Thursday, September 6, 2012

FB RANT, 9/6/12


‎"I love you, man!"
"I love you too, brother."
"I'm serious, man, I feel like we've gone through life, soaking up the same sort of shit. "
"Yeah, now we're just two wet rags flung against a wall."
 ·  ·  · 56 minutes ago · 
    • 53 minutes ago · 
    • Philip Bram hey, that's it! THAT'S the title of my novel, FLUMP!
      53 minutes ago ·  · 2
    • Philip Bram or FLOOMP? PLOOMP? THLOOMP? ah, fuck it. who the hell reads novels anymore anyway?
      49 minutes ago · 
    • Philip Bram If only I could write like Matt Hutchins cooks! and dances.
      48 minutes ago · 
    • Philip Bram IF only I could write like John-Anthony Gargiulostares in disbelief at whatever happens to be in front of him.
      47 minutes ago ·  · 1
    • Philip Bram If only I could write like Chip Schwartz's beard!
      46 minutes ago · 
    • Philip Bram If only I could write like Dalton fills the crotch of his fancy pants. come on, we all notice.
      45 minutes ago ·  · 2
    • Philip Bram If only I could write as good as it feels to write if only I could write like such and such while I drink too much coffee!
      43 minutes ago ·  · 1
    • Trisha Bunce Two wet rags soaked in shit, no less.

      Sflumph.
      43 minutes ago · 
    • Philip Bram If only I could write like the sound of two wet rags soaked in shit flung against a wall!
      42 minutes ago ·  · 1
    • Philip Bram If only I could write like Rob Penner asks for an olive!
      42 minutes ago · 
    • Philip Bram If only I could write like Mike Burdge points at me in his FB profile pic!
      41 minutes ago · 
    • Trisha Bunce I'm still stuck on the crotch of Dalton's fancy pants. Slow down.
      41 minutes ago ·  · 1
    • Philip Bram If only I could write in a way that would capture my confusion and bafflement of knowing so many people on here that seem absolutely content and think that I am the one who is fucked up!
      40 minutes ago · 
    • Kelly Donlan i love the morning
      40 minutes ago · 
    • Mike Burdge ‎"Fuck you. If anyone in this shithole city gave two tugs of a dead dog's cock about Truth, this wouldn't be happening." - Warren Ellis
      39 minutes ago ·  · 1
    • Philip Bram If only I could write the way it feels to be 41 years old and you know absolutely nothing and never have and never will and sounds have become weapons and goddamn voices are everywhere always and always too loud and too wrong and the mere sight of anything is enough to tell you anything you will ever need to know and that is that there is nothing you need to know but to suffer and you suffer because you love and nothing else.
      36 minutes ago ·  · 2
    • Philip Bram If only I could write the way it feels to slowly pluck out an exceptionally long fat and completely intact stray eyebrow hair!
      33 minutes ago ·  · 1
    • Philip Bram If only I could write the way pussy is housed! you see, it is never the thing itself we are after.
      27 minutes ago · 
    • Philip Bram If only I could write the way it always felt whenever I used to hang out in Steve Walls's studio while he painted strange and wonderful madnesses through the night while Sarah Walls worked that horrible work, while his two lovely children slept and I would step out and piss in his yard and think to myself, now THAT'S an artist! THAT's a man!
      23 minutes ago ·  · 1
    • Philip Bram If only I could write the way Hank Chinaski feels too much to belong in this world and that is why he is spit out and chewed up and no, I DID mean it in that order!
      21 minutes ago · 
    • Philip Bram If only I could write the way I know Lacky Harkins really just longs to cut loose and be silly and if he only knew, I mean, REALLY knew, I bet he would have more fun than anyone. And, you know, he can still be a cop. I don't see any problem with that. I'm not talking about doing anything wrong. just cutting loose and being silly.
      18 minutes ago · 
    • Philip Bram If only I could write the way Robert Littlejohnconfuses me more than I've ever been confused. I'm serious, I am totally at a loss at where you're coming from, brother. I think we need to go camping sometime, just the two of us. for like a fucking week or something.
      16 minutes ago ·  · 1
    • Philip Bram If only I could write the way my sister, Becky Bram, laughs when she really gets going and falls on the floor. man, it's been a long time since I've seen that!
      15 minutes ago · 
    • Philip Bram If only I could write they way everyone I know would react if I were to dig out my box, nay, boxes, of all the humiliating shots I have done throughout my nearly twenty years modeling. I'm talking naked and covered head to toe in silver body paint while flexing! I'm talking dancing with hair extensions while dressed in 19 century garb and holding a sparkler for some reason! I'm talking standing on a boardwalk in nothing but a thong and flexing again! I'm talking even videos while I sat on a Harley with my shirt off! I'm talking pouting head on at the camera with lipstick on! It truly is endless, the humiliation I have faced and endured. how can there be no justice? how can there be no redemption. yes, I think I was right, I'm just a shit soaked rag flung at a wall.
      10 minutes ago · 
    • Philip Bram If only I could write the sound of Paul Reedlanding barefoot upon the concrete edge of a pool after jumping off the roof of Alisha Kegley Pate's house and seeing me there beneath him in the water and not being able to stop so you just sort of did what he had to do. did I ever thank you for that, brother, for not just opting to land on my head? If not, really, man, thank you! you've always been a true friend, it all truly in the pudding. oh, wait, strike all of that! If only I could write the sound of you screaming bloody murder the next day while your father worked on your heals!!!!!!
      5 minutes ago · Edited · 
    • Philip Bram and to finish because a grown man with responsibilities can't seriously just sit on a couch all morning writing if only he could write: If only I could write the way my sweet little boy looks at me and laughs, or capture the way my heart breaks every time when he says, "I love you, daddy," looking up with those innocent little eyes when the world around us is so goddamn mean and I've never been more scared in my life for at some point he will surely have to become a part of it.

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