Happy birthday, Mighty Insect Slayer (aka "Bumble Bee Girl"
Today is the birthday of the woman I love, even more than life itself, even more than God and Sisyphus taken together, the eternal Dyad of struggle & salvation -- for the only thing beyond God is Sisyphus, & She waits in silent dawn & explosive twilight to receive him, even as Her avatar Dyes.
Yes, today is Trish's birthday. She was born on May 21, 1967, the Summer of Love. Peace. Love. Drug. Unfortunately, I haven't found a gift for her yet. I could go to Sally Ann's -- the Army's up the road -- to buy her another teddy bear, but that's kinda lame cuz she has so many already. I was also trying to surprise her with a party, but Kathy was out of town yesterday, along with Trish, for their appointment with Doc Larocque, I have yet to contact Colleen (the Noncorean one), & why is it that I have so many Invisible girlfriends when I wasn't able to find one in the City of Night, not even the archetypal Vadisystem?
Sure, if I ever showed up at a class reunion with Trish, that dread Vadisystem, the Invisible Lampshade, would call her a dog. So what does he do? Screw VD & Karen Relationships. Screw them both, anyway. Love is something the dire Lampshade doesn't understand; he's more shallow than Hell & can go there.
Yesterday, Trish was in Great Falls (the Fargo of the Invisible landscape), to visit Doc Larocque, who took her off Zyprexa, not to be scoobified (screw dem Scoobies), but because she may not need it anymore -- besides, it's near-impossible to lose weight on Zyprexa & most people gain. It was originally invented as a modification of the Clozaril molecule, intended to eliminate the side-effects -- loss of white cells, potentially resulting in death (the state & not the Substance), & therefore requiring an expensive weekly blood test, which insurance companies hate.
She went to Electric City the night before; early evening, actually. Karen the Kaseworker (no relation to Relationships) drove up in her batmobile around 5:00, along with Kathy; both of them had appointments Thursday. I stayed up for awhile after they left, doing what, I don't remember, save that I think I watched a movie on TV, as I recollect going to bed before 10:00, when some movie I was watching on TV ended. Woke up later than usual for me -- almost 9:00, so last night I cut it down to one sleeping pill & got up at 6:00 this morning, sleep being the primary indicator of where I am in the manic-depressive continuum. Having awakened, I did my internet thingy more briefly than usual -- I didn't even read all the science news on CNN.com -- & went to the Perky Pam Layout for lunch, a good place to blow your diet. I had a food stamp appointment at 1:30 -- among the many reasons I didn't go to Electric with the mighty Insect Slayer -- so I stopped in at the library, to try to find Muhammad Ali's address. Since he's a character in my hot book, The Mind-Warp Era, (under pen name W.C. Leadbeater & available from ), I want to send him an autographed copy, so that it might become a best seller among the ghetto defendants. I ran into Sharon, not the Sharalike one, but my best friend's girl, & she said hi, then I went to El Taco Loco to sit around & sip Diet Coke & Pepsi (they have both) until it was time for my appointment. Unfortunately, they're cutting our food stamps back to 10 buckadingdongs a month.
Anyway, after that I went home & watched my Yes DVD until 3:00, when I went out onto the porch to wait for the Bumble Bee Girl. Karen drove up in a white car. Trish then went down in the basement to veg out to alternative. When she went to work I went online, wasted some time on ICQ, then went to work on the Invisible Hog. What can I say about the Hog? The Hog is super Kool. He'll surely be a big hit with all the kids in the comic book stores.
Then Carmen picked me up to do her TA thing & to pick Trish up from McRonald's, where she had a fish sandwich, not a Bozo Burger. Once home, we watched the Shania Twain DVD Trish had bought in Electric; we decided to wait until today to watch Barb Wire; innocence raped with napalm fire -- at least, that's the story behind Alfalfa High & the NORML guys who lived there, especially including the Vadisystems.
So, right now, she's in the shower, in order to prepare us to see Joe (Nobodaddy calls him by his last name). I think I'll treat her to lunch at the Rock-&-Roll Restaurant as a birthday gift. Better than Bozo Burgers & comes with natural fries.
So that's it for today's post & see you tomorrow.
Yes, today is Trish's birthday. She was born on May 21, 1967, the Summer of Love. Peace. Love. Drug. Unfortunately, I haven't found a gift for her yet. I could go to Sally Ann's -- the Army's up the road -- to buy her another teddy bear, but that's kinda lame cuz she has so many already. I was also trying to surprise her with a party, but Kathy was out of town yesterday, along with Trish, for their appointment with Doc Larocque, I have yet to contact Colleen (the Noncorean one), & why is it that I have so many Invisible girlfriends when I wasn't able to find one in the City of Night, not even the archetypal Vadisystem?
Sure, if I ever showed up at a class reunion with Trish, that dread Vadisystem, the Invisible Lampshade, would call her a dog. So what does he do? Screw VD & Karen Relationships. Screw them both, anyway. Love is something the dire Lampshade doesn't understand; he's more shallow than Hell & can go there.
Yesterday, Trish was in Great Falls (the Fargo of the Invisible landscape), to visit Doc Larocque, who took her off Zyprexa, not to be scoobified (screw dem Scoobies), but because she may not need it anymore -- besides, it's near-impossible to lose weight on Zyprexa & most people gain. It was originally invented as a modification of the Clozaril molecule, intended to eliminate the side-effects -- loss of white cells, potentially resulting in death (the state & not the Substance), & therefore requiring an expensive weekly blood test, which insurance companies hate.
She went to Electric City the night before; early evening, actually. Karen the Kaseworker (no relation to Relationships) drove up in her batmobile around 5:00, along with Kathy; both of them had appointments Thursday. I stayed up for awhile after they left, doing what, I don't remember, save that I think I watched a movie on TV, as I recollect going to bed before 10:00, when some movie I was watching on TV ended. Woke up later than usual for me -- almost 9:00, so last night I cut it down to one sleeping pill & got up at 6:00 this morning, sleep being the primary indicator of where I am in the manic-depressive continuum. Having awakened, I did my internet thingy more briefly than usual -- I didn't even read all the science news on CNN.com -- & went to the Perky Pam Layout for lunch, a good place to blow your diet. I had a food stamp appointment at 1:30 -- among the many reasons I didn't go to Electric with the mighty Insect Slayer -- so I stopped in at the library, to try to find Muhammad Ali's address. Since he's a character in my hot book, The Mind-Warp Era, (under pen name W.C. Leadbeater & available from ), I want to send him an autographed copy, so that it might become a best seller among the ghetto defendants. I ran into Sharon, not the Sharalike one, but my best friend's girl, & she said hi, then I went to El Taco Loco to sit around & sip Diet Coke & Pepsi (they have both) until it was time for my appointment. Unfortunately, they're cutting our food stamps back to 10 buckadingdongs a month.
Anyway, after that I went home & watched my Yes DVD until 3:00, when I went out onto the porch to wait for the Bumble Bee Girl. Karen drove up in a white car. Trish then went down in the basement to veg out to alternative. When she went to work I went online, wasted some time on ICQ, then went to work on the Invisible Hog. What can I say about the Hog? The Hog is super Kool. He'll surely be a big hit with all the kids in the comic book stores.
Then Carmen picked me up to do her TA thing & to pick Trish up from McRonald's, where she had a fish sandwich, not a Bozo Burger. Once home, we watched the Shania Twain DVD Trish had bought in Electric; we decided to wait until today to watch Barb Wire; innocence raped with napalm fire -- at least, that's the story behind Alfalfa High & the NORML guys who lived there, especially including the Vadisystems.
So, right now, she's in the shower, in order to prepare us to see Joe (Nobodaddy calls him by his last name). I think I'll treat her to lunch at the Rock-&-Roll Restaurant as a birthday gift. Better than Bozo Burgers & comes with natural fries.
So that's it for today's post & see you tomorrow.
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