TheClownCarTragedy

Word, thunderbird. I like your style, not the least for liking mine. Like beat poetry except without the violence of an actual beating. So...more like purr poetry.

Your name. I have a theory that you can tell someone's personality by which Ween album they like the best. My favorite is Quebec, which tells you that I am very sexy and sensual and depressed. Pure Guava tells me that you were electrocuted by a night light as a toddler and loved it. Also, you see the harmony in dissonance. Either that, or you love fruit without the fiber. If you know what I mean.

If you do, let me know, because I'm not sure I do. What a life!

 

Whoa. I actually was electrocuted at age 6, tried to plug a fan in but my finger was being possessive of the socket, not allowing anyone or anything to enter it's tiny domain inside the wall.....or maybe it was making sure there were no hungry gremlins waiting to eat his best friend fan plug I'll just change the story from one to the other depending on what kind of person I'm trying to manipulate and for what purpose whence telling the tale of the "Time I Never Felt More Alive", each day that passes is filled sticking my fingers into random sockets trying to get that ghost pepper concentrate blown in your ass of your soul feeling that only comes from either imitating a circuit breaker temporarily or getting ghost pepper concentrate blown in your ass. I never made the correlation between the electric wake up call and loving Pure Guava but because someone said it out loud I believe it with the strength of a thousand suns. I have my own theories on people's favorite Ween album and the Quebecois among you are hyper-intelligent moody folk who dress like English Lit professors but can dance like a professor. Of Dance. Drinkers of obscure hard alcohols and either are really really into baseball statistics or hate sports with a  passion, there's no in-between. Book readers. David Foster Wallace devotees. Kurt Vonnegut disciples. Smoked clove cigarettes for a year or two and have secret crushes on everyone they meet. Quirky Wes Andersons, the lot of you. That's my Quebec profiling, am I close at all?