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"I've seen the horror. Horrors that you've seen. But you have no right to call me a murderer. You have a right to kill me. You have a right to do that, but you have no right to judge me . It's impossible for words to describe what is necessary to those who do not know what horror means. Horror. Horror has a face, and you must make a friend of horror. Horror and mortal terror are your friends. If they are not, then they are enemies t o be feared. They are truly enemies." ---Col. KurtzI was on a roll yesterday when I came 'home' to my veterans shelter dorm room from work. On a roll.
I get that way sometimes when I'm in my creative sleepwalking mode. I get a sort of a Henny Youngman / Hannible Lecter / Colonel Kurtz reparte thing going. I slice, I dice. The one liners just keep on coming. It's spooky.
Sometimes I slice people so quickly that they don't even know they're cut until they turn to walk away. Then a chunk of their psyche falls to the ground and they say, " Heeeeeeeey, wait a minute. What'd you . . . you meant . . . WHA?"
I don't mean to slice and dice. Sometimes it just comes out, like automatic writing.
Yesterday morning I came home from work and everything my roommate said to me blew up in his face. I hit him with my dry, east Texas, Henny Youngman / Hannible Lecter / Colonel Kurtz one liners until he left the room, self defense laughing, saying "Okay, okay, you got me you sonovabitch".
This morning I walked in to the room and said "Hi."
Mikey said, "Oh, no. I'm not getting wrangled into your psycho shit today."
Poor Mikey, he sees land mines everywhere in my conversation now. I think yesterday's dissertation on people whose arms are too short to comfortably scratch their own ass really set the hook in him. I hope not, but he may carry THAT scar for life.
I get that way sometimes when I'm in my creative sleepwalking mode. I get a sort of a Henny Youngman / Hannible Lecter / Colonel Kurtz reparte thing going. I slice, I dice. The one liners just keep on coming. It's spooky.
Sometimes I slice people so quickly that they don't even know they're cut until they turn to walk away. Then a chunk of their psyche falls to the ground and they say, " Heeeeeeeey, wait a minute. What'd you . . . you meant . . . WHA?"
I don't mean to slice and dice. Sometimes it just comes out, like automatic writing.
Yesterday morning I came home from work and everything my roommate said to me blew up in his face. I hit him with my dry, east Texas, Henny Youngman / Hannible Lecter / Colonel Kurtz one liners until he left the room, self defense laughing, saying "Okay, okay, you got me you sonovabitch".
This morning I walked in to the room and said "Hi."
Mikey said, "Oh, no. I'm not getting wrangled into your psycho shit today."
Poor Mikey, he sees land mines everywhere in my conversation now. I think yesterday's dissertation on people whose arms are too short to comfortably scratch their own ass really set the hook in him. I hope not, but he may carry THAT scar for life.
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"The Horror. The Horror."
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