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Disco Kroger

Posted in Uncategorized by chamblee54 on February 28, 2011







There is a twitter facility called Kool_Aid_Wino. The tweets displayed here are rumored to be produced by the ghost of Richard Brautigan. PG copied a few, and added his opinions. It should be noted that the beverage at the last supper of Jonestown was Flavor Aid, and not Kool Aid. Flavor Aid was cheaper. The flavor was grape. Pictures are from The Library of Congress
# “Pauline’s shack is made entirely of watermelon sugar, except the door that is a good-looking grayish-stained pine” # In Watermelon Sugar… is another one of Mr. B’s books. PG does not remember much of it. Mr. B did not count the punctuation marks in Ecclesiastes in Watermelon Sugar. Somehow, In Watermelon Equal just doesn’t taste the same. # “I thought about it for awhile, hiding it from the rest of my mind. But I didn’t ruin my birthday by secretly thinking about it too hard” # As you get older, birthdays are inherently ruined, by the mere fact of being a year older. The fact that you have outfoxed the grim reaper one more time is ignored in the tsunami of self pity. # “The dream depended on the purring of the cat for existence and now that the cat had stopped purring her dream was falling apart.” # Even in his nominally coherent state, PG seldom remembers dreams once awake. This might be a good thing. # “There are comets that flash through our mouths wearing the grace of oceans and galaxies.” # Comet is a strange name for a car, and even worse for a household cleanser. Once, Volvo got permission to put out a car called Comet. When that got shortened to Vomet, the plans were dropped. # “I was trying to get some sleep this afternoon but the people in the next room took that opportunity to fuck their brains out.” # The Chamblee version is trying to take a nap while some man plays with his leaf blower. The yard never stays clean for very long. Leaf blowers are sinful appliances. # “He was leaving for America, often only a place in the mind.” # After he became rich enough to tell Paul Simon to fuck off, Art Garfunkel used to walk across  America. He would hire a driver to meet him at a prearranged point and time, and set out on foot. Once, according to New Yorker magazine, he tried talking to cows. Quite possibly, he had found America at that moment. # “My body was like birds sitting on a telephone wire strung out down the world, clouds tossing the wires carefully.”# Squirrels like to cross streets using telephone lines, and sometimes fall into traffic. It must really be better on the other side. A chicken could have told them, except for the language barrier. # “Your face is so beautiful that I cannot stop to describe it, and there’s nothing I can do to make you happy while you sleep.”# Doo Bee Doo Bee Doo was not in the original lyrics to “Stranger in the Night”. It was a studio improvisation by Mr. Sinatra., beloved by existentialists the world over.





# “The blossoms will be gone and their brief February spring silenced and no longer immortal.” # Right now, there is a premature spring in Alanta. Those plants are going to be surprised when the last blast of winter rolls through. # “It’s raining somewhere, programming flowers and keeping snails happy. That’s all taken care of.”# It is now sunday night. Tomorrow is a great day for rain. Now it is monday, and a storm is supposed to come through tonight. Rain is always something to be greatful for. The next drought could start tomorrow. # “I am always the last person to know what’s going on in my life, but I have a feeling that’s maybe the way it is with everybody” # Once PG saw a frisbee coming his way. He reached out for it, and was stung. It was a golf frisbee, was thick and hard and not intended to be caught. Sometimes, PG thinks life is full of rules that are not spelled out, warnings that are not made, and things that hurt when you catch them. # “The future held only two directions: They were either going to open up a flea circus or commit themselves to an insane asylum.” # Once, someone tried to get into the Limelight, and was told he could not get in without a collar. He went to the disco Kroger, next door, and bought a flea collar. They let him in. # “It’s so nice to wake up in the morning all alone and not have to tell somebody you love them when you don’t love them any more.” # There is an audio of about 25 people reading this. When you can fake sincerity, you have got it made. # “Oh, how good those bears would taste: roasted, fried, boiled or made into spaghetti, bear spaghetti just like the Italians make.” # Would bare spaghetti be the pasta strings with no sauce? # “We stopped at perfect days and got out of the car. The wind glanced at her hair. It was as simple as that.” # Even on imperfect days you need to get out of the car. The wind’s reaction to her hair is different in Alabama than most places, because the hair is bigger. # “I like this taxi driver, racing through the dark streets of Tokyo as if life had no meaning. I feel the same way.”# A friend once named his dog Taxi. That is one of those names you cannot give a dog, especially in New York. PG traveled with Taxi many times, but never really felt any bonding. Dogs named Taxi do not keep the meter running. # “There is a passion here that would drive a deaf saint to learn the violin and play Beethoven at Stonehenge.” # Or maybe a perfume that would make Newt Gingrich eat dinner at the S&S cafeteria. Hopefully, on a sunday evening when PG and Uzi eat at Piccadilly. # “He would very carefully, like cutting a diamond, clitorally masturbate her until she came. He could have gotten a job at Tiffany’s.” # Truman Capote wrote a story about Tiffany’s one time. It became a movie, which to some is the only reason to write a book. # “I want high school report cards to look like this: Computer Magic: A, Finding out about Fish: A, Marcia’s Long Blonde Beauty: A+!” Report cards are the worst reason to go to school. Fish and computer magic are second and third. Long blonde beauty is only good until the peroxide fades at the roots. # “Sometimes when you meet people for the first time, they stare at the sky.” Maybe this is the reason why Karen Carpenter refused that ham sandwich Mama Cass offered her.




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