Hall of the Monkey King

Read this first.... __________________________________________________________ This is where it began but like the vagabonds that made up it's being, it moved constantly. When I knew where it was, I followed it. I was a part of it. It was a part of me. Like a viral dream it still lingers in my essence holding me back, keeping me from becoming one with the masses, from becoming just like everyone else. It's been said to me that women like men whom they think they can change. They like the image of the rebel. Perhaps that was what drove a couple of girls I knew into the house. They were dating the two brothers that lived there and the next time I went over the house gleamed. In the kitchen, the porcelain obelisks were gone. The stain in the bathtub was tediously scrubbed out of existence. George, however maintained his dubious habits. As did the two brothers. The stereo was stolen by the heroin junkies next door and the living room still showed signs of excess. Ev...

i did a little researching and my conclusions are that New Jersey has some of the crappiest highways around. granted there are about 40 states i haven't tried out yet. up until recently my least favorite highway around was rt 18 near New Brunswick. i used to live on rt 18 and to get anywhere i had to sit in traffic for about 10-20 minutes. it didn't matter what time of day or night, there was traffic at 3 am for crissakes! but now it's been replaced. while rt 18 means driving at an avg of 4 mph, the likelihood of someone coming careening out of nowhere into your car is slim. the new winner is RT 22! who ever designed this godawful road needs to be emasculated in as brutal manner as can be done. who designs a highway where all the major exits happen in the left lane? who designs a highway where there are constantly people popping out of the left side of the highway while your speeding your way across to the left lane to get to your exit? in conclusion however i'd ...

i'd been meaning to start putting these up a couple of weeks ago. but since then two things occurred. first, i suddenly had a lot of work to do. second, three quarters of this story made it into the wash and i've been trying to reconstruct them. it wouldn't be so bad except that they are the middle parts. so i have to make sure they line up the beginning and where i'm at right now. with any luck, i'll be writing again soon. ____________________________________________________ The house was unassuming, deceptive. It was a bum that sits quietly begging for change. A bum who's previous life never crossed your mind. Who knew it would become notorious? Who knew it would become more? When I first stepped inside 'dinge' grew substance and began tapping incessantly against me. What little sunlight, which wished to die, squeezed past the many towers lining the kitchen counter. Suggestions of time clustered in columns. Once they teetered but had since crus...

out of curiosity i did a quick google on "hall of the monkey king". how the heck can i be #17? in fact, people referencing my site get better billing than me. speaking of bills, there's a huge pile just staring me in the face. sigh.....

drifting throught the blogosphere i came across a post someone made about how the natural position of his mouth actually formed more of a frown than say a horizontal line. it reminded me that i used to know someone who was so horrid that when she smiled her face actually formed a frown. :( so the act of smiling was entirely in the eyes. and boy was she a bad faker. on another note, the new nickle sure does suck. i don't even know why it sucks. generally speaking it's kind of hard to generate any depth of emotion concerning coinage. but i stuck with it and i've come to a conclusion. it stinks. the only redeeming fact is that the buffalo has penis.

what the heck is going on here? last week i was collecting sweat in rare quantities and now my nipples are hard. mother natures gone daft and is taking it out on us.

i refuse to look up the definition of 'meme'. but i get the gist i suppose. so well, here's to you L : How many books have you owned? hmmm.....well, do comic books count? sans comics i suppose i have about 250-300 on hand. i think i'm currently only a few rungs above vagabond. for years i traveled with a circus and discovered that books are a real pain in the ass to carry on one's back. so i unloaded all the books i'd read (minus ones i was likely to read again) in boxes into my brothers care. i suppose that's another 200-300. and if we consider all the books i've traded in at second hand book stores for store credit and books i've loaned (indefinately) add another 50 or so then multiply by my interest level in the brad pitt, jennifer aniston, angelina jolie love triangle and well....about 3 books i guess. What was the last book you bought? wait...hold up....lemme think....oh yeah...Ten Plays by Euripides! i bought something else too but it se...

the weekend bullied me around a bit. i went out to try and get some middle-east/greek food, but alas....the place was closed. i went to get my meds from the pharmacy, but alas.....it was closed. there was a pattern developing here. i shrugged it off with my new car. but..... what the hell? the possible poltergeist that lives here locked me out of my room. there exists a key to the door. i went to go get it, but it was not there. the owner of the key was in maryland. around about philly he realized he'd left something back in maryland and wouldn't be home for another 6 hours. so i decided to take the hinges off. unfortunately, all of my tools were locked upstairs. i had to use a butter knife and a little gay hammer to knock the pins out. however the door still would not come out. in the end i had to grab an old bed frame and prop it up against this sort of enclosure that holds the doorway to utopia....or the creepiest basement in the world and climbed. i pulled the bed frame up ...

so I bought a new car. nothing fancy. but my first NEW car. the car i was previously driving was on it's last legs and i decided to unload it while i could still get some cash for it. for those of you who don't remember or weren't coming by when this went up, go here to read about my history with the invention of automobile. i just knocked on some wood. so the car i got was a hyundai elantra. i began wondering today though, if the elantra was a 'girl' car. you know...like the ford probe or the vw jetta. i hadn't thought so, and i wouldn't think so but the thought came unbidden to my mind. so i figured i'd toss it out and see what the masses thought. and by masses i mean you guys. ok....time for slumber

ok i never do this kind of thing but since it was Alli done tag me and i lurv me some movies.... 1) Total number of films I own on DVD/video: ok, now if we count boxed sets as one (ie. monster legacy set w/ 14 movies, or alien quadrilogy) i got me about 321 dvd's. yep....fortunately for my wallet i've replaced my dvd addiction with sticking my head in orifices. 2) The last film I bought: lessee.....oh right, i picked up Taxi Driver and History of the World Part I. i almost picked up the original Hobbit and Lord of the Rings, the animated one, but....i'm poor...and i needed to buy a handful of cd's too. 3) The last film I watched: John Carpenter's Prince of Darkness. Yeah boyee!! alice cooper at his acting prime! donald pleasance rocks your ass. yes he does! 4) Five films that I watch a lot or that mean a lot to me: hmmmm.....ok i have to think on this one ..... 1) Blade Runner....gotta love Ridley Scott doing some Philip K Dick. mmmm tasty existentialist thoughts...

if you're interested you can start here... 1 2 3 4 5 6 . otherwise....I hid some links in here. _________________________________________________ We watched as the horizon came and swallowed our way home. I would never see them again and they hold only a small space in me that is dripped onto this circuitry, this parchment. The bothersome aspects of concern and worry had their edges blunted and never pierced me . I suspected the girls would help us out, otherwise we would have found our way home regardless. It's been some time since I've been that carefree. -As I've taken these electric blips of memory and turned them into words I've noticed a vast difference in how I once looked at and lived life, and how I presently cope. Perhaps the veneer has been rubbed off as the years passed over it. In time I saw that beauty is not what I had thought, I learned the intangiblity of dreams. The system of values that I've clung desperately to are nigh impossible to fi...

it's possible i will have my head out of my ass soon.....but not likely. so for the past few days....everytime i get on my computer...instead of putting up the next/final installment of the story that you have all probably forgotten about...i keep going here and playing this stupid riddle/game thing. i've got an aneurysm now. i'm only on level 8 and i'm stuck!! and from what i can tell it goes up to level 81 or some such....also seems to be some negative numbers and greek ones too. ok, just so you don't think i'm a complete choad, i'll let you know i'm only on for about 1/2 hour at a time. if i hadn't shaved my head i would be pulling hair out of it.