harveysad's New Writeups

Inigo Bunker (idea)

2006-07-04T18:11:09Z

"After voting or watching a presidential debate I do not have the feeling that I have participated in something real. After going to a baseball game or playing video games I do not feel like I have participated in something real. After going to a show and singing along with my favorite bands I feel like I have participated in something meaningful, real, and fundamental to my being."

Tittyfucking will be in the 2020 Olympics,
flag-waving, wife-beating, and truck rallies won't be there with it,
fuck the frustrations from the life of the sexless,
I got a 10 from the judges for a perfect pearl necklace,
my flavor is effected by the contents of the breakfast,
sometimes when no one's looking I mess with Texas.
Never question – the bay area's the best place,
but I've got love, for 7 of them red states,
that's 7 out of 7 of the ones that I've been through,
I met a trucker from…

Styrofoam (idea)

2005-11-07T21:14:37Z

Styrofoam

by Charlie Getter and Carson

Big and little, little and big
From the thickest trunk to the skinniest twig
a watermelon and an unripe fig
it's big it's little, it's little it's big

Every bicycle I've ever ridden was different,
some subtly, some vastly,
but all in compliance with the way the world works.
If it does not comply it's not a bicycle,
but rather a tooth removing machine
teaching me to respect objects casually in compliance with
the way the world works.

I am one of these objects and I'll hold my breath 'til I pass out,
I'll feed a cat in a box, that may not be there, I'll feed a dog I don't like, links of sausage I don't touch,
while I'm on drugs I don't do, but carry in my backpack, and while I do these things,
I will smile and be at peace...

Peace in the…

Brass Knuckle Prizes (idea)

2005-11-03T22:40:07Z

Snap Snap Snap Crackle Pop
Brass Knuckle Prizes In The Cereal Box
Presidential Prostitute Tooth-Fairy Wish-Grantor
Unfiltered Filibuster Legal Battle With Cancer

In previous generations I'd walk the entire attention span of any friend's mental suspension bridge,
navigating paths of endless friendships,
interconnections relentlessly leaking from splintering heavens,
nowadays I question if I'll burn a bridge as an alternative source of fuel in this oil dependant nation,
repenting the sins of product placement,
a church attic full of guilt evasion and a nursing home basement with boxes labeled "Angel Contagion"
just breath deeply once and grab grace with the patience of Doctor Strangelove asking blood smashing awkward bass drums of war,
polyrhythmic six against four,
I never did nothing for him but number the horsemen, all four of them fidget with forty bored digits and…

hold on (idea)

2005-04-21T20:23:56Z

I'm tempted to lie and say I'm empty inside and paint a picture of a man drowning, pulled beneath the tides by undertow, but I am alive, surviving on stolen gulps of city air yanked from the lungs of the Statue of Liberty or any other cold beheamoth the meaning of which changes with time

Irony is dead and trying to take me with it but I will never submit, I hold on with the grip of someone who has slipped before, and oh, the people I've seen fall, giants of Will,
artisans of sincerity,
ever-smiling, ever-vibrant headcases
doctors
lawyers
lovers of life, real pieces of shit

politicos and death-dealers smashing out a four on the floor, smother-your-mother-and-fuck-her rock and roll, full of soul, I will survive and if I don't who gives a fuck anyway new American anthem,
I feel the weight of an occasional desire to fuck someone I hate while I breath fire and she chews glass

I suppress it

Barely able to move past the chant of

"Ruin…

Street life as a model of sustainability (idea)

2002-12-05T20:51:48Z

Night City was like a deranged experiment in social Darwinism, designed by a bored researcher who kept one thumb permanently on the fast-forward button. Stop hustling and you sank without a trace, but move a little too swiftly and you'd break the fragile surface tension of the black market; either way, you were gone, with nothing left of you but some vague memory in the mind of a fixture like Ratz, though heart of lungs or kidneys might survive in the service of some stranger with New Yen for the clinic tanks.

-Neuro mancer

As I sat losing money to professional chess hustlers on market street here in San Francisco, I wondered how many times these guys did this a day. I got so curious I asked my opponent.

"Oh it depends," the old man said with a warm indifference. He wasn't waiting around for some college-looking kid to tell his life story to. The less said the better, but not in a mean way.

I…

Daniel Quinn (person)

2002-11-21T21:13:56Z

'You never change things by fighting the existing reality. To change something build a new model and make the existing one obsolete.' -Buckminster Fuller

Quinn was born in 1935 and raised in Omaha Nebraska, son of Herbert John Quinn and Thelma Warren Quinn, both telegraphers. He was raised Catholic and much like a lot of people who are "raised" in any religion he didn't have any intense fervor for it, but lived by its rules and ignored any cognitive dissonance caused by the teachings of his religion and their inability to be reconciled to the things he saw around him.

When he was 19 he decided to join a Trappist monastery in Kentucky called the Abbey of Gethsemani (named after the hill where Judas betrayed Jesus Christ). In charge of new pupils at this monastery was Thomas Merton who went on to gain some notoriety with his autobiography, the Seven Storey Mountain.

Only a week or two into his stay at Gethsemane he had what he called a vision. This…