Ritual

Generation Ex. - An eXample of a Degeneration? by Wendy Clark The connotations of the rarely used 24th letter of our English alphabet termed "X," are often of a sinister and negative suggestive implication, and even vulgar in some circumstances (i.e., "XXX"); this "X" generally tends not to represent any substance of a positive nature. I am equally as responsible as the rest of you all for these philosophical bones and skeletons I harbor - as our experience relates to the time period in which we were harvested; a generation of infants which some miserable joker/generational researcher coined "Generation X." Generation Xers (an individual is referred to as an Xer if he or she was were born roughly between 1959 and 1978) are now getting to fully realize their full potential. Back in the early 90's, my Xer college friends and I pondered these societal labels and concluded that these categorizations were for the generations who preceded us. We d...

The drive home from anyplace you go is going to be an unnerving string of fragmented images, sounds, smells, etcetera, but all you can do is drive, you have to get to your next destination; we all have to get somewhere, eh? The object of the game is to outwit everyone else, or maybe to out-think them, surpass them in the good looks or "I know how to dress" or something or other, after all, you HAVE to be good at something, don't you? Or will you fall through the cracks? The more you stay, the farther you go away any love looks you in the eyes and you don't wait for the words you want to hear so much these days; you're friends find misery and become a bore, of course, you ponder if this boredom is really just a manifestation of your own loneliness. Ah, looking back, we had dreams, big huge quivering coolness in our attitudes; smarter, luckier, more destined for greatness than all those random bodies rolling over the earth, heads down, miserable because they were bl...

Check it out: I am convinced that my cat doesn’t eat a lot because he is - as always - trying to exactly like me; trying to emulate me as if I was some sort of role model: he constantly follows me around, gazing at hallucinatory miscalculations - those which consist of rules which regard an insignificant emblem of his feline perceptivity, but back to his behavior - what the hell? I ascertain nothing. Among other many other perplexing and rebellious behaviors, he will not, under any circumstances, eat his “little tiny-expensive-so-he-will-live-damnit!” food unless his beloved Me is in the room. Right now, as I address you, he sits aloft my computer monitor, pretending that he is absolutely aloof to my presence… But I am catching on to his deceptive little feline games! He is unaware that I am aware of him following me everyplace that I wander, faithfully and consistently. He takes his own little precise kitty time, catches up to me, plunks down within millimeters of me, and pretends lik...

I would enjoy listening to a good story about my first encounter with JJ. I ran into her with a slightly charming eye contact thing I had been working on, and then she certainly fell in love with me. "Everyone is in love with you," she dared to tell me a few times with out a trace of sarcasm or other means of most dignified deception for any reason whatsoever, so I began to believe her after seven or eight years, and a few days later, I asked her if she could back that up. She hasn't spoken about it since, and I am beginning to get suspiciously bored with the concept altogether. So I forgave myself after she beat me at ice hockey and psychological meanderings. We are pretty ridiciously luck, we say to ourselves.

"What ever it is that you have to tell me, you better have something to say." I nodded. "A silent world would be an ideal utopia for you Ms. _______." "I really," she paused at tried to look dramatic, clenched her jaw and tapped her shoe on the ground twice, then scuffed, "yes, I think that I rather loathe your frequent and flawed - so called - 'obscurity.'" I imagined my day at work would be completely obscure and meaningless to perhaps those who were not aware of my heroic, pathetic intentions to be wonderful, which was therefore equated with obscurity. Clearly, I was losing my mind. Or was my mind losing me? Moral of the tale: Whenever you can't figure out what you were going to say, what the question was, if you really want to be wonderful, you will eventually turn out to be a motorcycle. And my advice, one of the most impressive habits of we obscure heroes, is to just end every paragraph you speak, is to say this simple phrase ...

As it unfolds, the edges are as eroded as the last time I surveyed my perceived happiness, and you were always there for me. You know who you are. Thank you for knowing.

Misery hates company; you can see her the cracks in the walls, the warmth of the vents in the multiple shelters you have inhabited She was always with you She is starving by noon on weekdays You use the binoculars you found in the trash (Has a year passed by so fast?) You mock her and watch her and know her well She dances like a Russian soldier You always move with her She sees much and yet not enough for you; that matters not to her She sighs deeply and you admire her lilac hair when she almost close enough to hold She never looks at you, but maybe she looks past you, At least, maybe she knows you are there. She is probably oblivious to pretty much everything that life has to offer You think to yourself and laugh (Has ten years passed by so fast?) No one loved her like you She reminds you of a cat A panther, perhaps a lioness You are the hunter You are the prey? Pray that 17.5 years doesn't go by Quite so fast.

Mas o Menos by w. clark I had made an important decision that drizzly December lunch our, a choice that might have been a major turning point, or one that made me realize I couldn’t trust myself, control molecular mutations that were implanted in my DNA, but were fertilized by the irony of life and made me older, smarter, and a riddle unto my own psyche. I left the office promptly at 11:45 am and it took the usual 3 minutes to get from my desk to the elevator to the front door and down the dozen stairs to the front green and I swiftly broke right up Maroon Hill two blocks west, slushing hurriedly up to the garden gates, and then made haste past the goat petting zoo. Temporary images whirled past me as I lost more seconds of my hour and tore down to the Landing, the hillside slanted toward sea level and my spine started to burn as my speed increased, the spring humidity filling my lungs with heavy water and my terror elevated to a state of shocking horror for that which broke so many ...

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Now that I have decided not to participate in the mischief which bounces beneath me and breathes down my back, the lucky day bursts its bountiful fountains of the purest, warmest light within and around me; my love of life and the depth of my own fragile yet enormous temple of true faith is surrounded in that song of the magnificence of being; the most transcendent revolution of self becomes real. Now that I have decided to burn the barriers of self-conscious self-doubt and self-betrayal, I decide to run into the living room wall as fast as I can and with full knowledge of the eight feet I have to build momentum. And although the pain is quite a bit more intolerable than I would have expected, not only because I thought a small jaunt of machosim might just fix or trick my mischeivious mind redirect the synapses to bigger and better ailments, my expectations are always higher than I could ever reach, and if there was a beanstalk and I caught sight of it, hell yes, I would be stacking ph...

Ritual

12/08/2006 09:00 PM - PT's Inferno 1601 W Evans Ave, Denver, 80223 - $5New music venue above PT's (yes, the nudey bar). Come on down and watch the delicious entertainment downstairs then have a drink and rock out with us upstairs. There are two empty cages for those feeling sexy enough to dance for us.... you KNOW who you are .... you tigresses and tigers....

go to www.youtube.com/wendyclark for the new wendy show episode 1.5

so i was just writing my friend jhimm because that is what i do jhimm is legendary and revolutionary and i know it. not only because he somehow finds a way to wrap his thoughts around his voice not only because his voice is spectacular not only because he somehow finds a way to amuse and remuse and is my muse and writing to him is always a wakeup call and a perfect certain entity of the truest perfect reflection of who i am when i write words to him of who is someone i am and am not and he knows it. i have told him (though he can't be right all the time....) :) and he tells us what is going on and around and we know we have to have this dude's attention because of his energy and will he is a young prophet (much like Erk....hmmm... whoa....) nice. and doesn't even know how magnetic his presence and his very essence is a reminder to check one's self and remember to -check- everything -balance- and let yourself be true to yourself in word, thought, and deed. this has been ...

can tell she is sleeping. she also doesn't know that i have been explaining my theories of cognitive behavioral therapy for the past 20 minutes, nor does she know i can tell she is faking it. she finds my theories as captivating as anything else. for certain.

you have to understand that i understand what you are saying. keeping this in mind, i understand that because you do not understand me as i don't understand you and you will not listen to what i have to make you understand is true mainly because i have more experience than you and am wise in this matter of subjective thought and action i keep my eyes closed and look into the great wide open the one you rarely get to see unless you find yourself humming while doing the sidestroke amongst the doggie-paddlers who mistake tennis for air hockey and you remember the day that you you finally listened before you thought and kept your eyes open and listened before you thought listen before you think. before you let yourself talk.

i got me a job today. i start tuesday.

i got me a job today. i start tuesday.

"My Resume" by Wendy N. Clark fictional account of pragmatic humanist trying to revise a resume and getting angry.... "From now on we are all responsible. And accomplices." Elsie Wiesel Wendy N. Clark wch@denied.hmpf Objective: My objective to obtain the position at the company for which I am sending you my resume. My intent is to give you – in objective terms (keywords) why I match your criteria and likely want to be an employee (i.e., contract, temp, permanent, temp-to-hire, freelance, etc.) for the position at your organization which I am sending you my resume as you requested. As I have been researching in my four-ish month quest for a good job, the search starts here (unless you have already determined that I am not the one… based on our ratio of “k2k”© : keywords to keywords search mentality. It’s like a dating service DMBMS and a QTFU match? Any reason to read on? K2k is my latest soon to be famous acronym in yet another bad investment of time. My other objec...