Monday, January 6, 2014

No Wall Street People In This Movie (no wait. it's a blog post. sorry) Just Twisted Ghosts On The Russian Steppes.. 1/6/13

This is what ghosts really are..... they're people... more or less regular people. They can think and feel and communicate and do all that shit. But they don't have no body. You know how old people what got feet, or legs chopped off, 'cause a the diabetes still get 'skeeta bites on that leg? That 'cause the ghost a the leg still there. And ghost just another word for energy, or soul, or essence. Essence also the name of a magazine. I don't think they got a magazine called 'Ghost' though. Maybe dead folks read it? I don't know. 

If you been with us a while, you know narrators ain't just voices that leak out a the air. We disembodied spirits. Which means if you too lazy to type 'disembodied spirit' you could write 'ghost.' I not Mister Never You Mind, or one a them big ones, but you can call me 'Mert.' I got creamed on the subway tracks by a train screechin' through the China Town spur. Slid off the platform 'cause it dangerous tryin' not to step in cat piss when you drunk.  Hell wit' the cat piss. Quit dancin'! Jus' step in it. Better than windin' up like the insides of a Chunky Soup can. Pigeons and rats liked me though. It tickled.

Not all ghosts like me. Some got 'bility a move stuff. Some like a throw a knife, or twis' a head all the way around. Them the nasty ones you gotta watch out for. Some jus' sit there wit' they malf all open, droolin' an' all. That 'cause they thinkin.' They re-livin' every minute a they life. They sayin' - Why that lunchroom lady tell me to go f*ck myself in first grade? or - Why they not call boy ballerinas 'ballerinos?'.... Not like dead folk gotta punch a clock. Sometimes they just stare at dust...

And sometimes they kill folks. Doan even got a touch nobody to do that. Step creak late at night. Window crack cause a the cold. Toilet make a funny noise. Front door get knocked on at 4AM specially when you live out in the country. Lectricity go out an' you see sumpin. Half a them what die a heart attack when they home alone, really die a ghos' attack.

Some ghost  jus' evil, like them what Russian prisoner up against. (read post before this if you doan know, 'cause they all go together) Headless shadow man got no right totin'  red eyed baby. An' I  doan mean red from rubbin' them wit' its little fists. Got like a evil glow shinin' out. An' when Russian prisoner guy get a good look he see it ain't got no malf. Can see them gums movin' round behind the flesh, but it ain't got no malf.

Headless man switch baby over to his right arm and  point directly at the prisoner. Prisoner almost shit hisself. Then big, metal locker fall over. It go CRASH. Doors (it got two a them) fly open, jars roll out. Headless ghost start kickin' 'em all 1000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000.. Sorry, I fell asleep at the keyboard, or rather that wilkravitz fell asleep an' he the only one got fingers. Lot a them jars smash open now. Pickled head roll 'round like they knows where they goin' fry`Hair plastered every which way.  8^)          U*)

I gotta go eat now. Russian fellah sayont ejhi  (I doan even know what I sayin' )

'Gospodyi pom-il-yee... That's what he saiD

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