With Apologies To James Joyce

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A stream of consciousness from the past week from the micro and macro levels of my life.
Aw, man, these bum ass Eagles are going to get ran out of the stadium by the Jags in the first game of the season…Thirteen years ago….Project for a New American Century… Blowback, yeah, that’s what it’s called… means I can go online and see American journalists get their heads cut off by a Muslim with a Cockney accent…A bill that infringes on civil liberties was just gathering dust on a shelf just ready to be used after a national tragedy?…Black Jesus…I’m your Lord and Savior, fool…a stormtrooper stole the Batmobile?… Go over there and wipe IS/ISIS/ISIL from this existence… We broke it, we brought it… Brute strength and wanton destruction speaks to the Id…4 o’clock flight…standby on Delta…thanks, Cuz…run the ball, Richt…he missed that chip shot?… ideas are invincible, Mr. Creedy…damn, Sarge looks frail…I’m home…you know Ant’s mother died, right?…the Braves lost another one?…how you going to beat a kid that bad with a damn switch?… Damn, Ray Rice knocked her smooth the hell out…sound and fury…let loose the dogs…I’ll set up the wifi…man, I forgot how hot it is down here…do they want my first born too to renew my license?…he’s on the team but they redshirted him this year… Just freakin’ wow the way her head hit that handrail…you better get some of this food, Jay, because you ain’t going to get this up in New York…yeah, he’s a full-time husband now…those bastards shot up her car when she and her baby were in it…still looks the same don’t it?…bring him down here while I’m here because I can’t leave the terminal now…. look for the MADE IN THE USA label…that lets you know you going to be able to kill ‘em real good…just don’t let us see you cut off anybody else’s head…go that way and wait until they call your name…thank you for lending me your ear…troglodytes..who cares if he drew her with her ass in the air?…road rage…nickeled and dimed to death..yo, why is that fool still alive?…Sal Paradise, benzies, and coffee…sing Pain In My Heart, Big O…all these photos; it’s like I stepped into a family museum…I need some J-Blak…ahh naw, big Snoop Dogg back up in the heezie, baby, you jockin’ my style you so crazy…Columbusing…white people just discovered phat asses?…the books not going to write itself, Jay…who knows what evil lurks in the hearts of men? The Shadow knows…Orson Welles…deep focus…HP Lovecraft…punk ass racist…try me and I’ll blow your goddamned head off word is bond, son…anger flowing red hot in my veins…southern trees bear a strange fruit…open carry…woke up this morning/got yourself a gun…tea in the Sahara with you…love is no better than the lover said Chloe Wofford…you ever going to cut your hair?…how’s your son?…no, I don’t drink light beer; that’s dirty water…pretty cheap for a router…pickled brains…when is he going to get out?… 1-0, baby!!! Super Bowl Bound!!!…Gregor Samsa, Stephen Daedelus, and Milo Bloom walked into a bar…we thuggish ruggish always…we don’t need no stinkin’ badges…don’t forget to pack the toothbrush…I hope Grandma likes the gift…some parts of LGA are like a damn sewer…the big guy who played Jaws died?…make me a copy of that picture…the sun shines brighter down here…green smoothies and lemon pound cake…she’s pregnant again…we didn’t start the fire…we’ll be fighting that war when I’m ready for retirement…screw it all, I need a drink…what time does the Mothership get here?

–Jason O. Logan

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