Letter From the Editor

Editor, transcriber, something like that. Editing infers a sense that something has been taken out of the work, and my interest--perhaps to a degree denoting a disturbed mind--is in retaining as much of the look and feel of these original works as possible, within the set confines of the internet. I've been given the task of translating whatever I see fit from paper page to electron page, but I'm taking more time to make sure stylistic touches are retained instead of correcting spelling. In fact, I'm leaving spelling as is, and am leaving the punctuation and sentence structures as they are...despite my every impulse...must...place...period...

Why? Because I'm one of many who know and love Chadwick, and prefer this insane intelligence--however rough it may be--to the tamed intellectualism of most. It is a breath of fresh air that yet contains life in a world of half-lives. I'm picking this as a stopping point for todays..."whatever"...but will be continuing on with this project over the course of the next few months.

~Kantiki Manajaya

03.21.04, Entry...

L|I   I dont wanna be Don Juan
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K|S   what time is it?  what day is it.
E|A            monday the 21st of March. .
 |W                    7:00 pm
A|                    9:00 pm
 |E                   10:00 pee-emm
G|T   Jack Daniels watermelon spike coccain.
R|E   "Hey! Hey, can I call you?"
E|R
A|N     Tyson and christy
T|I        in Buda--
 |T         nice house
R|Y           2 acres
I|         listening to 'Jungle' cd (lars's)
N|T           after dinner of fish
G|H            carrots - broccolli - scalloped potatoes
 |E                  over rice.
O|    dogs are babe karoki.
F|O
 |T       !Buda house!
P|H     sat up late talking.
U|E        got tired.
R|R       retired to 'jungle story'
E|    synchronicity of Tysons
 |N        Spanish book
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03.22.04, Entry...

i can hear jaya talk
about the eye of infinity
 in the other room.
   and now I'm awake.

Bonita.   es... fuck. es . . . Tyson
  amigo es Tyson . . . .
            ohmygodimgoingto Mexico
                 icantspeakspanish.
                 not   a      word.

!Hola!
!Adios!
!Hasta pronto!  (peace-out)
¿Que tal?      (how are you?)
De acuerdo      (I agree)
     word of the day
        llegar a tiempo (to be on time)
    (kind of rude word of the day
     to pick with Tyson sitting at the door
       but I figure it will be ok

03.23.04, Entry...

34 packs of Emergency.
1 Blanket
#@% Black pants
2 pairs of socks
Black shirt
grey shirt
Blue.....
       whatever...
listen... I might follow Jaya into mexico...
but... I can't do the inventory.....
          sorry, bub.

Carlos would be proud.
  after, of course, he called me a fag.
         That whoe.
  ¿Que es esoh?
  llegar e tiempo, Jaya.  Bueno.
     out of Denny's, good.
Don't be tricked by consumerism, he
Says, laughing.
   well I'm not laughing, buddy...
   and I won't,
  good coffee though.
with such fresh roasted all americaN flavor and
   full   Aroma..... who wouldn't buy
          a  cup... y'know?!
  maybe I will   get some eggs and
 bacon ..... no ... I'm just joking,
            but not about the
            eggs and bacon.
            it sounds good.

03.24.04, Entry...

   . . damn.
 I'm in Mexico
 How did I get here?
 allow me to tell.
 spill . . whatever.
*first, pardon the handwriting,
 I'm on some
god forsaken city bus
  on road to
    the mexican
      interstate

I'm Sam

I'm sam.

The name you'll find on the Christmas Card I sent is actually Samual Joseph Dryson, and--while this is my full name--I much prefer the shorter 'sam' to the drawn out monotony of the full title. However, since it was I who made the careless mistake of confusing the names when sending you the card--and since they are after all...my names...

Chadwick & Kan

[Editor's Note, the editor, in this case, being Kan, Jaya, whatever]: Since there's no profile picture up for the geester who's blog I'm now tending, I'm posting up the only picture I have of him that isn't some pale, pasty waste of monkeyflesh... In fact, some who know Chadwick (on the left) have seen this picture and didn't recognize him. Just wait 'til he returns from the Armed Forces.

08.20.03, Entry...

  Dear...dear lord ... forgive me for my horible sins, and--on the
same note (and the same sentence, unfortunately) for my horible
spelling.
 This trend of relentless personal destruction must not continue.
There must be an end to my maddness...and...~sigh~...bad spelling.
   [I refuse to rewrite any of this.  So please
     excuse that many of my sentences will
     end with apologetic sidenotes to the
     darker half of my intelect.  Jesus.]
 I am not on drugs...right now.  Nor have I been for many, many
months, er--weeks--um...days...day...day...maybe a few hours...
Maybe.  Many, many minutes if nothing else...but believe me it's
been a relitivly long time (the whole moving train car bit...except
a good portion of my mind was left sleeping on the benches in the
station.) whew.
 That sounded more like a confessional than a complete sentence!
Huh?  Huhhh?!
 Besides my seemingly endless narcotics binge, life is mostly full
of bleak and arctic despair which--while tasty when spread over
most brand name crackers is pretty much useless when trying to
secure a bank account.
 This has not, however, deadend my will to live.  It has only made
it edible to the many demons which have collected in the side
pockets of my ID over the course of my coming of age (something of
which I am sure should happen before one turns 13...NOT 23!)

Perplexis

Perplexis lives at three-oh-nine West Chiltonberry way
with her Seven older brothers who do nothing every day.
(For those of you who know not what a nothing need imply:
it's mainly just another word for "life without surprise,"
And if surprise is what we use to keep our lives intriguing,
then nothing is a state of mind where something's always fleeting.)

So everyday Perplexis walks to school and then to work
where her mind is always busy and her brothers do not lurk...
but every passing moment strikes another listless hour
where
  helplessly
     she watches
as her brothers' minds go sour.

Now, Lexis loves her brothers more than anyone can know,
and, with every inch they sink to waste, it tears apart her soul.
So walking home from school one day, consumed with righteous anger,
Perplexis formulates a plan to free them all from danger.
And on the morn of Halloween, with jacket bundled tightly,
She packs away her precious things and sets upon the highway.
For waiting round with hopeful thoughts has worn away her patience,
and Lexis now has set upon the trek to reparation.

Santa

  I will wait for Santa by the Christmas Tree,
where we’ll drink beer for an eternity.

  From his bag



  His profit margins blank for ages
             needs no pockets
             has no wages.
  Grateful words from those he knews
  his only revenue--
       Yet there are those that curse his pages,
       Damning them unadvantageous,
Advertising profit as its proper substitute.
"See, people earn their wealth in stages,
always will and have for ages... what you
ought to do is give it up and follow suit.
'Cause paper wealth in vaulted cases,
locked away in golden stasis,
Numbs/Negates all loathing weights
and tenets you held true."

Results

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50%
agnosticism
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