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Posted by kid_A on September 17, 2001, at 15:27:23
never let them see your cards // cry at funerals // don't cross the street without looking both ways // staty neutral // ignore sudden impulses // trouble lurks around every corner, you should stay at home // become invisible, early, and often // read "things fall apart" by chinua achebe // drown your sorrows with cheap television // superstitions are often true, be wary of mirrors and ladders and salt // when questioned deny everything // choose your own form of mania // drink whiskey from a boot // in movies refer to the good guys as whitey, and the bad guys as injuns // when faced with a great challenge colapse into a fetal position on bedrom floor, wail at top of lungs // discover the beauty of a petal // discover the destruction of a hornet's nest // raka eda ni kaerazu, hakyou futatabe terasazu // don't take anything for granted // paranoia will often save you from an unsafe situation // relive childhood fears through hypnosis // expect abuse of power.
Posted by susan C on September 17, 2001, at 16:51:11
In reply to How to live and act like a real human being..., posted by kid_A on September 17, 2001, at 15:27:23
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> never let them see your cards // cry at funerals // don't cross the street without looking both ways // staty neutral // ignore sudden impulses // trouble lurks around every corner, you should stay at home // become invisible, early, and often // read "things fall apart" by chinua achebe // drown your sorrows with cheap television // superstitions are often true, be wary of mirrors and ladders and salt // when questioned deny everything // choose your own form of mania // drink whiskey from a boot // in movies refer to the good guys as whitey, and the bad guys as injuns // when faced with a great challenge colapse into a fetal position on bedrom floor, wail at top of lungs // discover the beauty of a petal // discover the destruction of a hornet's nest // raka eda ni kaerazu, hakyou futatabe terasazu // don't take anything for granted // paranoia will often save you from an unsafe situation // relive childhood fears through hypnosis // expect abuse of power.stomp your feet and cry,"I wanna go home" // say No NO NO NO NO // plant honeysuckle so the humming birds come to visit your deck and it grows like a tangle and infuses the air with perfume around the entry to your home // Say Yes YES YESSS YES // eat only the very best chocolate you can find // when someone asks, "Who did this?" say, "Not me" // Deny deny deny // Denial is not just a river in Egypt // Never pass up the opportunity to use a toilet
Posted by Greg A. on September 17, 2001, at 17:23:18
In reply to How to live and act like a real human being..., posted by kid_A on September 17, 2001, at 15:27:23
See the bad in everything so as not to get your hopes up//when you feel good, act like you’re miserable//whine when everything does not go your way//blame others//refuse to discuss communication problem with pdoc//say ‘I know exactly what you mean’ when you don’t//use big words when unnecessary//refuse to take yourself seriously//exercise and then eat ice cream//vary your meds by insignificant amounts to prove you are in control//ignore every fashionable trend even if you like it// . . . and in the words of Steve Martin – be obsequious, clairvoyant and purple.
Posted by kid_A on September 17, 2001, at 21:22:36
In reply to Re: How to live and act like a real human being..., posted by Greg A. on September 17, 2001, at 17:23:18
follow every instinct no matter how perilous // defeat all foes with silence and indiference and then horendous violence // become one with yourself, and then God, and then the Buddha // build your empire near the base of erupting volcanoes // sob deep and soothing empty sobs // except nothing as fact // believe half of what you see, and none of what you hear (c) lou reed // don't let me bother you // love me for who i am // drown me in a shallow pool // eat vietnamese for breakfast, lunch and dinner // read anne sexton "the rowing endeth" // empty yourself of all emotion except love // learn to live amoungst the rocks and trees // say goodnight to sleeplessness, ambien is here to save you // fear the lack of medication // take it with a grain of salt // eat the brains of your dead // swallow your pride // video tape yourself doing trivial things // except silence as the equivalent of the word "No".
Posted by kid_A on September 17, 2001, at 21:24:51
In reply to comunity chest 4 heart dreamers and elephant birds, posted by kid_A on September 17, 2001, at 21:22:36
Posted by sar on September 18, 2001, at 1:01:27
In reply to comunity chest 4 heart dreamers and elephant birds, posted by kid_A on September 17, 2001, at 21:22:36
go barefoot whenever possible//if you can sit instead of stand, sit, if you can lay down instead of sitting, lay down//buy a featherbed for your mattress//cry in public//laugh to yourself in public//if you work for $6.60/hr stick CD's down yr undies when you get a chance//never turn down a foot massage from someone cute//be harmonious//fuck whomever you please unless committed//always tip well for good service//bless people when they sneeze//if perceived as weak, be petulant as hell//don't get too drunk with co-workers//either don't be a label-whore, or hide that you are//try every drug at least once, provide its from a good source//tell people you need a hug//laugh hysterically//when you feel like throwing a drink at someone, pour it over your own head instead//do not patronize zoos//swim swim swim swim//put your nose in a loved one's armpit//placate middle-management//try not to black-out//swing children 'round by their ankles//look at photography books//remember your dreams//learn how when and why to let go gracefully//mourn cosmically instead of consummately//get drunk and sing alone with yr stereo//take a steaming hot bath or freezing cold shower//drive as fast as you can out in nature//lie down in the grass and cry, pull up chunks, let dirt fall on you//look at yourself naked in the mirror while tripping//listen to bill hicks//recognize and create boundaries//always hold your own//don't drive drunk.
Posted by kazoo on September 18, 2001, at 1:28:15
In reply to How to live and act like a real human being..., posted by kid_A on September 17, 2001, at 15:27:23
The answer is simple: BE YOURSELF.
I don't need:
guidelines,
outlines,
flow charts,
pie charts,
org charts,
a Table of Contents,
an index,
a list of ingredients,
a panoply of conditions,
an array of techniques,
mathematical models,
statistics,
maps,
diagrams,
pictures,
drawings,
pointers,
collections,
anthologies,
composites,
etc.,
etc.,
etc.,
ad infinitum, ad nauseaum ... to "show 'n' tell" me how I should act.Let Nature take its course.
Be yourself.
And if you can't do that, then be anyone you want (ain't no sin) (ain't no crime). Fantasy will set you free.
(a natural) kazoo
Posted by dreamer on September 18, 2001, at 9:44:12
In reply to Re: How to live and act like a real human being..., posted by susan C on September 17, 2001, at 16:51:11
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// Never pass up the opportunity to use a toiletHey thats cruel poor ceramic throne do yer think it likes being sat on and fed shitz all day, all it has to look forward to is a good FLUSHING and some don't even do that!
And all that chemical cleaners .Toilets unite rebel against shite
MARCEL DUCHAMP was right!
Posted by kid_A on September 18, 2001, at 10:58:18
In reply to Re: How to live and act like a real human being... » kid_A, posted by kazoo on September 18, 2001, at 1:28:15
I am walking through the desert, naked accept for a loin cloth made of sisal rope, and a studded leather wristband. It is high noon and the sun looms overhead slowly moving across the sky with it's spidery legs. Though it seems as if the skyline were made of waves and there is not an animal to be seen, all imagined underground in shelter from the cursed sun, I feel a chill, and as if in time, without missing a beat, I feel a hand on my shoulder.I turn around and it is God, carying a walking stick and wearing a pink hat with a large plume that seems gaudy but this thought only exists for me but for a few seconds or more. On either side of Him are two minature pinchers who both seem to have feathered wings growing from their backs. My thoughts momentarily return to the Hat of God, but are interupted as He speaks:
"What are you doing here my son?", soft and gentle, quiet, I am taken aback, no booming bearded God here, a petal soft whisper that again flows over me like cool air. "I am sad, and I am lonely, I fell in love with love and it has forsaken me, I followed the north star and found an oasis of cheerless sand, I drank from the sea and went mad with lust, I swallowed raw electricity"
"Ha Ha Ha Ha" a resounding laugh, this time, shocking me again at its greatness, its total completeness, how it surrounds me again, this time like a hot bath. "Is that your answer to me, Lord?" A smile, A beat, "You were looking in the wrong place again, you walked for 900 miles yet need only have taken a step, you prayed to Me, yet could have prayed of yourself, you sought love yet forgot your own beating heart, you mistook your lust for sin, you did not hear the laughter in the rocks, you did not hear those blades of grass sing their psalm to you." "My son, you looked for answers but never saw them, cribbed on your very arm, waiting to be drank"
"But I..." and then gone, and again, the heat, left behind, naught but a dog feather, and that awful hat, and more questions, unanswered, yet inside. I sigh and turn to my left and get a Coke (tm), from a Semonite vendor.
-KID A.
Posted by kid_A on September 18, 2001, at 11:41:53
In reply to How 2 Swallow pride and electric shock treatment, posted by kid_A on September 18, 2001, at 10:58:18
Posted by NikkiT2 on September 18, 2001, at 15:47:15
In reply to How to live and act like a real human being..., posted by kid_A on September 17, 2001, at 15:27:23
I rarely cry at funerals or at other times when its expected of me!
Does this make me insane?? :o)
Posted by susan C on September 18, 2001, at 17:02:16
In reply to How to live and act like a real human being..., posted by kid_A on September 17, 2001, at 15:27:23
there is distant squeal of high pitched drills finishing new migrant housing next to my trailer park and the screetching sounds like the cry of an animal or little child and my hands are shaking and I cannot settle, and I am agitated and I hurt and confuse. The music is loud to drown out the distant but near confusion of high pitched penatrating mechanical cry. Cry, I wish I could cry, I wish I could go away, I wish I could I wish I could. Hours of cleaning out old bottles in the bathroom uncovered old plans, childproofing a house 22 years ago. Stopping having dinner with neighbors because one neighbor asked another who has a young child, who needs childproof house and he runs around,
oh doesnt this remind you of when our boys were young? and I can barely smile. I can sit and ask stilted questions, but when the mother swats the child and the father forces food through his mouth. I cant deal with it. I am a lone I am a human bean, my back hurts, I need some wine with my cheese, I would like to get drunk, or disappear, but I already have and now there is nowhere but here. Maybe this is why there are padded silent rooms? I am trying to communicate. Are you there? I am trying to make sense. I am crying.
Posted by dreamer on September 18, 2001, at 17:29:43
In reply to human bean, posted by susan C on September 18, 2001, at 17:02:16
Oh Sweetheart,
Wish I could help .
We'd buy balloons lots of em, and them colorful streamer thingies wear them round our neck get a real homemade cake have a trifle(don't know US equivalent - fruit jelly?).
Have a jelly fight and stamp on all them balloons whilst singing silly songs.
You can still cry if u want I'll cry with u I'm doing alot of that lately.
Posted by Greg A. on September 18, 2001, at 18:22:12
In reply to human bean, posted by susan C on September 18, 2001, at 17:02:16
Susan,
Hang in there . . . please. I look forward to your comments and insight here at PB. Seems lot's of us feel like crying lately so you have company.
If I can possibly pass on a bit of happiness to you, i will try my best.Greg
Posted by susan C on September 18, 2001, at 18:29:55
In reply to Re: human bean » susan C, posted by dreamer on September 18, 2001, at 17:29:43
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> trifle, mmm sweet cakie thing.Just got off the phone with a survey thingie...how did they know? It was the longest set of questions I have ever been asked, it made me think, really, really, really hard. at one point I asked how long it would continue, (as my brain was getting tired) she said she didn't know, as it was the first time she was doing it. I must have been answering questions for close to an hour about the petrolum and natural gas industry...scale of one to ten, one to 100. some of the questions were very poorly written, and one had a word in it that sounded like a type o but she read it to me and it still didnt make sense...Somehow I am on the 'call this person she will participate in a survey'list I love to give my opinions, even when they are crazy and dont make any sense.
Then you sent me ballons, I like the idea of stomping and singing silly songs.
Did you get the bow ket of flowers I snuck up and left at your door? Have you ever watched Keeping up Appearances with Hyacynth Bouquet? Not BUCKET...BOOOOO u QEEE
Time to check and see if the screetching is over with and if I can go lay down...
Thank you
more settled mouse
p.s. I would tell him 'all lines are busy'
Posted by dreamer on September 18, 2001, at 18:58:41
In reply to Re: human bean » dreamer, posted by susan C on September 18, 2001, at 18:29:55
I must have been answering questions for close to an hour about the petrolum and natural gas industry... >
Wow! you're lucky HEHECHUCKLES .
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> Did you get the bow ket of flowers I snuck up and left at your door?Thanks the're a lovely boooo u QEEE
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> p.s. I would tell him 'all lines are busy'Just remembered I got a recording for the answering machine saying....please replace the handset and get a life.
Dreamerelievedyourokay.
Posted by susan C on September 18, 2001, at 19:02:02
In reply to Re: springing beans » susan C, posted by dreamer on September 18, 2001, at 18:58:41
Posted by Krazy Kat on September 19, 2001, at 9:14:25
In reply to human bean, posted by susan C on September 18, 2001, at 17:02:16
> there is distant squeal of high pitched drills finishing new migrant housing next to my trailer park and the screetching sounds like the cry of an animal or little child and my hands are shaking and I cannot settle, and I am agitated and I hurt and confuse.
=== This reminds me of the squeals of the poor little piggies at the county fair before the had to race each other...The music is loud to drown out the distant but near confusion of high pitched penatrating mechanical cry.
=== It's raping the landscape so to speak?
Cry, I wish I could cry, I wish I could go away, I wish I could I wish I could.
=== Oh, Susan, I so often wish this, and dream of riding in the desert in New Mexico, or driving through in a pick up to somewhere, alone, blissfully alone.
Hours of cleaning out old bottles in the bathroom uncovered old plans, childproofing a house 22 years ago. Stopping having dinner with neighbors because one neighbor asked another who has a young child, who needs childproof house and he runs around, oh doesnt this remind you of when our boys were young? and I can barely smile. I can sit and ask stilted questions, but when the mother swats the child and the father forces food through his mouth. I cant deal with it.
=== I think we have over-sensitive qualities, we crazy ones...
I am a lone I am a human bean, my back hurts, I need some wine with my cheese, I would like to get drunk, or disappear, but I already have and now there is nowhere but here. Maybe this is why there are padded silent rooms? I am trying to communicate. Are you there? I am trying to make sense. I am crying.
=== Crying is good. It's when you can't cry, I think, that it is worse.
So sorry, you're sad. I see you're rapid cycling piece as well.
What else is going on with the meds/life?
- K.
Posted by Headlikeapotato on September 21, 2001, at 1:37:50
In reply to Re: Toilet humour aint funny., posted by dreamer on September 18, 2001, at 9:44:12
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> // Never pass up the opportunity to use a toilet
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> Hey thats cruel poor ceramic throne do yer think it likes being sat on and fed shitz all day, all it has to look forward to is a good FLUSHING and some don't even do that!
> And all that chemical cleaners .
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> Toilets unite rebel against shite
> MARCEL DUCHAMP was right!Toilet humour maynot be funny, but at least its good for wiping with.
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