say yes to yeses and noes

My sister is in town. She depresses me. She is anorexically skinny and fat. Her teeth are black. her skin is gray. her eyes are red. her demeanor is blue. She is permanently tweak-y. and plainly stupid. Her body is constantly making noises whether its loud talking, farts, burps, moans, cracking joints. So that’s why i don’t like drugs i guess.

She watches CSI reruns all day and complains about there not being enough pictures of her around the house. She chastised my mother for throwing out her cigarette butts because she was going to reincarnate them into a new all butt cigarette. “Don’t you know how expensive cigarettes are!”

Our longest conversation…

her: Is that a book? What you reading?

me: Women

Her: whazit ahh-bowt?

me: women

her: like their lady parts

me: partially

I escape frequently. Earlier today, I was driving at high speeds with Billy Childish. The car in front of me had a bumper sticker reading: SABAN/PALIN ‘O8 with a picture of palin wearing a bear bryant hat. I sped past them and mimed the throat slash motion to the driver. Jihad.

Later a tree almost fell on me. instead it was stopped by a power line. Fire and sparks rained down for awhile. people called 911. I laughed. “Are you ok?” they said. “I’m great”. It was awesome. what had happened? I wasn’t really sure. It didn’t matter. I saw happiness topped with little sprinkles of  fear on the horizon. i will walk headlong; naked into it. is it golgotha or valhalla? are we slaves/prisoners or beserkers? Chance would soon decide.