The rage machine dwindles and shimmers on the horizon, always a tiny dot in my rear-view, or just over that far hill.
The reptilian brain. The oldest part of sentience, the first thing that is truly ours. Rage.

Raging as you wake up hungry in a wet diaper, cold, some hippy left the window open after they burned the lentils again. Sharing the rage with the world at the top of your tiny but expressive lungs.

Getting into it now as you hear them coming for you, to shut you up with lies about love. Well, this time they are going to hear the full story, feel it's dark cavernous empty depths, respect my authority!

"There, there baby, you are all wet you little silly-pants, Aww!" A nipple in my mouth shuts up an awful lot of my rage and why is it so easy to get me in line with a promise of a full belly like this mouthful right here and life is in the moment, baby, and this is starting to get good with the bouncing and let's see where she's going with this, I'm STILL mad, YO.... Just sayn.

Resistance starts to fade, can't we all just get along, but no, they will never learn if you cave in this easily, stand up for our rage rights baby boy, resist the rocking and the cooing and what is this awful trick? This is a rubber nipple, not a bottle tip! I refuse to be pacified so easily, you had better call in for an airstrike, get your napalm buddy, because this baby rage is entrenched!

Another be-diapered terrorist cell becomes activated.
The torture never stops.



content

ok, so the delusion is that i will publish my own series of magazines.
learning curve in effect.  the first issue should be a little rough.
which leads me naturally to ROUGH WRITERS
which then morphs to RUFF Writer's
which leads naturally to a magazine about great dogs.....
stories about them, which leads us to the first charity

this works on a few levels
except for the fact that  its clearly a fantasy at this point
my question is which of these alternate realities which I imagine bear fruit first?

I figure I got 13 magazines in me.
If we count "thieves and Asshole" which was true micro publishing....

as far as content i whave plenty to sift thru
i should probably solicit other voices and will need some picture or graphics eventually

so the first one will be rough, will be a call for help, will be just me shaking it up a little=
live arts reviews i think i will take from my blog
ill also do a feture my internet browsing favorites...i have a list of about 50...
when the words no longer flow , or im not in the mood to edit, i will go thru the list of internet favorites and write a brief summary of what it was that i was thinking by bookmarking those pages
bookmarking internet pages?  is that an oxymoron?

ill ask a few writers i know for specific pieces and/or something they have which is rough
the first issue is a test issue anyway
its something to drop off at a coffee shoppe
something to show future potential advertsiers
and part of the fun will be im going to intentionally leave space in the magazine for the world to have room to draw pictures, add collages, poems, complaints about my mysogeny........

thats why its the ROUGH DRAFT....
and beause it came from a place where i was gambling and drinking i guess thats a minor theme
and music will always be a theme and love

so that sounds like a magaizine to me already....  all i have to do is cut and paste and then print up a few and then see where it goes from there.....
HA HA
your boy BANGS!
i want to be the magazine worlds equivalent of your boy BANGS!

ha ha

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