  the promising job interview turned into a landed position . about friggin' time i managed to snag a decent source of income. and i have yet another photo shoot for this job tomorrow.... in a week, i will have graced...(? right word for this maybe?? ) two websites promoting me, myself and i and am on my way to being a "recognized" resident of this city. i dunno if i should be thrilled or even more paranoid. haha. strange enough , while walking to the interview....believing it to be a "nice" evening...taking Ashland all the way down to the corner of Fullerton and Clybourn ... some guy shouted at me from his car on the other side of Ashland in pursuit of the opposite direction i was headed...right before i hit Barry.
he shouted, " HEY! one of your favorite rapper's is MURS !!! " i looked around as other motorists looked at the maniac screaming "facts" about me.... wondering who in the hell he was. i yelled back, no flare or evidence that i knew what he was talking about, uncertain that i had really heard this guy right... "WHAT??? ..... MURS ??? " feeling a bit uneasy over the capricious moment taking place. " YEAH ..... MURS !
i SAW you THERE ! you were TALKING TO HIM ! AT THAT SHOW !!! " i had one drawn-on eyebrow cocked at this man yelling at me injudiciously.... my nature of analysis came into play instantaneously: " what in the hell ? was he hoping i scream my digits back at him so every monkey and estranged unknowns in their car could write it down ?
did that kinda shit really happen? has it worked for this maniac before ? was he waiting for me to cross four lanes of traffic, (in slow motion....arms outstretched... elaborate soundtrack of a romantic interlude of passionate awakening at FINALLY finding my long-lost lover ) hop in his car, both of us speeding off into the dusk of the blazing Tuesday evening? amazed that my Prince Charming had finally come?? was this one of those examples of somebody attempting to be more captivating by freak association ? " i simply waved him off while nodding my head.... he then appeared defeated... waved back. the light had turned green.
off the familiar stranger went. i continued walking.... please , dearest unknown deity... please don't have that wacko put up a Reader Ad to continue his elusive search for the girl he saw at an April show. the unimaginative cheesy headline will read: "Looking for my Tattooed Rapper Girl. " maybe this is another reason i am being placed upon the "Wall of Tolerance".
i seem to not have a problem with rolling odd shit off of my back anymore. it makes for a brief amusing storyline, though. i received the invitation to be honored on the Wall of Tolerance by Rosa Parks and Morris Dees for my personal efforts in making America a place of tolerance ... since i am one of those types that can't stand the ignorance of people black-listing their fellow citizens, executes hate and unfair behaviors towards their neighbors due to personal preference, religion, race, creed, age.... like, what this entire nation was BUILT upon.... love your friggin' neighbors already, you dorks .
the Wall has been designed by architect Maya Lin , the same individual that developed the Vietnam Veteran's Memorial in Washington, D.C. and is being erected in time for the 50th Anniversary of when Mrs. Parks refused to give up her seat. i will be a Founding Member . check the website at: urlLink www.Tolerance.org i watched a very demented version of "Alice in Wonderland" done by a Czech animator named Jan Svankmajer in 1987. the animation reminded me of the old school Gumby episodes that were twisted in their own right.
this movie...simply entitled "Alice" made my head cramp. it was surreal....very nightmarish. the White Rabbit freaked the shit outta me when he first came "alive" and ripped himself off of his platform. being a victim of taxidermy... whenever he got a "cut" or injured... sawdust would pour out in representation of his blood.
there was a scene where he was eating a bowl of sawdust. his eyes all bugged out.... his buck teeth more like fangs.... he clicked them rapidly....and often. and it only perpetuated in its creepiness. i dunno how easy it would be to find a copy of this.... i recommend it to anyone who can stomach such absurdity with dillusional, dark undertones . and these reasons are why i loved it so much. this guy probably hung out with Timothy Leary back in the day.... or simply created these animations to pacify and control his obvious madness. his wife made many of the dolls. a creative and insane couple. i can relate. i have decided if i am ever gonna get married, it will be to Angelina Jolie . sounds predictable and totally obvious when i say this, but it's true. she just got a brand new enormous tiger tattoo upon her lower back done in traditional ancient method of tapping upon skin with tools that resemble nothing more than a sharp stick. that IS what the name "tattoo" means.... "to tap. " if she wants to adopt a million kids from a million countries.... and she is apparently out of her mind .... that's fine by me .
if she wished to keep a vile of my blood around her neck and have insane rampant sex multiple times a day....several days out of the week... i will be more than happy to tolerate her madness. hell, invite her brother to join. it's been over a year for her. it's been a year for me. i would stroke her long hair while she rested her head in my lap. she would take me to get a traditional tattoo upon my leg in Thailand. we would travel the world and freak everyone out by saying things that "normal" people simply don't say.
we would marry just to piss off the government and those who feel we would be defecating upon the "definition of unity between two people who love each other unconditionally" , and have a stupid slip of paper declaring us "legal". it would be a beautiful thing. if we don't work out....i will always settle for Helena Bonham Carter , who hasn't married Tim Burton ... or Audrey Tautou ..... or Juliette Binoche ....(my crush since witnessing the "Three Colors" series) i've given up on Christina Ricci . she needs to eat a couple grilled cheese sandwiches...... four times daily .... for at least a year....with a six pack of PBR to wash it all down. if there is no one left in that lineup.... and I am on the brink of pushing 50 ... i guess i'll have to take up Nicholas Cage's offer that i keep turning down respectfully. by then, nobody will want our aging asses.... hell, he may not even be functional by then. " VOLTE-FACE: a complete change of attitude towards something .
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