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Monday, July 24, 2017

Phantasm 3



On July 10, I was visited by a series of phantasms. It was like Dickens A Christmas Carol except it was hot as balls and the child labor was outsourced to China.



I have to admit to a soft spot for Phantasm #3. She was my favorite visitor. There’s not a lot of substance to her but that’s part of her charm. She’s a little dotty and airy and starstruck but she knows things that most of us can’t even imagine. She sat on the corner of my bed for two and a half hours, holding her finger to my lips. I spent most of that time adjusting my eyes to the dark before I could see the black pinprick of her pupils. Then I could see all the way in. She has a heart of gold. Or some other precious meddle.



She is a constellation of consternation.
Her Lizzy is not boardin’. It’s just passing through. She doesn’t want to start a fight. But she knows how to end one, with no loose ends to drag her down. She watches Forensic Files. She knows what they look for.

Sunday, July 23, 2017

Phantasm 2



On July 10,  I was visited by a series of phantasms. It was like Dickens A Christmas Carol except it was hot as balls and the child labor was outsourced to China.




Everybody thinks Phantasm #1 is the one to watch out for but he’s really a pussycat. He’s into fashion and posing and he’s a sweet, decent man with slightly twisted sexual proclivities, but once you get used to those he’s a prince.. Just don’t correct his accent when he attempts Portuguese because he has been studying it for over a year and the Brazilians and the Portuguese, it’s like they’re speaking two totally different languages and it’s got him totally fucked.

#2, on the other hand, will actually kill you as soon as look at you. That thing in his eye? It’s no mistake. He started working on that when he was in the playpen. If, and when, he eats you, it won’t be the first human flesh he’s tasted.



He’s never stopped looking because he can’t stop looking. He has no eyelids. I blame the wielder of the pen for that. But we all blame who we prefer to blame. In the words of Opus, “I prefer to blame…..Congress.”