The Tentacled Monkey

Exercise #1

April 30th, 2009 11:53pm

Fondue set always seem to rain down chocolate on my parades. I can’t remember a time when lions were coming out of trees since the last injection. I’m not sure what it is anymore, they may have told me, but I can’t recall. The lions are found of the damn chocolate I think. Peter has been trailing me everywhere I go. I can’t seem to bring myself away from him. Four hundred and sixty two days later I am still witnessing uncouth acts of barbarity with Peter and lions and chocolate fondue sets, usually in the rain.

Why is it always raining when they are around? Is it part of some Global, or regional (could it be the damn city council? Could Peter have gotten to them as well? Or is it another blind conspiracy theory just meant to push me closer to the daisies? Too many questions I think. The Daisies?  Really? was that some form of subconscious metaphor at death? am I involved myself unwittingly a partner from the beginning? AM I the scientist that is testing his brand of paranoia inducing chocolate?

Harmony is being upset by the fourteenth Dali Lama. I’m not sure why but they tell me so. Four hundred participants in a giant….  four hundred again. another sign. they are speaking to me. what are they trying to say? should I take the damn fondue back into the hut I crafted? how will it run there is no power here? should I create a generator from pine cones and water reeds? Am I the Professor? Fuck no! I’m lost. I am the Lost. I have wandered between this life and the next for too long… Wait that sounds like a bloody movie.

Computers are bad that is what they would have you to believe. But honestly how so? I mean could you or I really be concerned with matters unrelated? For instance, If I cannot find any information about an event or a person online, are they really important to me? Should I pay any attention at all to a subject with which Google or Wolfram Alpha knows nothing about? Or should those people and subjects be the only ones I should concern myself with? Are those subjects the dangerous sort that is meant to keep us in line? The undercurrent of the paranoid society as it were. Is this a manifesto now? Is that what this wants to be? Beware the man that cannot be Googled for He is Google, and shall know you all. Beware the Googled Man with the chocolate fondue set followed by Lions and named Peter, for he is the anti-geek. His sole purpose is to distract you from the giant picture and to focus you in on those damn chocolate loving lions so that the neurotoxin of life is missed as it run past my feet shaped like a bunny.

Bunnies. Holy hand grenades. Call of Duty 4: Modern Warfare was kicking my ass in a serious way. Monkeys were trying to distract me by fucking each other and small purple horses in my peripheral while I was playing. But when I turned to observe them I couldn’t find them. I decided to set a trap for them, like Survivorman would, using my Mountain Dew bottle and my kid’s Hannah Montana keyboard as a fulcrum but I could not get them to hang on the wall properly.

There is a small crumb between the function and the right CTRL key as I type. I think it is a part of the Chex Mix I had as a snack earlier. But it is a welcome addition to the room since it isn’t one of those damn lions. Who the fuck is Peter?

Thomas Paine was a fucking idol of mine. I tell people that at times, but honestly I have only ever read some of his things and he was probably a bad husband and father to boot. I idolize no one, that way I can’t be disappointed.