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Ranting
By MisterQueue (Wed Dec 27, 2006 at 10:51:36 AM EST) (all tags)
Let's Play Shall We?


My eyes hurt. Sometimes when I look left I can feel the muscles pull taut. Sometimes when I walk through aisles, a thing I rarely do these days, I cannot discern label from label without leaning in slightly. This says something about my eyes, but it certainly says something about consumption. But then that's TB... or was it Cancer? TB... it had to be... (It had to be you... oh virulent flu... My lungs full of goo... it had to be you!)

So JanĂșar approaches. I've made big plans... grand plans... devised cities made of dreams and brittle brittle bone... I cannot wait to see how quickly they crumble like the seashells when we poured hydrochloric acid upon them in 8th grade and Andy spilled it all over my shorts. Nothing is quite as embarassing to a 12-year-old as stripping down to your nothings in front of the supremely elderly school nurse with the cold hands. Hrm... except maybe stripping down in front the particularly young, attractive nurse with the soft skin and glistening smile. I'd like to think I'd have handled that latter situation better, but in reality, probably not. I'd have been all... "What... it's cold in here!" regardless. Er... what was I talking about? Oh yes... plans.

I am not, by nature, a plan maker. (I am hot, near craters, waiting for picture takers.) It is not something I do particularly well, other than to create a concept and be bemused as it becomes wet and flimsy until it eventually makes a better window than a door, because by then my drive/interest/attention span has already waned.

Lo, but I am tired... lo, but I am tired. Some days I think I keep waking up because it's really the best joke... that 5:30 spin makes me laugh more than anything.. that mirrorcoil unfurling like the flaccid flipflop of soaked sandals on some mushy forsaken beach.

"Those who can talk..." indeed... indeed.

Lost myself again.. sorry.. happens. I am not linearly drawn today. I dangle about strung up like lost sacks, my strings visible but meaningless as they hang hooked from the bow of some dirty cabinet. Maybe I have a jaunty mustache... this is dreamworld after all... it isn't? Shit.

Practicing avoision, if you will, (and you will), has become something of an addiction... the headphones.. the daydreams... the dutiful imbibing... my oh my it skewers visions until the you that you knew knew you knows just who through they threw you? Y'dig?

I kid I kid... it's all fine.. this is a big red punching glove filled with sand in a jack-in-the-box! That's all... pay no attention to the flan behind the curtain... it's all just a bucket of custard anyhow! Here's pie in your eye!

Ha! See? Keep laughing long enough and you begin to believe it.. almost... almost

almost.

The year is dead, long live the year.

-Q

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First Post! by Bob Abooey (4.00 / 2) #1 Wed Dec 27, 2006 at 10:58:47 AM EST
Hulver naked and petrified with hot grits crammed down his pantaloons!

Warmest regards,
--Your best pal Bob

Have I been gone that long? by MisterQueue (4.00 / 1) #2 Wed Dec 27, 2006 at 10:59:48 AM EST
Man this place has changed...

-Q
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It shone, pale as bone,
As I stood there alone.

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Well by Bob Abooey (4.00 / 2) #3 Wed Dec 27, 2006 at 11:11:15 AM EST
Just a bit of trickery on my part, you know, in a vainglorious attempt to undermine the masses and set the tone for some hi-jinx-ery and whatnot.

Sadly, I think my blog-graffiti scored higher on the ery scale than it did on either the hi or the jinx, but you can't win them all, eh?

Warmest regards,
--Your best pal Bob

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Certainly not this one by MisterQueue (4.00 / 1) #5 Wed Dec 27, 2006 at 11:49:34 AM EST
Well I won a pie contest once, but that was long ago.

-Q
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It shone, pale as bone,
As I stood there alone.

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It's a small world by Bob Abooey (4.00 / 1) #10 Wed Dec 27, 2006 at 01:16:06 PM EST
Because I ate a piece of pie yesterday.

Holy zoom, you don't think, wait, wait, tell me what kind of pie you ate during your contest. If it was pumpkin, well, I think you can see where I'm going with this.

Warmest regards,
--Your best pal Bob

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Wait... what WHAT? by MisterQueue (2.00 / 0) #11 Wed Dec 27, 2006 at 01:20:02 PM EST
But mom told me you were dead!

-Q
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It shone, pale as bone,
As I stood there alone.

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Good gourd by Bob Abooey (4.00 / 1) #14 Wed Dec 27, 2006 at 02:41:26 PM EST
Didn't you think it was odd that a new Chevelle all of a sudden shows up in the driveway the same day they claimed I died??? What, did you really think that mom found the car at the mall?

Frankly, I think they should have held out and at least traded me for a souped up mini-van, but you know how mom is...

Warmest regards,
--Your best pal Bob

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Wait... by tuscoops (4.00 / 1) #4 Wed Dec 27, 2006 at 11:42:16 AM EST
So does this mean that there *is* or rather *was* a plan? And what is/was it? I'm so confused.

What? by MisterQueue (4.00 / 1) #6 Wed Dec 27, 2006 at 11:50:01 AM EST
You are coming into my diary looking for answers?

Clearly you are misguided.

-Q
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It shone, pale as bone,
As I stood there alone.

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Hey, nutty. by blixco (4.00 / 1) #7 Wed Dec 27, 2006 at 12:38:45 PM EST
The best thing about the new year is new plans, ignored or not.

Goddamn plans.  They're made to be borked.

Borked!
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I accidentally had a conversation in italian at lunchtime. I don't speak italian. - Merekat

I'm more mint flavoured. by MisterQueue (4.00 / 1) #8 Wed Dec 27, 2006 at 12:56:00 PM EST
Man I guess.. but if it's borking we're talking.. I'd prefer a different form of borking.

Anyway.. happy whatever youns and youns....

-Q
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It shone, pale as bone,
As I stood there alone.

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And back atcha by blixco (4.00 / 1) #9 Wed Dec 27, 2006 at 01:09:18 PM EST
cutie.
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I accidentally had a conversation in italian at lunchtime. I don't speak italian. - Merekat
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queueueueu by sasquatchan (4.00 / 1) #12 Wed Dec 27, 2006 at 02:22:20 PM EST
merry f'ing christmas, man. Don't kill the liver over new years. How's q-mom and/or DJ-W ?

Fine and Fine I would guess by MisterQueue (2.00 / 0) #13 Wed Dec 27, 2006 at 02:33:10 PM EST
The liver is on it's way down like whoa.. if I can use such parlance.

Happy Whatever, Friend.

-Q
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It shone, pale as bone,
As I stood there alone.

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This malefactory diary by johnny (4.00 / 2) #15 Wed Dec 27, 2006 at 03:50:21 PM EST
caused me to change my sig.

She has effectively checked out. She's an un-person of her own making. So it falls to me.--ad hoc (in the hole)
I've only made females for the record by MisterQueue (2.00 / 0) #16 Wed Dec 27, 2006 at 03:53:02 PM EST
Funny.. I don't see it.

-Q
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It shone, pale as bone,
As I stood there alone.

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I'm a liar! by MisterQueue (2.00 / 0) #17 Wed Dec 27, 2006 at 03:53:22 PM EST

-Q
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It shone, pale as bone,
As I stood there alone.

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Well shoot by johnny (4.00 / 1) #18 Wed Dec 27, 2006 at 03:53:58 PM EST
This advanced web stuff is difficult.  I'm trying. . .

She has effectively checked out. She's an un-person of her own making. So it falls to me.--ad hoc (in the hole)
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What did you replace your bones with? by me0w (4.00 / 1) #19 Wed Dec 27, 2006 at 04:28:14 PM EST

"the only reason we PMS is because our uterus is screaming at our brain to go out, get fucked, and have a baby ... and it makes us angry."
I simply didn't. by MisterQueue (4.00 / 1) #20 Thu Dec 28, 2006 at 01:56:14 AM EST
Just as, I simply wasn't.

-Q
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It shone, pale as bone,
As I stood there alone.

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They are lovely by BlueOregon (4.00 / 3) #21 Thu Dec 28, 2006 at 02:45:16 PM EST

Your bones, that is.

Dry as humor (but not the humors, of which only 50% are dry, so I guess you could say my guessing is hot and cold). Humorous indeed.

I often worry about snacks on my plans; I make plans, many quite plain, but it often rains on my parade and they get washed out. Whatever floats your boat.

But I do understand the appeal of not being linearly drawn, today or yesterday, as the case may be. Fleshed out (not in) rather than line art, indeed, though the cyclical alternative, christ on a bike, is a wax-on, wax-off sort of affair I fear, which probably has more to do with painted ladies than either you or I wish to experience or admit.

As for the dead year, I'm glad I write so few checks or balances these days, else I'd spend weeks dating things to January 2006.

Man by MisterQueue (4.00 / 1) #22 Thu Dec 28, 2006 at 05:25:47 PM EST
this comment is basically golden on a string.

I haven't a jokey thing to say about it, but I am there; I comprehend.

Kind of eerie really.

-Q
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It shone, pale as bone,
As I stood there alone.

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