Saturday, December 6, 2008

1986 B.C.


Dear Mount Vernon:

We accept the fact that we had to sacrifice a whole lifetime in the Machine Heart for whatever it is that we did wrong. What we did was wrong, even though none of us can remember exactly what that was. Maybe we were drunk. But we think you’re crazy to make us write book after book after book for the rest of our goddamned lives telling you who we think we are and then wait for you to slowly filter that back to us through superhero movies and clip shows on E! and the Technicolor vomit of a thousand whoring heiresses. You see us as you want to see us: in the simplest terms and the most convenient definitions, the boldest colors and the most glistening labia. But what we found out over the past two thousand years is that each one of us is…

a Messiah…

and a ’76 Buick Skylark…

and a Psychic Homeless Woman…

an Autistic Kid on a Family-Oriented Summer Replacement Series…

and a Motherfucking Genius.

Does that answer your question? Did you ask me a question?

Sincerely yours,
Famous Monsters of Filmland






5 comments:

gingatao said...

Cool bananas.

Jason Gusmann said...

hee hee.

mark said...

And I quote "..the boldest colors and the most glistening labia."

I like it, it drips of life even though it appears to be from the afterlife.

Is Saturday your writing day? You seem to have several Saturday (Evening) Posts. FYI- Saturday is often my drinking day.

Signed,
Sons of Man aka The Square Pegs

Jason Gusmann said...

actually, i always post on friday, but for some reason they timestamp for saturday. i don't usually mention that i have a "post day" because there's only so many people who read this thing and that seemed pretentious.

maekitso said...

Enjoying discovering your writing here, Jason. Thanks for dropping by at the Cafe. I hope you recover from your math ordeal.