The memorable line
#3 rings in
my head every time there's a windy day and my
ASS-CLOWN PALM TREE decides to spit out 50
leaves. Or whatever the hell you call these massive,
prickly - impossible to cut, shitty sons of bitches
that spew from what is apparently a retarded version
of palm tree as my neighbor's palm tress are all
I'm a little frustrated right now. Damnit, am I
gonna have to lock this too? UGGGGH. Yes. It'll all be
unlocked soon enough - but I'm just so on edge every
second because of M****. Obviously it's not all her,
but the little things now make me want to lose my
mind. I mean, it's funny I should act all
pissed about the palm trees because truth be told?
It's been the best part of my year. At least there's
DIRECTION with that. I gather them up - cut them up -
and burn them. Voila. It's a fuckton of work that if
I had any money I could call someone to come
cart away, but I understand the process. No my
real frustration comes with my present situation which
even though we've called it quits - continues to drive
me to such anger that I'm actually scared. It's coming
to an end, she's interviewing in Nashville next week
and this should all finally be over - but
...let's just say
it's the palm tree leaves. OMFG they're so
PRICKLY. Why? Why is this necessary in nature? Why the
fuck can't they just chill with nature? Why do they
have to be so big and prickly all the time? Are they
being stolen? Did they evolve like this out of some
need to ward off attackers? Clearly they're a defense
mechanism of sorts, but I want to yell -
LET DOWN THE PRICKLY WALL. I'm not
gonna HURT YOU. DAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.
there. (sigh). The video is filled with it
Why I bother
to put in allusions that harken back to the 90s is
beyond me. No one will get it. That song is "Movin'
On" from my 1998 CD: "Hearing My Thoughts". It
was a song about a guy on a deserted paradise island
having hallucinations in each verse, and then
realizing it's a hallucination and thinking he's gonna
die (thus the chorus of "Movin' On"). Catchy little
tune with a dark meaning. And in this case since the
"island palm" tree is anything but a paradise...
I played it backwards. 'Cause I'm taking the
branches/leaves/whateverthefuck and burning them.
Yeah. How special. You're brilliant. You hit "reverse"
on the audio timeline. Where's your WEBBY.
me now about The Journey. Fuck art. Fuck Palm trees.