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Dispatch from New Fresno
it would frequently console me, whenever portland was getting me down to explain it to myself as new Fresno. for non-americans uninitiated into the american third world, there are skid rows upon skid rows up and down america's west coast, where the meth-heads nod with their pockmarked skin like a new leprosy.
heroin camps of street beggers.
i'd say to myself, at least it's not Fresno
weed is going mainstream, according to the TV, and holds a cure for epilepsy. the missing person signs don't bode well, for the american woman, whose american men are poorer than ever. most carry knives.
from humbolt county up, there are new things to sell, bottles of Tide eastcoast make a new shoplifted currency to compete with illuminatidollars, formerly known as mandollars.
poverty is dripped out by a US GVT so inept it makes health care feel like a casino, and the federal system makes we stateside feel like refugees from the various stately wrongs, or our mottled criminal US of A.
american addict points out how the same junk Pharma can be sold and resold and relabeled and medicare billed thrice!
healthcare.gov? health care casino!
Ideally i'd spend 6 months in the UK and three months in Sweden and another three months in said apocalypse, USA, as a sort of Fat Camp, to feed me up for the slaughter over yonder.
my mangled brain was shaped by the heretical protestants of the USA, whose melodious figurative yarns said nothing effusively and elaborately so long in the great silence of space there. DRUG LORDS GO HOME was writ on big white sheets billowing out of North Dublin tenements in 1997. i was but a babe, too shy and serious to put down my books and search for my redhead in the Liffey likely drowned. the little orphan gypsy kids would chase me round saying "a pound, a pound" i was nineteen. the potato salad i shared once, poverty's ghost on the high street.
el greco's ecstasy of st. francis held me enraptured virgin that i was, unaffected by woman-hating abortion laws. in my walkman was Tricky. follow where mary goes. cherish the things she knows, and if i change my stride. she makes me want to die. who do you think you are a small thing an ism.
at a turnstile, the enrapturing poster of the woman who walked into walls caused me to walk into a said turnstile, inept with my 10p.
i ate carrots and bread and tea, noodles, and mini baguettes.
cigarettes came in 10 packs, difficult to resist for two pounds from the gypsy vendors with cartons stuffed up their blousy jackets. silk cut, two pounds. the idea was that illegally tax-free tobacco, was less harmful, wrong, visible, or prosecutable in such discretion.
hoat spelled howth and the place called dun leery--- or Dun Laoghaire had me traipsing around at the emptiness of it all. at the time james joyce was some creepy old saint to me, despite what he did to his daughter, why was it such misogynist men shaped my days?
when my swedish male friend explained august strindberg was an evil misogynist too, i thought very well, i can forgive it as long as i stay out of their wrath, but am i in it?
Ben's Mum
Ben's Mum did this
stole his social security lump sum post-accident 70K to buy the house she kicked him out of
Ben's Mum did that
called him mentally retarded, mental, a titty boy
Ben's mum
Ben's Mum screams curse words in front of the grandchildren
Ben's Mum smashed his face holding his hair, something considered "torture" when done by CIA interrogators in guantanamo, etc
Ben's Mum abuses Ben's dad
makes fun of his genitalia in front of even me
the horror
Ben's mum
was raped by her dad
Ben's Mum accused Ben of being gay as if it's a crime
Ben's Mum accuses her husband of being gay, to keep him on the defense
Ben's mum's kids britney and megan were taken by child protection
Ben's mum held on to the redheads
Ben too was abused in fostercare
Ben then, was returned to Ben's mum for some reason, only to flee to secondary abusers who stole his disability payments and broke his nose
Ben's bro wants out
gets called little girl by Ben's dad
Ben's dad wants out too
Ben's sis is getting pillaged on facebook
by Ben's mum who hates everybody
Ben's mum lost her firstborn kevin
Ben's Mum had a bad feeling the day ben's skull got crushed open and his left eye blinded
Ben's mum had a stroke
but Ben's Mum was more dangerous before she was in a wheelchair half paralyzed
Ben's Mum homeschooled Johnny
Ben's Mum homeschooled Ben
Ben's Mum beat him with a coathanger
Ben's Mum doesn't speak good english
Ben's Mum had Ben at 18
Ben's Mum tells Ben she wish she never had him
Ben's Mum makes Ben cry
Ben's Mum relearned to talk after her stroke
Ben's Mum made him sleep in a shed or a tent
Ben's Mum beat him so viciously he ran into the snow to sleep and get hypothermia
Ben's Mum has a feud with a neighbor
Ben's mum uses misogynistic terms about other women
Ben's Mum . . .
screamed at me yesterday on the phone for the first time
Ben's Mum had him locked in mental hospitals after she abused him
Ben's Mum curses into the night
even the three year old is standing up to Ben's Mum
who isn't in good care
Ben's Mum's house smells putrid
like dogs and meat and filth
Ben's Mum needs assisted living
but no one cares and no one shows up and no one makes it happen
in the good USA
health care casino
i wouldn't wish Ben's Mum on my worst enemy
much less a child
Ben's Mum has a pretty smile
Ben's Mum was a big hunter
Ben's mum forced her daughter to marry early
Ben's Mum's dad got his neck broken for raping his daughters
Ben's Mum's dad died not too long after
America!
this old grey man later slapped Ben's Mum's son in the face. he grabbed my wrist forcefully and groped another woman's behind in front of her boyfriend. he drives a car with these plates. WA ALZ6393. if you see him, run.
he called himself fred dust and drank copious wine.
americana
for some reason in the largely illiterate Pacific Northwest
"acrossed" or "acrost" is said for the word elsewhere said as across as in across the road.
NB not ACROSTIC
i have heard this from now 5 or more people and have trouble understanding why they sound out an imaginary "T" sound as if they never tried spelling across.
or is it confusion about tenses?
what a regionalism!
and for some reason as with my mother's shocking sarcastic "beat me with a hose" a linguistic vestige from her family she explained, very brutal terms are used, for instance a greatgrandmother tells me twice inside a church she is going to "strangle" her great grandson. i am shocked and confused. another woman says she'll "wring the neck" of her significant other twice she says it.
i do not understand the linguistic brutality and the loosely made threats which are supposed to be meant figuratively i do hope.
even the professor in portland spoke of strangling people. what separates the talkers from the doers?
jaime larson was strangled in portland. i was strangled in tennessee. an oregonian nibler strangled his pregnant wife, and my mother said it was years ago, dismissively.
these folks,
there is no university for miles and miles, so how would anyone learn to talk here?
but i am sure they are good people.
instead of university, the men go to prison where they read and improve themselves.
god is the main force, besides the ocean.
husbands rape their wives.
felons are sentenced to anger management at the behavioral health center.
and weed is now legal, shops displacing street sales, hence the conflict on the streets.
men get their teeth punched out for hurting women.
it's a steep learning curve.
it would frequently console me, whenever portland was getting me down to explain it to myself as new Fresno. for non-americans uninitiated into the american third world, there are skid rows upon skid rows up and down america's west coast, where the meth-heads nod with their pockmarked skin like a new leprosy.
heroin camps of street beggers.
i'd say to myself, at least it's not Fresno
weed is going mainstream, according to the TV, and holds a cure for epilepsy. the missing person signs don't bode well, for the american woman, whose american men are poorer than ever. most carry knives.
from humbolt county up, there are new things to sell, bottles of Tide eastcoast make a new shoplifted currency to compete with illuminatidollars, formerly known as mandollars.
poverty is dripped out by a US GVT so inept it makes health care feel like a casino, and the federal system makes we stateside feel like refugees from the various stately wrongs, or our mottled criminal US of A.
american addict points out how the same junk Pharma can be sold and resold and relabeled and medicare billed thrice!
healthcare.gov? health care casino!
Ideally i'd spend 6 months in the UK and three months in Sweden and another three months in said apocalypse, USA, as a sort of Fat Camp, to feed me up for the slaughter over yonder.
my mangled brain was shaped by the heretical protestants of the USA, whose melodious figurative yarns said nothing effusively and elaborately so long in the great silence of space there. DRUG LORDS GO HOME was writ on big white sheets billowing out of North Dublin tenements in 1997. i was but a babe, too shy and serious to put down my books and search for my redhead in the Liffey likely drowned. the little orphan gypsy kids would chase me round saying "a pound, a pound" i was nineteen. the potato salad i shared once, poverty's ghost on the high street.
el greco's ecstasy of st. francis held me enraptured virgin that i was, unaffected by woman-hating abortion laws. in my walkman was Tricky. follow where mary goes. cherish the things she knows, and if i change my stride. she makes me want to die. who do you think you are a small thing an ism.
at a turnstile, the enrapturing poster of the woman who walked into walls caused me to walk into a said turnstile, inept with my 10p.
i ate carrots and bread and tea, noodles, and mini baguettes.
cigarettes came in 10 packs, difficult to resist for two pounds from the gypsy vendors with cartons stuffed up their blousy jackets. silk cut, two pounds. the idea was that illegally tax-free tobacco, was less harmful, wrong, visible, or prosecutable in such discretion.
hoat spelled howth and the place called dun leery--- or Dun Laoghaire had me traipsing around at the emptiness of it all. at the time james joyce was some creepy old saint to me, despite what he did to his daughter, why was it such misogynist men shaped my days?
when my swedish male friend explained august strindberg was an evil misogynist too, i thought very well, i can forgive it as long as i stay out of their wrath, but am i in it?
Ben's Mum
Ben's Mum did this
stole his social security lump sum post-accident 70K to buy the house she kicked him out of
Ben's Mum did that
called him mentally retarded, mental, a titty boy
Ben's mum
Ben's Mum screams curse words in front of the grandchildren
Ben's Mum smashed his face holding his hair, something considered "torture" when done by CIA interrogators in guantanamo, etc
Ben's Mum abuses Ben's dad
makes fun of his genitalia in front of even me
the horror
Ben's mum
was raped by her dad
Ben's Mum accused Ben of being gay as if it's a crime
Ben's Mum accuses her husband of being gay, to keep him on the defense
Ben's mum's kids britney and megan were taken by child protection
Ben's mum held on to the redheads
Ben too was abused in fostercare
Ben then, was returned to Ben's mum for some reason, only to flee to secondary abusers who stole his disability payments and broke his nose
Ben's bro wants out
gets called little girl by Ben's dad
Ben's dad wants out too
Ben's sis is getting pillaged on facebook
by Ben's mum who hates everybody
Ben's mum lost her firstborn kevin
Ben's Mum had a bad feeling the day ben's skull got crushed open and his left eye blinded
Ben's mum had a stroke
but Ben's Mum was more dangerous before she was in a wheelchair half paralyzed
Ben's Mum homeschooled Johnny
Ben's Mum homeschooled Ben
Ben's Mum beat him with a coathanger
Ben's Mum doesn't speak good english
Ben's Mum had Ben at 18
Ben's Mum tells Ben she wish she never had him
Ben's Mum makes Ben cry
Ben's Mum relearned to talk after her stroke
Ben's Mum made him sleep in a shed or a tent
Ben's Mum beat him so viciously he ran into the snow to sleep and get hypothermia
Ben's Mum has a feud with a neighbor
Ben's mum uses misogynistic terms about other women
Ben's Mum . . .
screamed at me yesterday on the phone for the first time
Ben's Mum had him locked in mental hospitals after she abused him
Ben's Mum curses into the night
even the three year old is standing up to Ben's Mum
who isn't in good care
Ben's Mum's house smells putrid
like dogs and meat and filth
Ben's Mum needs assisted living
but no one cares and no one shows up and no one makes it happen
in the good USA
health care casino
i wouldn't wish Ben's Mum on my worst enemy
much less a child
Ben's Mum has a pretty smile
Ben's Mum was a big hunter
Ben's mum forced her daughter to marry early
Ben's Mum's dad got his neck broken for raping his daughters
Ben's Mum's dad died not too long after
America!
this old grey man later slapped Ben's Mum's son in the face. he grabbed my wrist forcefully and groped another woman's behind in front of her boyfriend. he drives a car with these plates. WA ALZ6393. if you see him, run.
he called himself fred dust and drank copious wine.
americana
for some reason in the largely illiterate Pacific Northwest
"acrossed" or "acrost" is said for the word elsewhere said as across as in across the road.
NB not ACROSTIC
i have heard this from now 5 or more people and have trouble understanding why they sound out an imaginary "T" sound as if they never tried spelling across.
or is it confusion about tenses?
what a regionalism!
and for some reason as with my mother's shocking sarcastic "beat me with a hose" a linguistic vestige from her family she explained, very brutal terms are used, for instance a greatgrandmother tells me twice inside a church she is going to "strangle" her great grandson. i am shocked and confused. another woman says she'll "wring the neck" of her significant other twice she says it.
i do not understand the linguistic brutality and the loosely made threats which are supposed to be meant figuratively i do hope.
even the professor in portland spoke of strangling people. what separates the talkers from the doers?
jaime larson was strangled in portland. i was strangled in tennessee. an oregonian nibler strangled his pregnant wife, and my mother said it was years ago, dismissively.
these folks,
there is no university for miles and miles, so how would anyone learn to talk here?
but i am sure they are good people.
instead of university, the men go to prison where they read and improve themselves.
god is the main force, besides the ocean.
husbands rape their wives.
felons are sentenced to anger management at the behavioral health center.
and weed is now legal, shops displacing street sales, hence the conflict on the streets.
men get their teeth punched out for hurting women.
it's a steep learning curve.
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