Tuesday, October 28, 2003

Fu Manchu says: "My daughters are endlessly seduced by a cleft chin set determinedly towards disaster apparently for the idiotic reason it sits atop a tweedy suit like the ones in the magazines they read at the hairdressers. They want to play golf and attend luncheons. I cannot understand them. They languish and fuss and upbraid themselves and me for those very impurities which constitute their allure in the weird eyes of the men they would fling themselves at and set free from the captivity I had arranged that the whole world might be a quieter, less fussy place." 1:52:15 PM    comment []

Fu Manchu says: "Red Girl, Truth cannot be told in words anymore than a small boy may catch a fish wth his Wo-Wo. Howsoever Evil I might be close textual examination will reveal that I have never been hard in my heart towards Love, they cannot say that of Fu Manchu! I never lie and I realize that Love is a flaw inherent in flesh. Time and again my stable of lithe, leerable vixen have thwarted my schemes with their unreasonable and unlikely desires to melt in the arms of preppy types. My Vampire girls go mushy and wet at the sight of a starched collar and a fraternity pin. These are the setbacks with which a madman must contend!" 1:23:13 PM    comment []

in performing his morning toilet q. tears a page from a major news magazine and because he sees upon it the picture of a blonde girl looking sort of wistful and heartweakening q. focuses on some of the more obvious meanings of the page, the text i mean, and realizes he is about to offend an article on the pills they give to children that they might learn and study in the appropriate fashion. such a valley of the dolls is contemporary education! there are pictures of all the pills you might take to learn how to behave and functionally digest the information that is put upon your figurative plate. knowing something of pills and plates (here q. cannot forbear himself of shaking at you as closed in an envelope the memory of a famously mini-skirted and attractive art dealer bearing aloft a pill for her own progeny - he sha'n't say who) and howsoever his own digestion has been wrecked by alcoholism, if the pretty blonde girl was suddenly transported to be with him q. might allow himself the liberty of the briefest touch of her hand and he would whisper:   "hie thyself from organised consumptions. eclecticism is a survival trait learned quietly and in small groups." 12:16:08 PM    comment []