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Saturday, March 17, 2012
march 17
Today I wear green blood with more subtle earth tones somewhere underneath. (Why did I just lie about an assignment when I'm going to write and play drums and live happy?) Poker game tonight. Better not steal the good old boys beer. They would be green with rage. But I am set with my happy lime napkins and lucky coins, to put into slots. I imagine casinos to be full of luckless irishmen and irishwomen, drinking themselves into blurred frenzy and breaking pints onto heads, throwing darts as far as they can to a dart board, football fields away. Wheelchair handshake and old friend of a photographer, real meticulous. (I felt so gay in that photo shoot, I'd want to kick my own ass.) Following rainbows to fool's gold in underground mines. Dig up the earth and see what happens. Writing with an excitement and a lack of commitment because I have so much I WANT to do today. I want to pack just the right things for this brief Portland excursion. I want to say all of the right things and I will. I'll tell the truth about my experiences and how jaded I am with the place the majority of my life has been spent (physically at least, my mind has been elsewhere). I will shoot thunderbolts from my fingertips and send shock waves through the general public with my denouncements. Or I will move to Los Angeles for a pipe dream a sudden realization of some college education, vacation. A different kind of learning. Exciting and dangerous street learning. Lighting technicians. Murderers. Drug lords. Antipathy. A beautiful moment we watch the same moon rise from different cliffsides. Across the globe with waterfalls in front of us though if I had your waterfall and you had mine gravity would be reversed and the water would pour up with such a massive force (yours) or such a light and inconsistent trickle (like mine). It will all look green soon. As I wear my green heart on my green sleeves and refuse to change an article of clothing for the greater humanity. Abusive relationships across statelines. We are immortal and eternal! My god! I am so happy!