Jan. 15th, 2006

oneirophrenia: (Hahaha)
If I ever, ever hear the song "Honky Tonk Badonkadonk" by...umm, I think it's Trace Adkins, I will instantly launch into a killing spree that will only end when some lawman puts a hundred rounds into my body or Batman successfully corrales me with a bat-rope and bat-pepperspray.

I saw a tiny clip for the video of that song during the Stillerz game today and my jaw was literally dragging on the ground at the abject inanity and feculence of the concept alone, let alone the execution.

BTW: Stillerz game today? FUCKING AWESOME. Holy christ that was a tense game--especially those last five minutes. But in the final estimation, even with the final score giving us the win by only three points, it's still safe to say we freakin' 0wned Peyton Manning's ass today. Sacked in the Colts' own endzone. Man. That was something to see.
oneirophrenia: (Zex!)
Dylan Thomas, "Love in the Asylum."

A stranger has come
To share my room in the house not right in the head,
A girl mad as birds

Bolting the night of the door with her arm her plume.
Strait in the mazed bed
She deludes the heaven-proof house with entering clouds

Yet she deludes with walking the nightmarish room,
At large as the dead,
Or rides the imagined oceans of the male wards.

She has come possessed
Who admits the delusive light through the bouncing wall,
Possessed by the skies

She sleeps in the narrow trough yet she walks the dust
Yet raves at her will
On the madhouse boards worn thin by my walking tears.

And taken by light in her arms at long and dear last
I may without fail
Suffer the first vision that set fire to the stars.

Seriously. That is the only good love poem written in the 20th Century. The only honest one, too, if you think about it....After all, what metaphor could be more accurate than that equating the whole process of "the L word" with being 302ed in the Laughing Academy? Nothing could be more accurate.

A few years ago I started a novel called Love in the Asylum attempting to write the world's weirdest love story. It involved a young albino fellow named Eric Peric (actually pronounced per-REECH, as it's Croatian, but obviously everyone in the novel pronounces it to rhyme with his first name) who gets stuck in a private institution by his parents when he tries to kill himself in order to welcome Nyarlathotep, the Crawling Chaos, into his body to fix his many, many physical deformities and mental issues. (Hmmm...wonder who that character's based on?) While lounging around the ward, blasted out of his mind on SSRIs and Thorazine, he meets Lucinda Merchoria, a completely, utterly, unredeemably IN-FUCKING-SANE girl who thinks she's a spider--amongst many other completely crazy things. Needless to say, these two nutcases slowly end up together...and I just stopped writing it because I hadn't a clue how to end it. Or really proceed from the beginning. It was a neat idea, though. Maybe I'll figure out how to resurrect it one day into some kind of comedy piece.


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