Astoria anniversary!

"aw right, aw right, I dig your losers! but what about Castro? he looked pretty fat, last photo I saw of him."
"he subsists because the U.S. and Russia have decided to leave him in the middle. but suppose they really put the pack on the deck? what can he draw to? man, he don-t hold enough chips to get into a decaying Egyptian whorehouse."
"fuck you two guys! I like who I like!" said Barney Anderson.
"Barney, when a man gets old enough, trapped enough, hungry enough, weary enough he'll suck dick, tit, eat shit to stay
alive; either that or suicide. the human race ain't got it, man. it's a bad crowd."
"so we're gonna change it, man. that-s the trick. if we can make it to the moon we can clean the shit out of the shitbowl, we just been concentrating on the wrong things."
"you're sick, kid, and a little fat around the belly. and balding. Dan, shape him up."
Danforth took Barney Anderson and rang and wrung and screamed him through the wringer three times, then brought him back.
"Barney?" asked Bagley.
"yes sir!"
"Who are your heroes?"
"George Washington, Bob Hope, Mae West. Richard Nixon, the bones of Clark Gable and all the nice people I-ve seen at Disneyland. Joe Louis, Dinah Shore, Frank Sinatra, Babe Ruth, the Green Berets, hell the whole United States Army and Navy and especially the Marine Corps, and even the Treasury Dept., the CIA, the FBI, United Fruit, the highway Patrol, the whole god damned L.A. Police Dept., and the County Cops too. and I don-t mean -cops,- I mean policemen.- then there's Marlene Dietrich, with this slit up the side of her dress, she must be near 70 now? - dancing up at Vegas, my dick got big, what a wonderful woman. the good American life and the good American money can keep us young forever, don't you see?"
"Dan?"
"yeah, Bag?"
"this one-s really ready! I ain-t got much feeling left, but he even makes me sick. make him sign his little contract and send him out. they'll love him. god, what a man's gotta do to just stay alive. sometimes I even hate my own job. that-s bad, ain't it, Dan?"
******* "sure, Bag, and as soon as I send this asshole on his way, I got just the little thing for you - a touch of the good ol' tonic."
"ah, fine, fine-what is it?"
"just a little quarter-turn through the wringer."
"WHAT?"
"oh, it-s fine for the blues or for extemporaneous thinking stuff like that."
"will it work?"
"it beats aspirin."
"o.k., get rid of the asshole."
Barney Anderson was sent down the stairway. Bagley got up and walked toward the nearest wringer. "these old gals - West and Dietrich, still flashing tits and legs, hell t don-t make sense, they were doing that when I was 6 years old."
"nuttin-. stretchers, girdles, powder, lights, false flesh coverings, padding, pudding, straw, horseshit, they could make your grandmother look like a 16 year old."
"my grandmother-s dead."
"they could still do it."
"yeah, yeah, I guess you-re right." Bagley walked toward the wringer.
"just a quarter turn now. can I trust you?"
"you-re my partner, ain-t you, Bag?"
"sure, Dan."
"how long we been in business together?"
"25 years."
"so, o.k., when I say a QUARTER-TURN, I mean a QUAR-
TER-TURN."
"whatta I do?"
"just slip your hands in the rollers, it-s like a washing machine."
"in there?"
"yeah, here we go! whoopee!"
"hey, man, remember, just a quarter of a turn."
"sure, Bag, don-t you trust me?"
"I gotta now."
"you know, I been fucking your wife on the sly." "you rotten son of a bitch! I-ll kill you!"
Danforth left the machine running, sat down behind Bagley's
desk, lit a cigarette. he hummed a little tune, "lucky lucky me, I can
live in luxury, because I-ve got a pocket full of dreams-I've got a pocketful of dreams"
he got up and walked over to the machine and Bagley.
"you said a quarter-turn," said Bagley. "it-s been a turn and a half."
"don-t you trust me?"
"more than ever, somehow."
"still, I been fucking your wife on the sly."
"well, I guess it-s all right. I get tired of fucking her. every man gets tired of fucking his own wife."
"but I want you to want me to fuck your wife."
"well, I don-t care but I don-t know if I exactly want you to."
"I-ll be back in about 5 minutes."
Danforth went back, sat in Bagley-s swivel chair, put his feet up on the desk and waited. he liked to sing. he sang songs: "I got plenty of nuthin- and nuthin-s plenty for me. I got the stars, I got the sun, I got the shining sea-"
Danforth smoked two cigarettes and went back to the machine.
"Bag, I been fucking your wife on the sly."
"oh, I want you to, man! I want you to! and ya know what?"
"what?"
I-d kinda like to watch."
"sure, that-d be o.k."
Danforth went to the phone, dialed a number.
"Minnie? yeah, Dan. I-m comin- over ta fuck ya again. Bag?
oh, he-s comin- too. he wants ta watch. no, we-re not drunk. I just decided to close shop for the day. we've made it already. with the Israel-Arab thing and all the African wars, there's nothing to worry about. Biafra is a beautiful word. anyhow, we're coming over. I want to bunghole you. you got those big cheeks, jesus. I might even bunghole Bag. I think his cheeks are bigger than yours. keep tight, sweetie, we-re on our way!"
Dan hung up. another phone rang. he picked it up. "jam it you rotten motherfucker, even the points of your tits smell like wet dogturds in a Westerly wind." he hung up and smiled. walked over and took Bagley out of the machine. they locked the office door and walked down the steps together. when they walked outside the sun was up and looking good. you could see through the thin skirts of the women. you could almost see their bones. death and rot was everywhere. it was Los Angeles, near 7th and Broadway, the intersection where the dead snubbed the dead and didn-t even know why
it was a taught game like jumprope or dissecting frogs or pissing in the mailbox or jacking-off your pet dog.
"we got plenty a nuthin-," they sang, "and nuthin's plenty for we-" arm and arm they made the underground garage, found Bag's 69 Caddy, got in, each lit a dollar cigar, Dan driving, got it out of there, almost hit a bum coming out of Pershing Square, turned West toward the freeway, toward freedom, Vietnam, the army, fucking large areas of grass and nude statues and French wine, Beverly Hills- Bagley leaned over and ran down Danforth-s zipper as he drove.
I hope he leaves some for his wife, Danforth thought.
it was a warm Los Angeles morning, or maybe it was afternoon, he checked the dashboard clock - it read 11:37 a.m. just as he came. he ran the Caddy up to 80. the asphalt slipped underneath like the graves of the dead. he turned on the dash t.v., then reached for the telephone, then remembered to zip up. "Minnie, I love you."
"I love you too, Dan," she answered. "is that slob with you?"
"right beside me. he just caught a mouthful."
"oh, Dan, don-t waste it!"
he laughed and hung up. they almost hit a nigger in a pickup truck. he wasn-t black at all, he was a nigger, that-s all he was. there wasn-t a nicer city in the world when you had it made, and only one worse when you didn-t have it made - the Big A. Danforth hit it up to 85. a motorcycle smiled at him as he drove by. maybe he-d call Bob later that night. Bob was always so funny. his 12 writers always gave him those good lines. and Bob was just as natural as horseshit. it was
wonderful! he threw out the dollar cigar, lit another, ran the Caddy up to 90, straight at the sun like an arrow, business was good and life, and the tires whirled over the dead and the dying and the dying-to-be.
ZYAAAAAUUUUM!

V V wrote:

is swiming in rivers a good idea ?
i know someone who did in India ended up with a tape worm :(

Last night at about 2am.
Tape worm? :eek:
Poor worm!

If I keep holding out,... will the light shine through?
Under this broken roof,... it's only rain that I feel
I've been waiting out the days,... Come Back.

I have been planning out,... All that I'd say to you
Since you slipped away,... Know that I still remain true
I've been wishing out the days,..

Please say, that if you hadn't of gone now
I wouldn't have lost you another way
From wherever you are,.... Come Back.

And these days, they linger on
And I'm the night, as I'm waiting on
The real possibility I may meet you in my dream
I go to sleep

If I don't fall apart,.... will the memories stay clear
So you had to go,......... and I had to remain here

But the strangest thing to date
So far away
And yet you feel so close
And I'm not gonna question it any other way

There must be an open door
For you to
Come Back

And the days, they linger on
And every night, what I'm waiting for
Is the real possibility I may meet you in my dream

And sometimes you're there
And you're talking back to me
Come the morning I could swear you're next to me

And it's okay.

It's okay.
It's okay.

I'll be here
Come Back
Come Back

I'll be here
Come Back
Come Back

I'll be here
Come Back
Come Back

V V wrote:

:( that song makes me cry


cos its so beautiful

You're welcome to cry on my shoulder!