Bad Time in the Burbs

USBstance abuse and the life less lived...

There was a man who lived in total submission to every thought that crossed his mind.

He used to fill himself up with a million ideas and then watch as they left him in a dizzy array of mischief and burnt cigarettes. It was this very predicament that came to him and revealed itself through the guise of a type writter, the MAgick Typewritter known to many solely as george...

He fiddled with the settings on his desk, and stared blankely at a wall, feeling it but not knowing what it was, understanding the buddhist concept of self was all to easy and pretty much a placebo but, whenm where and how, thoughts raced through his head, he laughed and then cried, it was a but overwhelming, how is white a color and the meaning of cheesy sex still missing, HOW can I get from point A if there is no point in life ? Dumb Dumb Dumb....a doorbell rang in the missing segment of his brain, the last frozen testicle oozing out of his plate and onto the floor, that was damn annoying...DAMN annoying...I must realize that I have somewhere to go...

He just sat there staring into space, content to let his world ooze away, his balls saggy and grey, he smiled, but this time it was a fake smile, the kind you gave a teacher who you didn't want to see, the smile you flash your boss when there is nothing you would rather be doing but quitting, that devious smile, the smile you want to believe is real, cuz if it was everything would eb a lot easier, but no it's fake and fake as fuck at that...So he grinned, this was one of those shit eating grins, the kind that you give your best friend right after you fucked his girlfriend, the kind that encourages the world to come up and collectively splash a bit of frozen goo into your eye, that grin that we all like to do everyone, every time it happened, he danced out of his chair heading for the door.

A bit of jazz maestro he yelled at Aunt Mary, his imaginary parakeet, so the halls were flooded with the sounds of a million drunken musicians, the only feeling to descirbe it was pure hot diggety hell, a burning blast of astronomical porportions, have you settled into your routine yet, the thought dropped like a penny on the stockmarket floor, ignored, yet it broke up a scramble for propane stocks and soon ignited like a molotov cocktail tossed into GEneral Scotts arms, all of it left and left out for drying.

HAHAHAHA Hahahahah he laughed and laughed, the insanity was too much, no, it wasn't enough, nothign could stop him now, he would find his true love and then set forth on the best and most true journey of his life, and fuck disney world with their mamsey bambi sex slugs and there ironically oriented chip and dale dancers, this isn't about you Mr Corporate Suit, this is all about the right to live without slavery, and umm, he stumbled grabbing at his coat, falling down a flight of stairs into a pile of mildew, the basement was shivering, it was cold, it called for his comfort, the concrete was lonely, do you know how little we care for each other, the bricks in the walls, mounting up and climbing into his body, he was melting into it all, all, all...

Two hours later the ambulance arrived, it wasn't the neighbor that had called it but his super intelligent cat, the kind of cat that would be a math whiz if it had ever taken a math class, but you see feline education wasn't what it used to be so it had just emergency dialed via speaker phone, and in the background all they could hear was a humming and a crying and screams, ohh the screams, so MR. Bad Emergency TEchnician was scraping his bloody mouth off of the pavement, where there weren't slimy blood stains there were pink neon splashes of paint. They thought for a few seconds, how this man, once a very elitist pig could end up drooling pink venom onto his floor, if it could happen to him, why not me, why not tom, why not pablo and his dog Florence ?

Anxiety was ever mounting, ready to take a swing, ready to knock down and drag you away, and they all knew this, they all felt it's tug, it wasn't as simple as yes and no, tommorow and yesterday, no the binary perception of a lifetime could hardly reveal a truly sexual fornication, no this wasn't what he wanted to do after all, don't you realize I hate helping people, I HATE YOU, I HATE ALL OF YOU...the thoughts slipped right passed his inhibition and soon he found himself shouting this, shouting into the night sky, screaming, his face turning red with anger and joy, the technician ran out into the suburban sprawl, waking the world, HOWLING like a mad man...

Back at the house, the other techies were wondering what the fuck had gotten into him when they soon realized this man must be oozing out spours, mushroom clouds, this man ohh fuck, he isn't a man after all, he must be, fuck dude, what are we going to do, headquarters, they don't like this sort of thing, man I won't be able to fuck my girlfriend in quarintine, ohh shit, we're infected, look at the spot in your eye, it's getting bigger, shut up, shut THE FUCK UP, your being paranoid, we don't know...WE do, WE've seen the video special, there is no escape, none, they wouldn't make it that easy,