\t\t\t\tin high school my friends and went to a diner, and dared each other to use the C word, the cunt word, whilst placing our order with the waiter. i think there was money on the line. $20. big coin. i won, too, though i was lame. i mumbled it. i was so lame that i returned the money, since the spirit of the bet was to boldly and roundly say that word, like a salute, to the waiter, preferably in a borg-like voice, deep and husky, a randy Darth Vader.<\/p>\n
\u201c what can i get you sir?\u201c<\/p>\n
\u201cI WANT CUNT.\u201c<\/p>\n
\u201ci don\u2018t think i have that i have tuna salad on…\u201c<\/p>\n
\u201cCUNT!\u201c<\/p>\n
\u201ci\u2018ll make some calls, sir.\u201c<\/p>\n
\u201cTHANK YOU FOR THE CUNT.\u201c<\/p>\n
yeahyeahyeah, it\u2018s a funny word to me, as foul as some Americans find it i think it is the most righteous comedic punchline for any circumstance. the brits, i am told, use that word as commonly as we Americans use \u201cjerk\u201c or \u201casshole\u201c, a behaviour i assume the Brits would blame on inbreeding. fucking cunts.<\/p>\n
hokay, enough racisistic and cuntonistic dabblings, but i found myself laughing long and righteous this afternoon at the idea of a deep-voiced drone marching around town announcing \u201cI WANT CUNT\u201c to everyone who might seem to be in a service-oriented capacity. cab driver: \u201cTAKE ME TO CUNT.\u201c grocery store clerk: \u201cWHAT AISLE HAS CUNT?\u201c bartender: \u201cI WANT CUNT.\u201c telemarketer: \u201cSELL ME CUNT.\u201c joe torre being asked if he would manage the new york mets next season: \u201cI WANT TO MANAGE CUNT.\u201c<\/p>\n
…..<\/p>\n
i feel sterile inside. this month of october, month of november thing, why does it have to happen at this time of year? like clockwork. i can\u2018t stay asleep. i was in bed late, 2am, but wide awake by 8:30. this is the seasonal adjustment. i wanted to wander today, and yesterday, but yesterday i had to sit and wait for FedEx to deliver the tremendous microwave convection extraveganza, and today i paid homage to the Tampa Bay Rays in their failed ALDS game #1 postseason adventure. so i had to stay in place, wandering new softwares and protocols. i have been a flickr paying customer for years but never really used it. today i adventured in to linking my sorabji.com pictures with flickr. i found a plugin\/module that failed at first, and after much failure i found a line of code that made the thing work. one line of code, something to do with a writable tmp directory, the solution lurking in a sourceforge comment board posting.<\/p>\n
i woke up thinking of Ozone Park. i hear of that part of Queens on the radio or in the Daily News but I have not been there, I don\u2018t think. The neighborhoods of New York seem like impenetrable fortresses to me, just like its people. I would like to go to Ozone Park because I like the name of the place but I have this sticky shit in my brain that stops me from going there, from going anywhere, stops me from stepping outside and presenting myself to the world on which i live.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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