From f315bdf4aef2e84f94c5ec47ecd4ffa9f03d4a31 Mon Sep 17 00:00:00 2001 From: dtb Date: Tue, 15 Aug 2023 18:04:19 -0400 Subject: [PATCH] 2023-08-14 --- homepage/homepage | 166 ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ 1 file changed, 166 insertions(+) diff --git a/homepage/homepage b/homepage/homepage index 5f0071d..5f7fcf5 100755 --- a/homepage/homepage +++ b/homepage/homepage @@ -1928,6 +1928,172 @@ If I don't, escalate the issue to the host of this site (this can also be found +/blah/2023-08-14.html + +2021-01-12 + +sitcom.txt + CARLOS walks into the room. +FELL: So, how'd it go? +CARLOS: It went well. It went pretty well. + CARLOS faints onto the sofa. FELL grabs a bottle of water and pours a + third of it on CARLOS. +FELL: Well? Just well? Did you... +CARLOS (sputtering from the water): Yeah. Yeah we did. It was... sexy. +FELL: Sexy? +CARLOS: I mean, I almost died. But it was sexy. +FELL: How?.. +CARLOS: Ah.. strangulation? +FELL: Strangulation? +CARLOS: I was suspended from her ceiling fan by a rope. +FELL: Oh. +CARLOS: I just need to take a quick nap to recuperate here. +FELL: Is that why you have a new turtleneck? +CARLOS: Yeah. She gave it to me when she took me out to Dennys. +FELL: Oh, well that was nice of her. +CARLOS: On a leash. +FELL: A leash? +CARLOS: I was fortunately wearing a paper bag, so it's okay. No embarrassment. +FELL: How did you eat? +CARLOS: I didn't. She said she was going to peg me later. +FELL: Did she? +CARLOS: Yes. +FELL: Was it your first time? +CARLOS: No. Thank god. She pulled out a nine-incher- +FELL: Jesus, a nine-incher? +CARLOS: That's what she called it. It was more than a foot though. +FELL: The nine inches was... +CARLOS: The nine inches was its girth. Yeah. +FELL: Did it hurt? +CARLOS: Not really, she gave me some drugs or something- +FELL: Let me see your eyes. + FELL shines a bright light into CARLOS'S eyes. Their pupils shrink. +FELL: Your eyes aren't dilated. +CARLOS: Yeah, I'm not still high or anything. +FELL: So, she hanged you up like a pin~ata- +CARLOS: Like some kind of French pin~ata- +FELL: and then after she was done with you there, doing?.. +CARLOS: She put a vibrator in my ass. +FELL: So you were swinging around by your neck with a vibrator in your ass? +CARLOS: In my ass and two on my nipples. +FELL (concerned): Was all of this consensual? +CARLOS: What, does she seem like a fucking monster to you? Of course it was. +FELL: I was just checking. +CARLOS: I loved that shit. We're going on our second date next Friday. +FELL: That was the first date? +CARLOS: That was me coming over to play video games. Things just snowballed. + +2021-12-03 + +priongod.odt + I am rotting. I can feel it. My brain eats at my skull at my eyes at my +tongue my tongue. Left arm gone. GOne. I am sitting in this freezer rotting. +The flies cannot find me but it doesn’t matter. In the years after I am gone +the precipitation the weather the wind the rain the snow the sleet the hail +will fall will reign will blow will fall will fall will destroy this building +not today not tomorrow not in a hundred years but. IN a hundred years. Plus +one. Plus one day. The rust, the rot, the rot of the barrier between me and the +world will become rot in here with me with what used to be me. And my rot, my +sacred rot, will join the world’s. And the flies will find me will find what’s +left and they will love me and I shall bE THEIR GOD. But now as I sit I a,m no +GOD no MESSIA the messiah came and I was weak as were everyone ELSE. We are all +dead. I am merely the last animate in a sea of death. + I was seven days younger when the fast moving slow destroying +harbringer of harrowing horror bit flipped and started eating a cow a hundred +magnitudes’ faster. Deus ex bovem venit. + Nobody at work read the news. Then half the cows in Canada died in the +span of eight hours. Nobody at work could afford to hide from the news anymore. +Fast food. Our lives were made from the deaths and consumption of cows. + By the time the corporation that owned the building in which I made my +living determined the price of the new scarce burger the rest of the cows in +Canada had died too, and half the people had died with them. It was at this +point that people started to worry. + Six days ago I woke up to an alarm clock that would never ring again to +a world that had changed and to the realization that I could not feel my left +foot. + +2021-12-23 + +epilogue.odt + I woke up at dawn to the peace of my home, got out of bed, without +making it, a single pillow and blankets on a tatami mat, next to some books, +found in the basement of a church, some of its stones even still standing, +whatever denomination it was wiped away with its believers, said good morning +to my mother and father, whom I love, and who taught me love, love the only +thing I know, war wiped away, destroyed not by itself but by something smaller, +greater, got out the door, spoke my hello to the cow, the chicken, the grass, +the flowers, and began my stroll through the green, my daily walk, through the +once urbanus field, the only thing remaining being the dust of concrete and +glass, metal, lithium, my stroll my favorite exercise, through the peace of the +outside, from the peace of my home, in this piece of the world. + With the ascending sun today to my starboard, I walked through my field +of soy and wheat and potatoes, almost undisturbed by rot. I kept beatpace until +it reached halfway between the heaven and the dirt which was when I came to the +barrier, new, of the century, that had bothered me last moon. There it stood. +Moss had yet to take its rightful place and no cracks were in its boulders. +Enough powder we had to take us again to this season, more than enough barrels, +yes, but I’d have liked more soy just in case. More soy in that place. Now +there were only stones and flowers. + By the sun’s peak I’d returned home, and knowing my father had known +this land before I’d known this life, I found him in a rocking chair in the +pasture, rocking back and forth, staring at a lone tree in the shadow, his hand +fallen to his side, fingers brushing the cow, whose own chest rose and fell, as +he rocked, the cow laying next to him in the same peace. “Father, do you know +the edifice, beatpace eighth the right sun from home, new as it stands?” + He didn’t open his eyes. “Yes, if you can call it that. My own father +built it. Do you know why it stands?” + “No.” + My father took his hand from the cow and traced the air. “It…” he +trailed off. “The words flee. Where are we to Sol?” + “Nine suns past its solstice.” + He smiled. “Bo; go back to the stones. You’ll see why your ancestor +erected them.” + I returned to the stones by the time evening started to take its toll, +sat by the flowers, and waited for epiphany. It came after the sun’s set, when +a low roar rose from the sun’s resting place. I lay staring up at the brilliant +night sky when the roar swallowed me all at once. Jumping to my feet, I saw it +all around me, a black mass, running past me towards the sea. A herd of cattle. +I’d never seen one before, nor had I seen so many fauna in the same place, +twenty or thirty cows running towards what I had never known. I and the moon +above me stood upright watching them go. + After I slept I returned to my father, still in the pasture. The cow’s +chest was stationary. + “Miles, did you find what you sought?” + “Yes.” + My father seemed weary. “Would you say it’s been nice, to be here? To +exist in this world?” + The tree’s leaves were as green as I remembered. “Yes. It’s a good +world.” + Father smiled. “I’m glad you see it this way.” + + +/blah/2023-08-12.html + +Five more days. + +The tubes are in the process of being packed. I'm gonna do some cleaning this +morning (maybe). I have a shit ton of Thinkpad X200 Tablets from work I was +doing and I was gonna give one or two to locals but I think our government +provided tablets are enough for everyone. + +I don't have the energy to explain. Through some government program the needy, +after filling out half a dozen forms, are given a free ten-inch tablet and a +15GB/month 4G LTE data plan that will be paid for until whatever act provides +it expires. Or you can bribe the person handing them out. $20 bought me a ten- +inch tablet and 15GB/month indefinite data plan. I don't feel bad because I +most likely qualify, I just hate forms. I can't figure them out. Something in +my noggin just can't do paperwork. I've been using the government tablet for +piracy. Breaking the law with government approval works pretty well for the +CIA, at least. + +I got new Doc Martens and I feel scummy about it. They're a leather product. A +cow died so my feet could be dry. They don't make 1460 SRs (slip resistants) +vegan and I need them for kitchen jobs - while regular 1460s are good enough +for a kitchen, I need my boots to be unimpeachably adequate, which these +standards-compliant boots are. And they cost an arm and a leg but hopefully +they're worth it. + + /blah/2023-08-06.html The blah/ works now as well as it did early July, but is based on homepage, my