when the tempurpedic (sp?) (the fancy-bed people?) commercial comes on, and the lady's like, "come to tempurpedic.........come to bed," are you freaked out a little? like maybe there might be something between you and the lady? like she's making you an offer you can't refuse? and maybe.....just maybe......you don't really want to, but yeh, okay, you'll come to bed. you're ready.
i'm watching a documentary on charles manson. does anyone else think that whole thing is totally insanely compelling? because......yeh, i do. read helter skelter.
the prosecutor says: is he dead yet?
also, trust me. you'd rather talk to him than talk to his parole officer. really? you think, that's this guy's parole officer? whatever, man. let's hear some more guitar.
she says: yet? why not?
i had a drink (well, i had two, she had a) with the judge i appear before regularly. is that weird to say? i feel like that's weird. are we speaking another language, a different language? a different one, you and i? i think so. and so, like i was saying, i was there and so was she, and it was like having a drink with the kind of person i sort of thought she might be all the time, but was pretending she wasn't. it was very sad, yeh?
yeh.
also, don't watch the charles manson biography thing, because it's very sad. watching him isn't very sad, watching him will make you (if you're me, yeh, well) want to kill him. watching the women, though, who were and were again stronger and then beyond stronger fucked up beyond belief before and while and after, well, that's the sad part. and sure, you can be all fucked up together on acid and then be conditioned and whatever and kill, but then again.....
why, again, not dead?
okay, so this is different, maybe (maybe not?), than the way i used to talk and write and think, but i'm paid now to talk and feel and advocate and argue and deal and whatever with the real person in the real fucking shit whether they explode it to the full hilt of the law or not day by day by day, and well, it'll give anybody heartburn.
even.
Friday, August 31, 2007
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