[317] Screed City

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02/28/2025 Friday. Papers box. CRISIS ETC HQ. Ridgewood, Queens, Brooklyn.

Happy Birthday, Jadey!!!

Well, its done. A two year process, maybe longer, but my teeth are finally cleaned! Scraped down to the root as the hygienist bridesmaids say. It was funny this morning, the lady was like, If you feel any pain, let me know, I will give you more medicine. She called it medicine. She got almost all the way done and then reached up into the very back and guess what? The novocaine did not reach back there. I grabbed the arm rests and held on for dear life. It was too late to do more medicine. Not that I asked, but it was a wild ride. I almost preferred it. There was something pure about the pain. Honest. Like, I caused it by neglect, now you remove it neglectfully. What was funny though was that for some reason she had me put on a pair of very cheap sunglasses, so she couldn't see my expression as I winced and certainly squirmed and I am sure my pupils contracted. I mean, she taught me things about my teeth that I didn't even know. But now I am clean. Afterwards I said, Well, hopefully we never get there again. She said, Oh, don't worry about that. Just maybe floss more. Floss more? Floss more?! How the hell can I floss more? I am flossing as I type this. I floss so much Katy Perry put me in one of her videos! [Note: she popularized flossing as a dance move with one of her videos.] [[Note2: I also read she was planning on going to space in Jeff Bezos's rocket. If you were looking for more proof she is an asshole, look no further.]]

The project is coming along real nice. CRISIS ETC. We have a prototype for the first one. I made contact with a printer in New Jersey/Philly who makes hardcover books. The funds have been raised. The allegory has been thoroughly edited. The cover is designed and everything interior is finished. Tomorrow we send it out for proofing. We tentatively have a space for the project launch. Save the date; late May, early June. Then after that, a new one will shoot out every two months until eighteen months have passed. Pending, of course. Its gonna be fun and hopefully by the end there will be a great big work of art that can be acquired by all you lazy bums on Medicare just sitting around smoking dope and eating Cheetos with all that extra money you have floating around. God Blesh The Orange Douche! This wouldn't be happening if Trump was president.

Speaking of rough sailing ahead, Scott and I leave for Hong Kong next Thursday. Hong Fucking Kong. I don't know what to make of it. My dreams are going haywire. Baling twine. It sounds like there will be quite a bit of travel involved. I am trying to prepare myself, but I don't know how to. Greece is involved, London, I think we end up in Belize at one point, Tokyo. All to hang curtains. I mean, I am a drape man, but I never expected this. I even bought a new backpack and a Pelican case. On Monday, Professor Curly and I are driving up to Vermont. Mostly so I can meet up with Scott and we can travel together, but also to see her parents and I don't know, ski? I don't ski, but maybe there is a lodge hang in my future. Some chicken tenders and french fries and some classic rock tunes. I mean, I am finally just getting settled in down here in Queens and I have to hit the skids again, but you know me, the money lures. The money lures. As a drape man I go where the gold stacks up. If you catch my drift.

It kind of stinks to ditch though. I have this new fantastic diet that I am loving. I call it The Horse's Delight. I skip breakfast because, you know, I am almost half a century old. I lick a bagel and my chin grows a second one. But for lunch I take a spoon of mayo, a squirt of spicy brown mustard, a squeeze of soy sauce, a pinch of red pepper, a grind of black pepper and throw all that shit into a great big glass mixing bowl. To that I add a few scoops of quinoa and mix it up real tight. To that I add a cubed apple, some white onion chunks, chicken [cooked] if it is around and do another real tight mixing. To that I add some lettuces and some other greens, like spinach and I don't know, Spring mix, whatever that means, and baby kale, whatever that means, you know? the stuff that sells for three dollars a package all the time for reasons that make a drape man nervous. Like, why is this shit so cheap? Did they do a recall again and I didn't see it? Why do I get my news from Buzzfeed! It never works out right. Then again, those vocab tests are top notch. I mix up the greens with the tight mix of flavor base and grains. On top I throw half a chunked avocado and cooked bacon, if I have it and a quartered hard boiled egg. I mean, I hate to say it, but it is delish deluxe as Professor Curly would say. Its a very big salad, but it hits all the spots. And that gets me through the day.

Come evening, when I get back from writing, I make myself a bowl of oatmeal that is also top notch. I heat up the oatmeal with a little splash of American water. While I am doing that, I cube an apple and shove it in a bowl, I douse it with some maple syrup, I dump the hot oatmeal on top, slive a chunk of salted butter into the steamy grains, wait for a while or two, douse that with some oat milk and next thing I know my oatmeal is on the yummy tummy express! Quite literally, I mean, maybe I am starving or something, but I am like, Damn! This is some tasty fucking oatmeal! Every time. And it is very good. [Note: steel cut oats. soaked over night and cooked for three minutes.]

And generally that is it for my diet. There is some cheese every now and again, some peanuts or almonds. Water, coffee, ticklers when needed, but I mostly just cruise around the world feeling pretty good. It going to be sad to give it up for three weeks, but who knows? Maybe the cruise liners in Asia have my diet in mind? If I have learned anything from this New Era of Douchery, what you want to believe is true regardless of anything pertaining to the opposite. I mean, I grew up in Wyoming, so I am used to such magical thinking, so I am willing this diet into the ether to guide me along my path to wellness. And when I get clogged up and am miserable on the docks in Tokyo, I will have only the Woke Commie Bastards to blame because I did my part.

A billion little fires are burning in America right now. The fascists have overplayed their hand. I went to a march the other day and somebody had a sign that read: Don't Make Lincoln Puke. It was a great sign, but the march was an odd one. Very well attended, yet there were almost no youngsters there. I mean, typical, Liberalism is a very hard sell. You can't watch a new genocide happen in the middle east perpetuated by people from the old genocide and think everything is fine. Or watch women's right being taken away. Or Trans rights. Anti-immigration and general indifference from the people in charge. I mean, rent is impossible. Work fucking sucks. The pay is garbage and what the fuck do I care about buying a house and participating in the economy when any extra money goes to Katy Perry and that weirdo bald guy who bankrupted all the books stores because he wanted to make a computing service for AOL.com who wants to go to the moon for some reason? I mean, healthcare through your job? Fuck you! You know, America is a government. The constitution is a government. Those rights, all that shit those rich, White, slave owners wrote down and declared because of our countries sovereignty? that is ours. That belongs to us. And these fuckers are trying to take it away from us. Why do you think the corporations immediately kowtowed to The Orange Douche, even though he didn't actually ask them to? Get rid of DEI? It is very simple, money. They don't give a shit about you. They never did. DEI costs money. And the tree of commerce is rotting. There is no profit to be found anywhere anymore. It was all a lie to begin with, but now the profit chickens have come home to lay their fucking eggs. They took all the money and they don't what to do about it because all that money came from us and since we don't have any money anymore, where can they get it from?

I say, let them take it all away. Let us eat cake. Those morons can suck it. People are decent and want good things for themselves and their families. You know? Food stamps is $200 bucks a month for single recipients. Or at least that is what it was back when I got it ten years ago. Fucking peanuts. But it saved my life. And maybe people think the government sucks, but the constitution is the government. That is ours. It belongs to us. Let them try to take it and see what happens. They do not have a mandate. A plurality is not a majority. Less than 50% means more than 50% of us think they suck. And they do suck! They are trying to take your tax money away from you and give it to billionaires! Why? Because they are running out of money they can suck from us! I said this before and I will say it now, WE DON"T UNDERSTAND HOW POOR WE ARE. It is an illusion. This supposedly easy life we live, with clean water and available food, clean clothes, housing, it can be gone tomorrow and there is nothing we can do about it if we let them take it. The culture shit is a distraction. GET THE FUCK OFF TWITTER. It gives you nothing. NOTHING. Trans rights are human rights. Women's rights are human rights. Free Gaza. Eat the rich. Abolish Turnstiles. Defund the police. There is not one single good billionaire.

[insert cat thing from the internet]

[note: this is not the picture I wanted but computers can suck it and my patience is growing violent]