Showing posts with label teh voices. Show all posts
Showing posts with label teh voices. Show all posts

Wednesday, July 24, 2013

...on the voices in your head on the van wyck expressway



the boy: i think it would be pretty cool to have a split personality

the bastard: no you don't.

the boy: i do. i think it would be cool

the bastard: son, you don't want multiple personality disorder

the boy: why not?

the bastard: look, i know that you think multiple personality is , you're a mild mannered accountant by day and in a stressful situation, a switch goes off in your head and you become a super powered being with black ops super powers...

the boy: yes. that would be cool...

the bastard: i know but my understanding, multiple personality disorder (and i could be wrong) is less like that and more like the boy is having an argument in his head

the boy: oh?

the bastard: yes, and boy#1 is convinced that there are cobras in the sink. boy#2 thinks boy#1 is wrong and he makes the case that there aren't cobras in the sink but, there are spiders in the sink. and boy#3 thinks that boy#1 and boy#2 are full of crap and that the president of the reverse vampires have snuck nano machines into the water supply

the boy: oh, that's not cool

the bastard: right, and all the while boy#4 is in fact in control of the boy and is trying to shove real cobras and real spiders down his kitchen sink at a dinner party with 20 of his closest friends.

the boy: hrm. but it would be cool to have black ops super powers though

—the bastard

Monday, December 31, 2012

the voices

the bastard woke up with a start this morning with a lung fulla phlegm…

and a head fulla voices…

5:30 is not a good start time when 1:30 was your finishing time…

and when the voices are telling you all the wrong things…

you just can't get your ass back in your rack.

shut up already, can't we talk about this later after I've had a decent sleep ad a good breakfast?

"nah", says the voices

so this isn't exactly how I wanted to end the year with phasers set to crazy.

i think I may need to take yoga or something.

—the bastard