kanji

16 November, 2004
got to keep the devil way down in the hole

another hellish weekend, among the other hellish weekends, punctuated with pendulum swings of cooperativeness and threats of separation. and blows to the body.
the sofa/futon and i have been cultivating a "meaningful relationship", to revive that reviled phrase from the eighties.
estrogen and i have been locked in mortal combat... as well as mechanical things and carpentry.
skull-crocking on cabinetry.
fecal soup in the basement, arising from the bone-chilling, dreary deluge of Friday.
me esposa, in her sixth month of unemployment, lashes out with threats of separation at the slightest provocation... like, my being gone for an hour more than expected on a Saturday afternoon.
quote: "is the only emotion you know rage?!"
moms, too... on one of her bipolar tidal waves, threatens that she'll never ask for my help, again. until the next day.
i think i'm haunted by the ghost of RodneyDangerfield.

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hit me with your rhythm stick




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