...I want to know about people I could like, new minds and souls, the metaphysics of a being, if only we all had open souls, the world would be another place...i feel like Im spinning in a twisted circle, always waiting for something, anxious and sleepy, working third shift...as an outcast, I finally feel like a success, as a part of the failing whole, Ive always felt a failure, ont he periphery I can be myself with a smile...what have I birthed myself into?...why does Jesus' name keep popping up in politics? I never voted for that man...religious men so love the world that they are so forced to exhibit hate and intolerance upon their fellow gods creations...who's the fat chick in the corner?...the world collapsed a thousand years ago, but no one took notice, we live now in the debris...

 Goo

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