{"id":331,"date":"2012-10-03T22:21:04","date_gmt":"2012-10-04T02:21:04","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/fazigu.org\/blog\/?p=331"},"modified":"2026-04-07T08:55:55","modified_gmt":"2026-04-07T12:55:55","slug":"an-olio-of-miscellany","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/fazigu.org\/blog\/2012\/10\/03\/an-olio-of-miscellany\/","title":{"rendered":"An Olio Of Miscellany"},"content":{"rendered":"

Some fat fuck entitled his periodic article in The Times-West Virginian<\/em> as such. \u00a0No matter.<\/p>\n

There is so much I cannot say, for it would be printed out and delivered unto “Justice” to keep me from the children who so desperately need my guidance — a firm hand leading them toward some happiness their father could never achieve and their mother cannot deliver.<\/p>\n

That is enough to be said of Herl. \u00a0You are familiar with the history, I take it?<\/p>\n

Behind me now is a flag purchased for ten, perhaps owned by a believed patriot. \u00a0Rather than burn the symbol in solitude, I’ve pasted a series of letters in a quasi-revolutionary font upont, forming a phrase in a “dead” language:<\/p>\n

Sic. \u00a0(Thus)<\/p>\n

Semper. (Forever)<\/p>\n

Tyrannis. \u00a0(Tyrants)<\/p>\n

This conglomeration of individuals pasted likewise such through the force of Law under the guise of Justice, we sit and we type and we hammer and we money-change through our days and we go to bed tired rather than angry as the Will of the Land intends.<\/p>\n

Sprinkled throughout will be such aphorisms of dubious import and unlikely provocative of any sort of meaningful introspection by the likes of the public at large.<\/p>\n

APHORISM, n. Predigested wisdom.<\/p>\n

The flabby wine-skin of his brain
\nYields to some pathologic strain,
\nAnd voids from its unstored abysm
\nThe driblet of an aphorism.
\n“The Mad Philosopher,” 1697<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

How am I? \u00a0I’m drinking less. \u00a0I de-activated my Facebook account, then re-activated it ostensibly to spark the contacts I have connected through its medium. \u00a0Without the drunken ranting on Facebook, I am but a pathetic old fool in his man-cave drinking alone.<\/p>\n

Perhaps I am that, regardless.<\/p>\n

To rewind a moment: “She” did indeed bring a stack of papers (easily forged, you indeed know) which kept Justice from re-uniting me with my daughters without the state-sanctioned supervision for which I pay $50 per two hours per week. \u00a0Thus, I refrain.<\/p>\n

“Asylum” in its truest etymological sense means a place of refuge. \u00a0Sanctuary. \u00a0 However, as you descend through the synonyms, you encounter more sinister (left-handed) connotations. \u00a0Cover. \u00a0Covert. \u00a0Den. \u00a0Dugout. \u00a0“Funk hole.” (I like that one.) \u00a0“Safehold.” \u00a0“Snug harbor.” \u00a0(How cute.) \u00a0Psychopathic hospital. \u00a0Sanatorium. \u00a0Padded cell. \u00a0Nuthouse.<\/p>\n

Bedlam.<\/p>\n

She sent me there first. \u00a0Not directly, of course, but it was her volition that instigated my commission.<\/p>\n

Then the flowers. \u00a0Fifteen thousand dollars bond from the cunt of Amherst. \u00a0Mark Farrell or Geoffrey Klein. \u00a0I don’t recall. \u00a0He didn’t look at me. \u00a0I’ll never call a judge “your honor” again. \u00a0There is no honor in a position. \u00a0Honor is earned, not bought or elected.<\/p>\n

Am I in contempt of court? \u00a0Indeed. \u00a0I hold it in contempt. \u00a0I hold every judge in contempt. \u00a0I grab the flag on its staff and drive it through the black heart of …<\/p>\n

Sorry. \u00a0Getting purple there.<\/p>\n

I’m fine.<\/p>\n

Visited a strip club for the first time in forty years. \u00a0For a dollar, a beautiful woman will rub her breasts against your face, and hover with athletic thighs her most sacred temple of wrinkled folds centimeters from your lips. \u00a0When she is done, when the music is finished, she will kneel to the lit floor tiles and scoop up those single dollar bills and walk off stage.<\/p>\n

It is sad, for certain, but then, so are the men with dollars clenched in their teeth.<\/p>\n

We are all sad.<\/em><\/p>\n

Some are more brazenly mercenary than others, but they are all whores.<\/p>\n

We are all whores.<\/em><\/p>\n

I’m running out of steam at 10 o’ the clock. \u00a0Pink Floyd’s “Animals.” \u00a0 “Rage” in the 360. \u00a0Blast the fuck out of mutants.<\/p>\n

Me? \u00a0I’m fine.<\/p>\n

Near broke. \u00a0 $150 in the bank account on the Monday after paycheck. \u00a0 I couldn’t afford to pay the pimp-mother to see my daughters a few weeks ago. \u00a0I think this stretch will forego the double overdraft of the previous fortnight and boost my reserves summat. \u00a0Credit is night depleted. \u00a0FSA health debit card is suspended until I pay for the involuntary committal to Erie County Medical Center. \u00a0I don’t have the $333 for that. \u00a0Buying co-pays with what little credit remains, redeeming that the old-fashioned way with mailed receipts, and then get the card activated again. \u00a0If mommy has to co-pay, she should keep the receipts, and feel the sting of consequence of putting the father of her children into Bedlam.<\/p>\n

But, again, I do not wish to speak of She.<\/p>\n

This is just an update.<\/p>\n

I’m not a rocket scientist.<\/p>\n

I rock the house.<\/p>\n

And sign the tits.<\/p>\n

And that’s it.<\/p>\n

My apartment resembles a dorm room now. \u00a0 The inverted flag with that Wilkes-Booth screed. \u00a0A rotating disco light. \u00a0Lava lamp. \u00a0Posters and self-made beaded door-curtain. \u00a0Hanged guitars. \u00a0Ironic blonde Jesus affixed with a blasphemous Post-It.<\/p>\n

I’m leaving now. \u00a0 That’s the state of the disunion.<\/p>\n

Just thought you’d like to know.<\/p>\n

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