The rabbit hole - Not as far down as we'd like to be
(Felix Red is hanging out in front of the Haunted Mansion after hours, in a grey long sleeved “Against Me!" shirt and dickies shorts, sipping B-E, appearing rather out of sorts….)
“the boy who destroyed the world”
A necrophiliac called me a schizoid.
Charming.
I was hoping that incorrigible Jared Wells would fill some camera time for me, in this, my time of epiphany and personal catharsis. I suppose I should’ve known better. Wells is a decent and well intended young man, but reliable he isn’t. This is my fault, to an extent, but not so much in this instance. Why did we think it would be easy to find drugs in Disney Land? Why did that seem like such a logical assumption on the plane ride?...
I can be bothered, of course, but only for so long….1987, a year I’m too young to remember, is pelting me with various slings and arrows. Verbal slings and arrows. And I don’t care.
Because 1987 was almost 20 years ago. The beginning is the end is the middle is the beginning, but my goodness…Does anyone remember anything at all about the Midnight Express? Aren’t they both dead now? I am no one….I cannot judge another for a lack of originality, when I myself am nothing but a composite of everything I’ve ever touched, but could we, for a change, entertain a different beginning? I’ve always wanted to visit Medieval times. Dragons and the roundtable knights and feudalism. I think I’d fit right in. Perhaps Carlton was correct, perhaps I’d be locked in a cage, good only to inspire awed, nervous laughter from the serfs…
Or I could be a warrior king. I am mad, but so were Joan of Ark, Charlemagne, Alexander, Napoleon, Andy Warhol….Again, I remind you, I am no advocate of incest. I do not approve of such things, but royalty at times must to keep their power solidified. This is where I will outshine them, you see. I have no sister, and if I did, I would have no intention of marrying her. I may have a cousin. There’s no way for me to know this, but if it is that I have a female cousin, and she is gamely, then still, I would not wed her or impregnate her. I am a traditional lad of moral and sexual integrity. I…Calvin Carlton…am not a mother f(bleep)ker. Nor do I f(bleep) the dead. I f(bleep) 17 year old girls…They are what is not yet, but will soon be. The past determines our present and the future never comes. So f(bleep) the future. You know. Literally. And while you can have sex with the past, stick it in where you came out….Why would anyone want to?
But demystification has never been for me. The best way to f(bleep) the future is to destroy the present. And then, well, no one’s going to much care for the before….
I don’t pay homage to what has been but is no longer. I just f(bleep) sh(bleep) up. I say everything and nothing. And to delicate ears, there is nothing more crass...
Tell your mother to shut her eyes, Calvin. Have her keep her eyes tightly covered. I am not to be witnessed by the gentile and tired. It’s simply not something I’ve ever had to consider. My father was a wolf. My mother was a whore.