Marks Invisible $pectacular

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Oh, I don't know. Everybody. Why not?.....You know who you are........Anyway......I'd love my profile to look decadent and elegantly wasted, or something, but with 3.0., well, you just get an unmade bed....Uncool....My re-work in progress? What a dump.........................NEAR-LIFE EXPERIENCE...... It's not all a hoax, cuz I've seen the light at the end of the tunnel, such a funny tunnel, yeah, I caught a glimpse and I've never been the same, well, I've never been the same, near-life experience, near-life experience, near-life experience. What's the awful truth? aw, you can do better than that, I'm at a crossroads, such a funny crossroads, I've seen the future, but I don't know how to get there, don't know how to find another near-life experience, near-life experience, near-life experience. Blinded by a light, surrounded by luxury, everybody was happy, such a scary happiness, I caught a glimpse and they all turned into sharks, yeah, then I musta passed out, my near-life experience, near-life experience, near-life experience...............WHEN HE ASKED......... when he asked it's you and me, baby, 'till the end isn't it? was he begging to be let down a notch? maybe the moment was his they were in the supermarket getting to know one another shopping all at once he was invisibly forced to wonder so he asked it's you and me, baby, 'till the end isn't it? maybe she shouldn't have checked her watch baby? suddenly he asked again it's you and me, baby, 'till the end isn't it? isn't it? she reminded him of his mother she reminded him of his mother..................... ....Yesterday afternoon, I was walking up 7th Avenue. Heading towards the Penn Station K-mart. At 30th Street, I waited for the light. Across from me stood a man who was (and still is, I suppose) maybe in his early thirties. He was pushing a laundry cart filled with stuff, and he had a back pack. He was loaded down. Looking like lots of guys I see in the East Village and Lower East Side, I didn't automatically think he was homeless. He had wavy red hair, just below shoulder length, and a light beard. "It's really not that important. Come on." He didn't seem to be talking on a cellphone. As the light changed and we passed - "Would you like to drown me in your tub?" I kept on going. There was a winter sale to get to. I'm always looking for bargains.............................Views (38) .......The Great Depressing, Part Fourteen: Click and Flash.......................... The seagulls are insistent. "There's no fish", he thinks, as he reads the contents label of the blue shampoo. It's Pure science. The breeze is warm. Slipping, his eyes flutter. Gulls. Voices. The smell of exhaust and the East River. Laughter. Cars. She has the camera. "C'mon, Pauly. You're half out of the picture." "Oh, Mom. I hate this slick stuff in my hair. It turns hard." "Pauly, we only have a few minutes before your Grandma leaves. Get in the picture." "We're giving it back to you, for the moment." More voices. Who? "Pauly, come on." "I'm tired. I wanna go home." The bottle of shampoo rests on his lap. "See the door, Paul? It's time." "Why do I have to get up so early?" "It's time, Paul." "Say cheese." Click and flash. "I'm confused, Mom." "It's time." According to public records, this moment will freeze as approximately 1:00 pm....November 21, 2010. He slips through the door. For another 6 hours, everyone who passes his bench on the Brooklyn Promenade will take it for granted that he's asleep. A couple on a late lunch date will actually sit next to him for an hour, unaware that his heart stopped beating while they were ordering their bagels. "It's real love, this time", she'll think (inaccurately). The seagulls are gone..................The Great Depressing, Part Fifteen: I'll Not Be Home For Christmas.......................... Christmas, 2010. 3 walked into a bar. Their favorite bar, CONEY ISLAND BOARDWALK, in the Revolutionary Circus. NASCAR on the huge tv screens. Free peanuts. M suggested today because "I'll have fuck all to do next Saturday." For the cheery greeting on his voice mail, he left "I'll not be home for Christmas. Leave a message at bleep, Darlings." Derek decided to join he and Heather. Heather: "Wow. There are so many Santas in here." Derek: "I believe every other one is secret police." M: "Oh." "Seasons in the Sun" plays on the digital Wurlitzer. Heather: "Y'know....I have to admit I kinda like this song. It's catchy." M: "Would you want this to be the last song you ever hear? Ugh." Derek: "Well, that's morbid. Let's be festive." Both look at him and say nothing in reply. A clown fight breaks out near the bar. "YOU LOOKED AT ME FUNNY!" M: "Oh dear." The sound of breaking bottles. Heather is sporting her new Mia Farrow-do, circa "Rosemary's Baby". M: "Love that, Heather. You used to tease it too much and it got a complex. You look great." M kissed her on the cheek and seemed full of good cheer when they met up in the Ultra-dimensional transport. Derek is a little miffed because security has been tightened up lately, and guards at the turnstyle took his Aluminator. They disintegrated it in front of him, without a smile. M orders another pint of ale. The waitress looks like Jane Fonda in "Barbarella". She compliments Heather on her Go Go boots. She blushes. Derek: Well, Merry Christmas, you two." They clink mugs. M admires the winter scene projected outside the bar. It's the Coney boardwalk, and the beach beyond, covered with snow. The barman reaches for the remote to turn up the tv that's behind the bar. A NEWSFLASH. Everyone turns their attention to it. Protesters in Clown gear chant "CLOSE THE PORTALS! CLOSE THE PORTALS!" A much larger group in regular Earthwear push against barricades the police have erected to protect those who are chanting. M: " That's Festive." Derek: "I think the party may be over. At least for a while." M: "That's the Mayor's house. Maybe we shouldn't stay there tonight." Derek: "Safe bet." Heather: "But it's Christmas." Both turn to stare at her for a moment, then nervous laughter. Another fight erupts near the restrooms. Or is it the same argument gone mobile? Hard to tell. A few of the Santas have quickly left the bar. "Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas" fills the room. The fuss quiets down. M stares into his pint. "Judy Garland", he thinks aloud.......................................................I Thought I Heard You Call My Name. Word on the street has it no one's seen you round funny how I don't even ask anymore in this strange side of town but I keep waiting and I keep waiting I thought I heard you call my name from across the road it's always the same I thought I heard you call my name again I never know better it's still a chill I wait in vain Maybe it's just another crazy idea that I could cross paths with you when you've probably found a crack that you could fall into but I keep thinking too too much I'm told I thought I heard you call my name like from some other dimension but it's always the same I thought I heard you call my name again I never know better it's still gives me chills I wait in vain I wonder yeah, I wonder wherever you are these days do you ever look around because when you were minding your own business you thought you heard me call your name?.....................THEATRICAL RELEASE............. HEAVE A SIGH RUN TO THE WINDOW TELL ME ALL IS LOST WHERE DID WE GO WRONG? HAND ON YOUR BROW DROP YOUR MANHATTAN TURN AWAY AND CLOSE YOUR EYES AND YOU SHOULD HAVE KNOWN ALL ALONG BUY A NEW HAT WEAR IT WITH A VENGEANCE DETERMINED TO WREAK HAVOC YOU POSE BY THE WARHOLS LIGHT YOUR DUNHILL IN A WELL CHOSEN ALLEY PICKED FOR ITS SHADOWS TURN YOUR COLLAR UP AGAINST THE COLD YOUR HEART'S BROKEN DOWN BY THE RIVER SELECT A TRENCH COAT HEAD TO THE TERMINAL BAR NO SCREWDRIVER CAN FIX YOUR EMPTINESS RUN OUT WITH A FLOURISH AND CRY LIKE A STAR YOUR HEART IS BROKEN IN THE LOBBY IN THE CAB AND IN THE BAR.............................SCARY VAUDEVILLE.......... To your credit you do have a sense of fun and I have to say you only break me bad news once then never mention it again Still, I think I need a new dummy this silly place is really dragging me down I wanted my life to be a Variety Show but now between acts there's so much time to kill I wanted a Variety Show to call my own but these days all I get is Scary Vaudeville I remember you said it that I expect way too much but every pie in the face is not my idea of free lunch I should always know better I'd may as well live out of a trunk you'll find the real me under all the junk I wanted my life to be a Variety Show but now between acts there's so much time to kill I wanted a Variety Show to call my own but these days all I get is Scary Vaudeville....and I need for something good to happen to spoil the flow why should I have to fall on my face to end every daily show? I need something new that doesn't need a warning something good to crawl out from under the bed for in the morning To your credit you have a sense of purpose but I have to tell you that smile of yours makes me nervous c'mon, I was just putting you on You're the only one who likes to be round I've almost been run out of this crazy town I wanted my life to be a Variety Show but now between acts there's so much time to kill I wanted a Variety Show to call my own but these days all I get is Scary Vaudeville........................5:11 PM............ Nov 9, 2011...............AUTOMATIC CAT........................ Automatic cat Sliding doors Jet dry dishes No wax floors An aerodynamic toaster That caught my eye It's a whole new millennium When I needed one most Got all the comforts of home, I'm in the plush I don't think about the old days that much No, not really, they're behind me I've thrown away anything that reminds me Hear my dead dad lecture me about my wasted youth I listened to Brian Wilson when I wanted the truth I miss you so Transistor radio And we'll have fun, fun, fun Transistor radio 5-digit PIN number Microchip implant Special shoes for space travel Watch the cosmos unravel It's a whole new millennium When I needed one most I'm over you & feeling good, I'm on the mend It looks like I'm going out shopping again I need something now, I need something new This place is really just a warehouse without you Hear my dead dad lecture me about my wasted youth I listened to Brian Wilson when I wanted the truth I miss you so Transistor radio And we'll have fun, fun, fun Transistor radio Self cleaning Oven ready Solid state Wash 'n' wear Special shoes for space travel Watch the cosmos unravel Pick up girls on the way there What records will we play there? It's a whole new millennium When I needed one most Hear my dead dad lecture me about my wasted youth I listened to Brian Wilson when I wanted the truth I miss you so Transistor radio And we'll have fun, fun, fun Transistor radio ......................(Lyric by Max & Mark).......................................