Archive for April, 2011

THE UNMENTIONABLE (you must not think bad thoughts!)

Posted in Uncategorized on April 25, 2011 by kidkenoma

Undead 4/23/11:

“in order to avoid the played out debate about the nature of psychiatry (AND SPUN OUT REACTIONS FROM THE BOARD’S PET MENTAL PATIENT)…” 🙂

Maybe…
It’s…
Me…?

Wake up and live Undead (Easter y’know)…your observation is…incomparable…

Dude, about the suspendering of your account, lemme just make this observation in case this had not occurred to you:

If you challenge the Official Story as propagated by the Pharm-Chem lobby at RI (or their “moderators” *lol*), or refer to members of the Pharm-Chem crew, especially in a less than flattering manner, or neglect to kiss the ass of the Pharm-Chem Queen, you will be squashed, banned, gang-swarmed or whatever it takes to make sure that you don’t do it again.

Deviate even slightly from the Official Version, and your wave of welcome will recede faster than barracuda’s hairline. (see Operation Comb-Over)

Perhaps you had RI confused with freedom of speech?

Just go with the flow, and know that the flow is coming from the old Gregory Bateson double-bind: Pharm-Chem vs Scientology…c’mon, choose a side one or the other if you’re not with us you’re against us one of us cannot be wrong!

Can’t you just feel that knee a jerkin’?

Either way you look at it you lose…

SELECTIVE MEMORY THEATER

Posted in Uncategorized on April 25, 2011 by kidkenoma

Ah…the old days at ‘Rigorous Intuition’…

Back when the comments were 90% Eve/Shrub/Richard talking to itself with cut ‘n paste filibuster, and a large side order of spam when all else failed to derail.

And nobody objected–least of all Jeff–who was constantly referenced by Eve/Shrub/Richard in very chummy terms of implied intimacy without any objection or encouragement to take it elsewhere on Jeff’s part.

Acting like they owned the place. Or something.

At first it seems like they’re just eating up space, derailing threads, and driving away those seeking real dialogue on crucial topics, as trolls are wont to do. But I really have to wonder…

Sample from “Eve”:

“Shrubery! (sic) Beware of me…I am a witch and I will use my powers to make you SMILE!!! Now that would be ironic”

“What is the sorcerer to do if, at the time when he is operating the Black art, his victim is at the local blog roaring at the antics of Et En Arcadia Ego Eve”

From this, we might infer that “his” (the sorcerer’s) “victim” would be someone reading that blog, maybe even that specific blog entry & comments.

And if so, perhaps they left a link

And how convenient, eh?

Eve’s RI entry: 6/10/07 (how symmetrical!)

Exactly one month before a certain postumously famous blogger met her untimely demise on 7/10/07.

Or would you rather not talk about it?

Be seeing you

T-B-A-D-S

Posted in Uncategorized on April 24, 2011 by kidkenoma

the myriad choices of his fate
set themselves out on a plate
for him to choose
what had he to lose?

not a ghost bloodied country
all covered with sleep
where the black angel did weep
not an old city street in the east
gone to choose

and wandering’s brother
walked on through the night
with his hair in his face
on a long splintered cut from the knife
of GT

the rally man’s patter
ran on through the dawn
until we said so long
to his skull-shrill yell

shining brightly red-rimmed
and red-lined with the time
infused with the choice of the mind
on ice skates scraping chunks
from the bells

cut mouth bleeding razor’s
forgetting the pain
antiseptic remains
cool goodbye
so you fly
to the cozy brown snow
of the east
gone to choose
choose again

sacrificial’s remains
make it hard to forget
where you come from
the stools of your eyes
serve to realize fame
choose again

the roverman’s refrain
of the sacrilige recluse
for the loss of a horse
went the bowels
and the tail of a rat
come again
choose to go

and if Epiphany’s terror
reduced you to shame
have your head bobbed & weaved
choose a side
to be on

if the stone glances off
split didactics in two
leave the color of mouse trails
don’t scream
try between
if you choose
if you choose
try to lose
for the loss of remain
come and start

start the game
I che che
che che I
che che che
kai tai koh
choose to choose
choose to choose
choose to go

–Lou Reed

X MARKS THE SPOT (ode to Nancy Jo)

Posted in Uncategorized on April 20, 2011 by kidkenoma

waiting for the phone to ring
diamond necklace on my shoulder
waiting for the phone to ring
lipstick on my naked shoulder
it seems to be my fancy
to make it with
Frank & Nancy

over the bridge we go
looking for love

looking at my hands today
look to me that they’re made of ivory
I had a funny call today
someone died and someone married
you know that it’s my fancy
to make it with
Frank & Nancy

something’s got a hold of me
and I don’t know what

it’s the beginning
of a new age…

–Lou Reed

SOaBPBWMiMH

Posted in Uncategorized on April 13, 2011 by kidkenoma

Jan lays down and wrestles in her sleep
Moonlight spills on comic books
And superstars in magazines

An old friend calls and tells us where to meet
Her plane takes off in Baltimore
And touches down on Bourbon street

We sit outside and argue all night long
About a god we’ve never seen
But never fails to side with me

Sunday comes and all the papers say
Ma Theresa’s joined the mob
And is happy with her full time job

Am I alive or thoughts that drift away?
Does summer come for everyone?
Can humans do what prophets say?

If I die before I learn to speak
Can money pay for all the days
I lived awake but half asleep?

A life is time, they teach you growing up
The seconds ticking killed us all
A million years before the fall

You ride on waves
And don’t ask where they go
You swim like lions through the crest
And bathe yourself in zebra flesh

I’ve been downhearted baby
Ever since the day we met

–Primitive Radio Gods

SHOP AND COMPARE

Posted in Uncategorized on April 12, 2011 by kidkenoma

Despite the doubled initial concerns notwithstanding forthwith & hence without recourse to attenuate the
legerdemain implicit in the obstreperous percipience germaine to the quiescent contremps of scrofulous & assiduous hagiolatry of nugatory antipodal nullupra
with little regard to the propinquity of chrysostomatic but pissant lacuna sans sesquipedalian & inchoate casuistry in the insouciant but shambolic manque palaver of the pulcritudinous synecdoche of the tendentious and jejune atelier/depanner.

In other words. No inflation. Idiots.

Except for my black Daryl K slacks. They’re inflated.

Thanks.

EVERYTHING YOU KNOW IS WRONG

Posted in Uncategorized on April 11, 2011 by kidkenoma

Well the time is turning faster
Now everybody says:
“Might be flirting with disaster”
Like Aztecs waiting for Cortez

Echoes down the corridors of legend
Graffitti on the launchpads of the gods
Says: “Payment due
On all the bets you’re hedging”
Triangle squared to even up your odds

There is no hidden secret
Or meaning to this song
There is no winning side
Or landscape to divide
When everything you know
Is wrong

Search through the ruins of an empire
Read all the writing on the wall
Says:“Virus now posing as a vampire
Is out to cut down anyone at all”

There’s a meltdown on the information hi-way
A flat-tire on the offramps of your mind
Like Montezuma, feel it moving my way
Bringing nightmares that your cable cannot bind

There is no hidden secret
Or meaning to this song
There is no winning side
Or landscape to divide
When everything you know
Is wrong…

–Kidkenoma