Friday, May 21, 2010
Lee gave me a 10 Schilling coin. It's pretty. It looks like a lady who is going to be beheaded. Early in the morning I did domestic things, cleaning things like dishes and stairs. I watched a documentary which debunked many myths surrounding the Pearl Harbor atttack, and revealed many fascinating facts about the true nature of the attack. I had it all wrong. Like you probably do. I saw a documentary about the last days of Hitler but I already knew every single fact in the documentary. It's hard to get news about Hitler. Stockard Channing narrated the Pearl Harbor thing. I bought a lot of books tonight. Mostly children's books. I want to rewrite some of them and keep the images. Rereading Gorey and enjoying it. I almost got up enough gumption to trim the horrendous hedge (it's declared war on us, clearly) but couldn't manage. I did get weeding done out front the other day but now I see an evil singular weed was hiding in the hydrangeas and is outpacing them in its rank growth. Everybody's outside suddenly. It's hot. My brother was vomiting in the background when I talked to my mom early this morning. We were going to go to IKEA but apparently this is not happening. I want to make it to the flea market on Sunday by 7 am for once. The one nobody goes to. Near where I used to work. Where everything is so damn cheap and they beg you to take the stuff. I decided I should make a concerted effort to masturbate less as "everything is connected." I was embarrassed when I realized the comfortable slinky polyester "slut shirt" that feels like silk I like to wear is actually a Sean John shirt. Lee pointed this out. I passed a SCHOLASTIC BOOKS van on the way home as it was getting dark and I could see Clifford. He comforted me. We hate AMERICAN IDOL but we watched some of it anyway. None of us cares who wins. We all hate them all. I had a grilled salmon salad tonight with tuna added in and some deep dark balsamic vinaigrette. We all shared calamari as the antipasto. I got good news in the mail. I bought an old Shaker cookbook (hardback). Do you think they make all the food plain and bland deliberately? I'm afraid that will be the case. I bought an abecedarian butterfly book with huge close-up color photographs of details of their scales. I bought The Phantom Tollbooth, which Jules Feiffer illustrated. I bought red and black "wheat glasses" from the fifties (two of each). Some creepy guy about my age tried to talk to me in the thrift store about Captain Kangaroo but I talked to him at a fifty-five degree angle to make him go away. I bought a detailed manual on apiculture, how to raise bees. Lee and Chas looked at me with that funny look. Someone said, "That is likely." I don't know if I see myself as an apiarist, but I could enjoy the fashion statement. Look what Sylvia Plath did with that as couture.I looked at pony beads again today and coveted them. Oh, I found two old crucifixes tonight at the thrift store. The smaller one was much cheaper but should have been priced much higher. I bought two cast iron painted bookends that are footballers wearing the old leather helmets. They look very old but they're probably just vintage (like sixties or seventies). Nice though for the right person. Not I. Lee said the shipping would have to be listed at 10.95 for the one set price USPS box. Aren't those commercials for those dumb? Condescending? Make a mental note. They got confused by the size of the Jesuses. I ordered an antique rosary online today. It's from France. The 1920s. I told Lee there has to be a horror movie out there about a haunted rosary. I probably just bought a tormented ghost. So now there will be two. Me and he or she. I didn't feel very bipolar this morning but as evening came on I began to feel very much so. I think saying the rosary (the real complicated one where you go through the POWERs and APPARITIONS and all the guardian hosts) might help me more than bipolar medications and will certainly have less toxic effects on my body. I don't feel like being a petechial Etch-a-Sketch again for Depakote or any other fucked up drug. Bad blood between me and some drugs. Literally. If you think about it, Shakers were the human version of the air plant. I keep writing this funny children's book in my head but I'm afraid to start writing it down.