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The Test of Time... and Blog Innards...

One way to skin a cat...

Isn't she lovely?



When Suicide is not Suicide

(Vatchi):  Sotto, you are not Jim. Perhaps your
distraction is a wall you have put up. Consider yourself lucky that you are not
him. I don't know if you know this, Sotto, but that auditory hallucination, that
simple "Jump!" that Jim heard, that's late-stage chronic alcoholism. If he had
gotten worse, he might have jumped out that window and people would have quickly
written it off as suicide.

   Some suicides are not suicides at all, Sotto. They are addiction having
the last word.

   Some suicides are not suicide at all.

 

from "All Drinking Aside" (rough draft), Chapter 3

There is a god

and she is good

Deception. Revenge. A Blind. A Blonde....

Hitchcock could have movied this.

Fighting Freedom With Fear

Give up this fight. It's futile. Don't fight it. Fight fear with flight. Gimme a light. Fuck. Fear this fight. Don't think it. Drink it. Give up this fight. Fuck it. Don't think it. Drink it. Fight pain with pain. Fuck it. Drink it. Fuck it, don't fight. Drink it. Don't think it. Fight pain with pain. Fuck it. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck it....

from "All Drinking Aside: The Destruction, Deconstruction and Reconstruction of An Alcoholic Animal," Chapter 87 (rough draft)

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Good Exercize:

The Love Extension

There's No Place Like

My Old Kentucky Home

There are more planets in the universe than there are

grains of sand on all the beaches of this world. So, if you do go to the beach, please keep your planet crushing to a minimum. Thank You!

"... Catch the beat, Dance your feet...

... To where the Sprinkles are..."

(Sotto): It's so sad, Vatchi, that even when he produced ... fairly well put together piece[s], he was broken inside. That "art produced in concentration camps" [that he mentioned]. [That] is the illusion of the creative process for the addicted person. The trick was thinking you produced because of the addiction, not in spite of it. Living [in] a sad, sad illusion.

from "All Drinking Aside: The Destruction, Deconstruction and Reconstruction of An Alcoholic Animal," Chapter 83 (rough draft)

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"I Can Have Drunk Dreams Sober...

...But I Can't Have Sober Dreams Drunk."

from "All Drinking Aside: The Destruction, Deconstruction and Reconstruction of An Alcoholic Animal" (Rough Draft)

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I Hate Halloween

But Simply Love This Photograph

"Catch Autumn Before It Leaves"

Summer's near end made me reminiscent of this great photo of the

upcoming season and my old headline for a Women's Fashion Ad of the 80's.

A Fruitful Summer is about to...

Pear-ish.

Goodbye Summer

Summer's over.

Is it?

Isn't it?

Where's the ice?

What ice?

Who needs ice?

It's still hot.

I'm melting,

melting.

Where's the ice?

I'm hot.

Summer's over.

Is it?

Reminds Me of a Platypus

Like the Platypus, apparently created by a bad committee rather than one god, this "Logo" incorporates 14 different characters, including Cap'n Crunch, Tony the Tiger, the Trix Rabbit and 11 others. Majority Rule can produce the most mundane results.

Incantation

Power surge...

Worsted serge...

Bested news...

Blue suede shoes...

Elvis lives

(I knows it!).

Elvis lives...

Elvis Lives...

Elvis LIVES!

I'd Rather Be Eight Feet "Deep" than...

... Six Feet Under.

Lost in Space

It's a little like, "What should I have for breakfast?"

But it's more like,

"What is breakfast?"

U Do What U Be

I Be Hungie

Holy Frijoles!

Add beans. Stir.

I Think in Black and White

And Feel in Color

And/Or Vice-Versa?:-}

This is My Ninety-Ninth Blog Entry

And I remain as confused as this sign.

98 bloggles of bleer on the blall...

"Spa Your Troubles Away"

Please note that "Spa Your Troubles Away" was the title of radio and television commercials I created and produced many years ago for Sands Health Spa in Somers Point, loosely based on "Oh, You Beautiful Doll".
Please also note that I was, at first, a little chicken to post this blog.

This...

... This is when the only food is the juice in my vodka and cranberry. This is when it takes me two solid hours to get out of bed and put on a pair of shoes. This is when there is no next drink, there is just this one long drink that goes on forever. This is where there is no up or down and I can only move sideways.

This is where waking up is like falling through a stage prop wall. This is where I carry my addictions in a cardboard box as if I were moving to another location. This is finding no location and the box is empty. This is standing and not being able to move. This is drunk and crashing, falling, falling through a bottom, tumbling.

This is where a hospital wakes you up and you do not know you or where you are.

(Sotto): This is where Jim gets lost in his past and I get lost with him. This is where I ask you to help me, Vatchi. This is where he traps me in his past, Vatchi.

from "All Drinking Aside: The Destruction, Deconstruction and Reconstruction of An Alcoholic Animal," Chapter 78, (rough draft)

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Coming Soon

Teaser Alert: Something is Coming Soon

"V" = Peace Sign or Piece Sign?

Ask a Grown Up Porcupine.

You call him "A Baby Porcupine"

I call him "A Little Prick".

Repression Oppression Addiction.
The Struggle to be free.
Then, Surrender to be free.
...
Oblivious to the obvious:
The Unknown Soldier was Love
All Along.

I am not a Doormat, But if I were....

... I would carry a sense of humor with me.

What do you get if you cross an elephant and a rhinoceros?

Answer: El-Ef-I-Know?

Give Peas A Chance

All We Are Saying

Is Give Peas A Chance

"Good Things Come To Those Who Wait"

The present informs my past. I remember standing inside the Rodin Museum, not far from Philadelphia's Art Museum. Frozen in my alcoholism, like an insect trapped in amber, its destructive powers gave me a certain strength. Entrapment, the permanence of my disease, gave me an insane sense of indestructibility.
Dying from my disease, that is what I might have known of eternity, what I should have felt, if I could have felt. The present informs my past.
There is a connection here. The god of alcohol led me to the god of frozen yogurt.
"I feel like a piece of burnt toast dropped on a shag carpet landing butter side up."
That is how I felt when the Librium wore off.

from "All Drinking Aside: The Destruction, Deconstruction and Reconstruction of An Alcoholic Animal," Chapter 55 (rough draft). To see all related entries, click on "Alcoholism" after the word "LABELS," below. e-mail inquiries to moonshine2sunshine@yahoo.com.

A Regular Schedule for a Balanced Life:

Note: Replace "SLEEP" with "Pass Out".

That I Thought This Was Surely Photoshopped...

... Shows Me How Our World Has Changed.

Tyranny of the Masses...

... and the Idiots They Elect.

On the Fringe of the Bell Curve...

... You Will Be Hit By The Clapper!

(what's that ringing in my ears?)

that that is is that that is not is not is that not so so it is

That that is, is. That that is not, is not. Is that not so? So it is.

Siddhartha Sat Under The Bodhi Tree

I achieved my salt and crunch under the Pretzelterian Tree.

To Break YOUR Glass Ceiling...

... Sometimes you have to start with the Walls.

The Myth of Sisyphus

The myth of Sisyphus, that eternal hell of pushing the exact same rock up the exact same hill, only to watch it roll all the way back down every time. There's a whole lot of hell going on there, but at least Sisyphus knew the score.

With alcoholism, I had too much at stake to admit this reality. The Legacy Effect: I had too much at stake. I had to put a higher worth on my worthless efforts. Protect what was destroying me because my identity was immersed in alcohol.

I wonder if Sisyphus drank?

Rolling Rock, no doubt.

from "All Drinking Aside: The Destruction, Deconstruction and Reconstruction of an Alcoholic Animal," Chapter 50 (rough draft)

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When They Said, "Chicken"...

... I Should Have "Ducked".

The Dog Days of Summer

Just NOT these dogs.

WARNING: Alcoholism Ahead

There were no signs posted on the road my life was taking as I grew up. Even the supposed 'cultural revolution' of the sixties (and early '70's): the Beatles, Ken Kesey, Timothy Leary, Women's Liberation and that whole ball of wax. No warning signs there (or ignored, at best).

Alcohol was not only socially acceptable (as was smoking cigarettes, really), it was expected. Alcoholism, like a thousand and one others, was a taboo subject.

The rooms of my childhood and adolescence were not big enough for all the elephants in those rooms. And the elephants in this room, the room that I am in right now, will not be recognized by me except in retrospect.

Self-justification becomes a way of life.

from "All Drinking Aside: The Destruction, Deconstruction and Reconstruction of an Alcoholic Animal," Chapter 49 (rough draft)