Showing posts with label HIGH SCHOOL. Show all posts
Showing posts with label HIGH SCHOOL. Show all posts

Monday, July 3, 2023

BURN BABY BURN

with last weeks heat wave reek'n complete havoc across the entire planet
i barely survived without sizzle'n like a piece of pork tenderloin with a side of hollandazed and confused sauce...i mean seriously kittens...i was practically molest'n my fan in front of my frigid air conditioner...while my deviantly depraved dehumidifier watched in complete horror and will be goin fer round 2 this week as well i guess

i swear all i heard on a loop fer the past 2 weeks was SUZANNE VEGA's
 scorcher from 1992 "99.9 FARENHEIT DEGREES" that i was already 100% over with before it began...
BUTT...let's bounce from that...shall we?

so after spend'n hours riffle'n thru my buried treasures from...well...let's just stick with many many MANY moons ago...shall we? i came across
(HEY...keep it clean pervie's) the very 1st short story that i had ever written fer a paper in my tender teenage angst years durin' type'n class that i believe was the only A i had ever received in said class back in 1987 (since i only did this 1 particular assignment thee entire course of the year) which is probably the only reason why i saved the paper...it would become a sorta precursor to what i would eventually become many many MANY moons later on in life...that i merely titled:

"SOME LIKE IT HOT"
though this story had absolutely nothing to do with Marilyn...nor have i edited this school paper since i wrote it almost 40 years ago...AND YES...i used proper punctuation back in the days as you will notice (so sue me cuz i didn't keep it up kittens) now make yerself a dilantin daiquiri and enjoy the plausible headache!

Sure you are probably sick of these long days of the below zero temperatures. You dream of sailing away to some exotic island like
Bermuda or Jamaica, laying on the beaches sucking up as many possible coconut drinks as your gut can take in and soaking up all the harmful ultra-violet rays from the sun until your body turns to a rotten brown and large bubbles of fleshy juices grow on your back.

Well, there is one place you can escape the cold, bitter death of winter. But this is not just an ordinary "come and go as you please" resort.
Nor is it a tourist attraction, though many people hear stories about how to get there. Keep in mind though, that if you enter, there is no exit.

I've been here once before. it's the perfect place i would love to see half this demented world live. Some actual human beings showed me how to
escape, but other grotesque forms of life calling themselves humans, are trying to get me committed again. Fear not, i shall never return.

I do still have some vivid memories of my once in a lifetime "home away
from home" vacation. I'll do my best to recap all of the heart-aching, back breaking, head twisting details as i can.

The first thing I remember about this place was that there was cherry-hot lava everywhere, oozing out from the sides of the walls like blood clots dripping out of an open heart wound. Giant crater-like ant hills spread about on the floor were also filled with the lava. Every time that a pocket of
air would get trapped inside the lava, it would pop as it reached the opening. I could hear the lava splatter and sizzle as it hit the charred rock floor. I did my best to avoid the splatters, but one small glob of lava scorched the side of my upper left leg. I was kind of glad that it happened, because it got rid of a sick and repulsive tattoo of a dirtball rabbit a friend put on me one night when i was loaded.

side not...apparently...my teacher noted that this last sentence was NOT relevant to my description in her notes...BITCH PUHLEEZ...this was
STORY...plus...i was a teen with a 'tude fer fuck sakes...
E-V-E-R-Y-T-H-I-N-G was relevant!

The steam from the thin cracks beneath my feet was so intense that it felt like a pack of wolves were puncturing my eyeballs with their sharp nails.
The heat wasn't any better. It was like I was sitting next to an egg and two slabs of bacon in a frying pan. Any minute I knew my body was going to be burnt to a crisp. So i started running around in a circle to try and create a small breeze.

After some time my feet were helplessly screaming for me to rest. So I found a rock that wasn't surrounded by lava and took a little break. The bottoms of my tennis shoes were melting off so I took them off and scraped the rest of the rubber that had stuck to the bottom of my feet.
Stroking the under-half of my feet, I felt the rush of a stinging feeling like i was being cut by every piece of paper in the world. The stinging got worse as a small amount of steam hissed out from beneath my feet. So I took off my shirt and ripped it in half and tied each piece around my feet.

I hadn't noticed it earlier, but as I grabbed in two huge breaths of air, the stench in the air was so putrid that every breath thereafter would burn the
insides of my throat and nose. Desperately I needed to find some water. I jumped to my feet, ignoring the tremendous amount of pain, and proceeded down a long, dark tunnel.

Upon finding a new tunnel, I noticed a change in the scenery. This path was much more narrow than the others. The walls had only small amounts
of lava seeping out of the tiny cracks. Steam from the ground was as hot as a sauna back home. Things were happening that were good for a change. I kept a stiff upper lip and hoped for a better outlook.

As I progressed further and further into the tunnel, the lava grew less and the steam got as cool as the summer nights. Then, in the clearing up ahead, I saw a bright and blinding light appear. As I moved closer to the light, still unable to see anything, noises started calling out my name.
Each had its own distinct tone of voice. Still squinting, I heard my name repeated and repeated over and over again. It sounded like a bunch of munchkins from the land of OZ. As the noises got louder and louder the pounding in my ears got worse.

I was too curious to see who was calling my name, that i didn't bother to worry about if I was going to go blind if i opened my eyes. I got down and laid on my back. Relaxing every muscle in my body, I concentrated on
opening my eyes. I had gone through so much excruciating pain and over-exhaustion that it was hard to open my eyelids. For a second I paused. Then I proceeded to push every muscle in my body into my eyelids. With the start of my engine, I popped open my eyes. I had awakened.

~FIN~
now GET OFF MY DRESS!

Monday, April 11, 2022

a long time ago...

with all who's been maliciously reek'n havoc across the entire planet lately
from the Ukraine crisis in BUCHA to a bloated undercooked blood sausaged scrotal sack tarnish'n her tiara reign over KETANJI BROWN JACKSON nomination to everyone STILL talk'n about that bitch slapped back hand sammich the FRESH PRINCE fried up fer the pint sized ROCK that was felt across the globe i barely had time to collect my deviously dirty thoughts and quite frankly to be honest unless it's related to my covid...pregnancy or aids test...i can honestly say i no longer wanna deal with any more of this fuck'n negativity this week!
BUTT...what else is new?

so after spend'n hours riffle'n thru my buried treasures from...well...let's just stick with many many MANY moons ago...shall we?...i came across
(hey...keep it clean pervie's) the very 1st short story that i had ever written fer a paper in my tender teenage angst years back in 1986 when i was but 15 tenderly and supple years young durin' type'n class that i believe was the only A i had ever received in said class (since i only did this very one particular assignment thee entire course of course that year) which is probably the only reason why i saved the paper which would become a sorta precursor to what i would eventually become many many MANY moons later on in life...that i simply titled:

"SOME LIKE IT HOT"
though this had absolutely nothing to do with Marilyn...nor have i edited this school paper since i wrote it & YES i used proper punctuation back in the days as you will notice so sue me cuz i didn't keep it up! now hold on to your patience & let's begin...shall we?

Sure you are probably sick of these long days of the below zero temperatures. You dream of sailing away to some exotic island like
Bermuda or Jamaica, laying on the beaches sucking up as many possible coconut drinks as your gut can take in and soaking up all the harmful ultra-violet rays from the sun until your body turns to a rotten brown and large bubbles of fleshy juices grow on your back.

Well, there is one place you can escape the cold, bitter death of winter. But this is not just an ordinary "come and go as you please" resort.
Nor is it a tourist attraction, though many people hear stories about how to get there. Keep in mind though, that if you enter, there is no exit.

I've been here once before. it's the perfect place i would love to see half this demented world live. Some actual human beings showed me how to
escape, but other grotesque forms of life calling themselves humans, are trying to get me committed again. Fear not, i shall never return.

I do still have some vivid memories of my once in a lifetime "home away
from home" vacation. I'll do my best to recap all of the heart-aching, back breaking, head twisting details as i can.

The first thing I remember about this place was that there was cherry-hot lava everywhere, oozing out from the sides of the walls like blood clots dripping out of an open heart wound. Giant crater-like ant hills spread about on the floor were also filled with the lava. Every time that a pocket of
air would get trapped inside the lava, it would pop as it reached the opening. I could hear the lava splatter and sizzle as it hit the charred rock floor. I did my best to avoid the splatters, but one small glob of lava scorched the side of my upper left leg. I was kind of glad that it happened, because it got rid of a sick and repulsive tattoo of a dirtball rabbit a friend put on me one night when i was loaded.

side not...apparently...my teacher noted that this last sentence was NOT relevant to my description in her notes...BITCH PUHLEEZ...this was MY
STORY...plus...i was a teen with 'tude fer fuck sakes...
E-V-E-R-Y-T-H-I-N-G was relevant!

The steam from the thin cracks beneath my feet was so intense that it felt like a pack of wolves were puncturing my eyeballs with their sharp nails.
The heat wasn't any better. It was like I was sitting next to an egg and two slabs of bacon in a frying pan. Any minute I knew my body was going to be burnt to a crisp. So i started running around in a circle to try and create a small breeze.

After some time my feet were helplessly screaming for me to rest. So I found a rock that wasn't surrounded by lava and took a little break. The bottoms of my tennis shoes were melting off so I took them off and scraped the rest of the rubber that had stuck to the bottom of my feet.
Stroking the under-half of my feet, I felt the rush of a stinging feeling like i was being cut by every piece of paper in the world. The stinging got worse as a small amount of steam hissed out from beneath my feet. So I took off my shirt and ripped it in half and tied each piece around my feet.

I hadn't noticed it earlier, but as I grabbed in two huge breaths of air, the stench in the air was so putrid that every breath thereafter would burn the
insides of my throat and nose. Desperately I needed to find some water. I jumped to my feet, ignoring the tremendous amount of pain, and proceeded down a long, dark tunnel.

Upon finding a new tunnel, I noticed a change in the scenery. This path was much more narrow than the others. The walls had only small amounts
of lava seeping out of the tiny cracks. Steam from the ground was as hot as a sauna back home. Things were happening that were good for a change. I kept a stiff upper lip and hoped for a better outlook.

as I progressed further and further into the tunnel, the lava grew less and the steam got as cool as the summer nights. Then, in the clearing up ahead, I saw a bright and blinding light appear. As I moved closer to the light, still unable to see anything, noises started calling out my name.
Each had its own distinct tone of voice. Still squinting, I heard my name repeated and repeated over and over again. It sounded like a bunch of munchkins from the land of OZ. As the noises got louder and louder the pounding in my ears got worse.

I was too curious to see who was calling my name, that i didn't bother to worry about if I was going to go blind if i opened my eyes. I got down and laid on my back. Relaxing every muscle in my body I concentrated on
opening my eyes. I had gone through so much excruciating pain and over-exhaustion that it was hard to open my eyelids. For a second I paused. Then I proceeded to push every muscle in my body into my eyelids. With the start of my engine, I popped open my eyes. I had awakened.
now GET OFF MY DRESS!

Monday, March 28, 2016

ARSCHLOCH!

sounds so "je ne sais quoi" when said in french...even though the title 
is in german...but once you figer out the translation...it just means yer an asshole

there's always that one lil kitten that'll pounce on those who are weak
just to prove that they are a total A double snake hole to their friends...it's an annoy'n but all to often an acceptable passage into teenage life...kids just being kids!

BUT there are those that NEVER grow up...and what is a butt...
but an asshole full of shit!

i had fergotten about most of my teenage angst and ridicule that i suffered at the hands of certain peers thru-out high school...like most do once they
leave the shell of their former self...that is until one particular incident reminded me some people never grow up...
and it made me hop on my huffy bike and remember how cruel a certain portion of the prepubescent pimple charade parade can really be to their generational flock

after a much deserved nervous breakdown durin' my religious education in 10th grade...i got my pink slip to finally attend public education...after being forced to attended J-man high school fer the past 3 years of my life
(FYI...the prepubescent pimple population AIN'T any better in the J-man schools)

by my 3rd month at public education...most of my friends that i had acquired pre-high school...were no longer interested nor remembered who i was...and i couldn't blame them...I WAS NO LONGER the "Kermie"...
"mohican" or any of the other countless nicknames i was christened with durin' grade school (i will have to say to their credit...as far as nicknames went...i pretty much went unscathed...unlike alot of the easier targets)

but 3 years and puberty later...we ALL changed...physically...mentally...
and socially...why not!...i no longer sported the Richie Cunningham cut...sitt'n at the lunch table across from my 2 friends from my previous life

it's was the 80's after all...and i'd built a shield of ownership and absolute
 independence...thanx in part to the wondrous worlds of my 2 hero's...Mr. O'Dowd & Miss Ciccone...whenever i was down i would lock myself in my room for hours...turn'n my boombox to ear pierce'n high (or maybe that was my voice) torture'n brainwash'n my household as i auditioned on my own stage 
with the help of sister's strawberry shortcake mirror and hairbrush that i repossessed fer her make'n a mess of our sleep'n quarters

i had tossed away my depression pants and suppression blouse i had worn for 3 years in J-man school...and was now a tick'n time bomb that
 finally exploded all over everyone around me since i was no longer shackled to the bible stories comic book of casually convenient oppressiveness's or under any religious fashion police regime...and became the singer of the very sound of my hometown along with my psychotically artistic genius and friend Dr. Bob...fer one memorable nite only...in the ASTRO PUSSYCATS

a force field of aqua net held up my crown of spikes atop of my head...
and i thought nothing or no one could huff or puff or blow my balance down...that is...until 7:45 am one morn'n
BUTT....move'n on

Wendy and Shelly (not to be confused with Wendy and Lisa from Prince)
incidentally...i met a Lisa D who was my 1st newly acquired friend that day (now where was i) oh yea...so their eyes popped outta their heads
like some Ren & Stimpy cartoon...after what they had just witnessed in front of them

feel'n a slight breeze pass the top of me...i noticed someone runn'n away like some alter boy from a confessional...confused...i had asked them both
"what just happened?" runn'n my hand across the back of my head...i felt one of the spikes in my crown was no longer around and there was no dr. suess rhyme that could possibly calm me down

the blood rushed to my head like i was about to rip outta my clothes...
 any second so i immediately had to make a decision...since i spent a good hour prior to school perfect'n my image to be seen (as those in the pimple parade usually do)

do i go ape shit and Columbine the entire pimple parade in my sight?
or do i have a nuclear meltdown and spontaneously combust?

since i didn't pack my sawed off shot-gun (well Bambie cured me of that)
and i knew physically...i could be snapped like a pea pod...so i darted fer the nearest exit before the 1st tear would ever hit the lunch room floor

by the time i made it home...i didn't care what anyone thought anymore and the flood gates opened...i could barely form a sentence relive'n the horror to Miss Crawford...who wondered why i was home from school so early...but i wasn't expect'n the response that i was given by my parental
adviser..."if ya wanna look like an ass...ya get what you deserve!"
(and unfortunately...that is a direct quote seared into my memory banks)

so i hopped on my sparkly huffy bike to my best friend's palatial palace...
in the house'n projects and luckily his ma Sis...in her daisy dukes...puff'n away on her marlboro lites...gave me a completely different slice of advice cake to eat...
"you sue that mother fucker and tell the judge you were grow'n yer hair to be in a rock band!" (and YES ...even though it's been over 30 years...i kept that quote in my memory banks)

WOW!...that was the straw the broke this non heterosexual's timid shell
i had my Judge Judy moment 3 months later...
and acquired a new crop of cool friends along the way

it was THEE event of the decade that year...the punk versus the prep
or at the very least...in my pre unintentionally internationally unknown universe's head...it had never been done before...nonetheless i was not gonna back down...i had my fair share of threats thrown my way from the treacherous ticks try'na talk me outta it...i had heard years later...a portion of the school had placed 2 to 10 odds that i was even gonna win...
fuck me gently with a chainsaw...i had zero desire to let anyone pull off my scrunchy again...i was gonna let all know who i was!

and even though i had only won $37 outta the $2500 i was ask'n for...
(hey i was 16...i was goin for the big bucks anyway i could) i wanted outta dodge A.S.A.P. and start my own destination...written by my own rules...far away from the backwater mentality of some small cow-town crap

i've since become the unintentionally internationally unknown perform'n
illusionist of my own universe in my own dimly lit spotlight (as you very well know by now) and no one's rays can harm me anymore...so don't waste yer breath...just GET OFF MY DRESS!