Airport Bar

Experimental Fiction.

Sleeplessly competing, complaining, crying (internally) on dirty, cold airport floors: women came over to use phone chargers. Airport outlets are Chinese weed: high, overdose, or oregano. Be 0 or 100: either 100% drug addict, or 0% drug addict. Failed outlets are predictable disappointments. JV teams are forced to watch varsity games, hoping one gets injured, to get subbed in. Plug phones in, but outlets are broken. Metaphors suck and floors are dirty and people here are poor.

Never be poor. Poverty is an ethnic designator. People are born poor. People rip jeans and claim to be poor. Start with poverty, and living lame is more excusable. But starting from middle class is just pathetic. Nobility is poverty, grace, mercy, and forgiveness. Sidestep socio-economic judgment complexes and just say poor. Liberate, speaking solemn tones, chicken-or-egg: did poverty come first, or Christ? Both are grave reminders of worldly cruelty, and both save from judgment. Both exist within primordial socialism.

Civilization is socialism. Social systems, processes, laws and procedure, fashion, —

Ears attract black men wearing large Rugrats hoodies, extremely colorful Rugrats characters. So therefore, is what it is. If it's your birthday, celebrate it. Is what it is. Know’m sayin? He wears baseball caps, chains, and glasses. Rugrats hoodie and glasses, inoffensive and non-threatening. He is wearing velcro strapped boots, two casts for two broken feet. He comes over, saying hello. Yo man, see you're a writer. Something of a writer myself. Whatchu writing about? He positively interprets my good faith toward him. When every black man wears Rugrats hoodies, airports are better.

Giant bright white-plastered cartoon toddlers are disarming. Is sweater sex acceptable, or must he disrobe, out of respect? Respecting who? Woman, sweater, or both? But who comes first? Sweaters are dead friends’ gifts. Wife got Goodwill sweaters last week. Context matters.

Speak profoundly. — everything is socialism. Society means socialism. Capitalism exists within socialism’s womb. Capitalism is individuality, little green heads poking out from socialism’s swamp. Swamps are lively, organisms teeming trillions. Swamps have life cycles. Swamps build up algae, muck, peat, bio-trash, garbage dumping, growing and growing refuse piles, forming dirt, soil, and land, peaking out above water tables, growing grass. Volcanoes grow land too, hot and fiery death pits. Internets are giant swampy marshes with little gooners, coomers, hot takers, memers, haters and fans, passive watchers and content producers, piling our dead bodies, creating little hills peaking above water. Floods will come and wash away, next day, dragging grass clumps out 6,000 leagues under oceans.

Volcanos, or volcanoes? English loses semantic dissociation. Certain words appear suddenly foreign, his first time seeing his girlfriend without makeup. So, this is how she really looks? He silently remembers how she looked when she was attractive. She was hot at one point. Words made sense!

Combine retards and Alzheimer’s. Elderly vegetables have forgotten families, caretakers, and lash out violently. Toddlers are violent. Grandfather punched nurses moments before his death. Grandfathers are supervillains, Jokers, anti-heroes who tear down assisted living facilities. Facilities are crap. Humans are stacked up together, pond algae. Facilities are making money, stacking grass. My grass is flooded.

When driving, do something. Don’t just drive. Driving is too easy. Before iPhones, drivers were free. Today, stimulating phones are necessary. Drive glove box phones around for hours. Roll down windows, shouting from suburbs, anyone know where we are? There-and-back-again, discard phones and symbolic gestures.

Worst is scrolling, might as well start drinking. Conversing is best. Listen, respond, engage and risk driving off road. Poor radio works like airport outlets, two illusions of hope.

Earphone, mouth-phone, hands-full, pants low. Drive with your feet. Crash for thousandfold repetitions. Each crash, voices ask for gratitude. You’re irresponsible, tempting fate, and need punishing. Other voices laugh, fearless.

Car crashes are traumatic memories. DNA tests, paternity tests, are genetic memories of infidelity. She cheated past-tense, you are not the father. Why let past determine present? Cuck originally meant one who was blissfully unaware. Now, one who is perversely aware. Desiring knowledge is perverse insecurity. She said, well, who is ever 100% secure? Impossible. Reject black-and-white frames, neurotic, analytical calculating based on metaphysics or epistemics. Security is cozy.

Cozy is Norse. Words invaded English from Norse. Vikings are Danes, Northmen, Swedes, and Ostmen. Viking is made up. So is Asian. Asians are made up. Erase Asian identity.

Looking back at Google nGram, Ngram? Semantic dissociation caught me again. FOCUS. Google nGram said Asiatic studies came before Negro studies. Europeans were Oriental obsessed more than Africans. Lastly, Europeans discovered Aryans. Still around today, surprisingly, and oscillates 20 year cycles. Quote me.

Understanding foreigners is easier. Self knowledge requires becoming foreigners, creating new identity mirrors.

Mirrors are cracking eggshells on marshes, seashells on seashores, graveyards, nursing homes, asteroid belts, and moons. Moons are sunlight mirrors.

Let women worship moons. Aella's orgies were gay marriage orgies. Orgies once were unofficial mysteries, closets, secret compartments storing orgies.

South African rape statistics are jackrolling. Jackrolling means gang beatings, gang robbings, and gang rapings, all three simultaneously. Delight White Negro Beatniks. South African rape and violence orgies are algae smothered by infinite suburban sprawl. Drop nukes and recover nature. Nature is violent rape. Hippies rape. Lady doth protest too much.

Rugrats hoodies or jackrollers approach, inches away from Amish families and Orthodox Jews, looking for ketchup at an airport bar. Middle class black family patriarchs wear British working-class flat caps, black-and-purple diamond-checkered sweaters, and gray overcoats. Patriarchs are delightfully fat black Santas. Mr. Huxtable. Wife is reading public romance novels, horny and wet. Fifty year old black women get wet, reading her romance novel.

Sick! 50 year old men are reading airport bookstore hentai. Erect? He had, on occasion, obtained chubs. Perverted is one who notices. Candace Owens used butt plug, over and over again. She ranted and raved about butt plug business.

Educating sex is Minecraft cheat codes. Games are fun when raw, confusing, unexplored, vast, difficult, mysterious darkness. Undiscovered punchlines make funnier jokes. Magic is wonder and confusion. After enough game-time and guides, Minecraft virginity dies.

Little brown boy on his mother's lap makes loud complaining noises. Now he's crying. Cold men from perverse past societies prohibited empathy for such outbursts. Watch movies alone and cry for movie dogs. Cry reading books about old women who return home after absent years, holding one last Christmas party. Cry for ideals. Ignore real living flesh. Simply ignore crying children. Children must learn reason.

Boys stopped crying. Neglect is abuse. Screeds are abuse. Commit. Be way too deep.

Nickelodeon man is ordering drinks. Phil Collins is playing. Every little thing she does is magic.

Animals pee, marking territory, on lactating room sinks, stinking up aromas with ammonia. Get off super-serious socialism subjects and onto lazier humans excreting.

Hispanic women are absolutely makeup caked. Makeup is best when invisible, unseen, camouflaged, innocent. Better breast implants look natural. She put down her romance novel. Old people looked hot long ago.

I speed-meet every passenger. Nameless, just deepest secrets. Every human mind is subjected to constant gross matter, gurgling-gargling, swishing saliva, glands secreting, swallowing continuous cycles. Every dirty, perverse thought is aware? Animals bypass perverse thoughts, never thinking. Stare at breasts. Neurotics narrate inner distance, mirrors see selves looking back. Every main character needs narrators.

Drunks are cheering broken glass culture. Good songs are playing, songs for roadtrips. Everyone is coming off planes. Observing tragedy switched Seinfeld from major key to minor key. She’s sucking lollipops.

Insect attention span controls GPT 1-level intelligence. Power ranger mecha robots insert humans in brains, and bodies act according to body-double wishes... little bodies are brains, and big bodies are robots. Big bodies are real bodies. Little bodies are big brains. Walking around social tech, we've lost our bodies. Mecha bodies make bodies real again. Differ, integrate, attack.

Forbidden on planes. Prohibited. Spaceless. Got kicked off.

Attractive or ugly, she sits down. Write to her, about her, with her. Sense her glancing, at words, disturbed. Become stalkers. Stalkers just so happen to be on planes. Stalkers sit down silently, so who complains? What are the chances? Impotent victims, sadism stalkers, thrilling chases, pursuits, powerful feelings, intimidating, out of control.

Victims, at best, write her story. Nothing with her, nothing about her, but stories written toward her, under her spell. Dedicate, For my stalker, to competitors unaware, who never acknowledge secret Olympics. Walk behind your unknowing competitor. He is capable. Show him, prove to him pride and arrogance at work. Be his teacher, and make him student. When teachers have students, attempt to teach teachers just how smart you are. Seek to surprise him. He must learn.

It's easy to guess. Artists keep things open ended, appealing to as many people as possible. He's speaking directly to me! Speaking to myself, and everyone. Read and be horrified. Publish nude exhibits and recoil through life.

Learn Rick Astley's autobiography, Never Gunna Give You Up on piano. Writing well thought out and well researched articles dedicates discipline. Parts are hard, parts stand up and walk around, parts are stupid, parts find audiences, too. Drawing closer to mounting humps is scary. Acrophobia is anti-drug. Drugging is sleeping. They wake up, and find cocaine and caffeine are anti-drug. Write, if words mean nothing, and people are apathetic.

It's incredible how trite and predictable every thought is, and thoughts are act-shadows.

Gender divides are fake. Transgenderism is threatening, slicing at egos. Nothing is metaphysically unique about man or woman outside bodies. Embrace bodies. Who dances traditionally? Tune into yoga. Body is gender. Power Rangers are trans.

Vanities read (melodramatically) serious, unimpressive, and ridiculous 2nd person narration. School, status, and socialism made us read Finnegans Wake.

Be good at lying to understand. Readers are harsh. Flight attendants are batting people away, throngs crowding around her. Lego faced square-jawed people have amazing access to realities beyond mine. Lego faces are earth elements.

I'm starving. Stomachs fill crap marshes. Eat grass fed beef, organic free range chicken. Still fatty. Still disgusting. Eat jelly beans. Steal jelly beans. Rot teeth and go bankrupt. Who's still reading? Who's counting? 1 view?

In single digit views, every view counts. Romance novel readers bump her. I'm sorry, she smiles, I'm just in another world.

Boarding wheelchair folk. We’re committed now.

Listen, life plans need money for Europe. You're throwing me enough to fill up on gas. Appreciate you. Love you. Others don't know you the way you do (for better or worse). Intimate unique experiences.

Families under two. Active duty military. What about veterans? What about Vietnam vets? Spanish empires cometh. Refuse queues. Epic cheat code.

Writing is shitting marshes, growing grass. Boyfriends hug girlfriends, and grab her ass. She sits down and he twiddles his thumbs. Girls walk, hands folding her innocence.

Airport bars whistle tunes. Airports play porn inside airport hotels, R-rated sex scenes, on airplane iPads. Make scenes, sex offenders, summon air marshals, ground planes, flag him for arrest, ban him for life, placating me with extra cookies.

Here's real gold (spelled goald): ask for both. Cookies or pretzels? Say both.

One original idea every seven years. Recycled algae lumps, dry and brittle, mock flight attendants, making his girlfriend laugh. Beautiful Minecraft man and his lego-headed girl.

Calling zone one. Paid more for parking than air fare. Ride flaked; he's busy fucking. When he goes back on promises, he gets struck from good books. All good, but dead to me. Have nice lives. Owe me $200. Owe myself $200. Fool me once.

Great men make great presidents. Heavenly men scapegoat for horrible, terrible wars. His childish innocence, his great intellect, his humble but handsome visage, and eyebrows! Unibrow presidents are pilgrims.

Yoga pants fit over panties, lumpy and clumpy. Breasts are bigger than buttocks. God made mistakes. Hungry hunched Golems wearing sandals are judging and being judged. Take warm baths and pass out. Stay up.

Coughers cough out of control. Fancy suit jackets on mulatto men are colorful, stylish, fashionable, royal. He comes from kingly lines, counting Spanish, uno, dos, tres, quatro.

Elon Musk is here. Stare at him, and he stares back. His cheeks are red, and trash is arriving. Trash is coming, going, flowing. Never get constipated. Elon Musk must work here. He looks on, approving and disapproving. Coughers cough. Another cougher. Spreading. Her hair is so long, so curly, so voluminous. Now children are coughing choirs. Dry airport air caused COVID. Greeks were right. White girls are taller than black boyfriends. He pulls suave smiles. She has tattoos and happy hippies have overcome racism. He wears du-rag dreads, she wears yoga pants and t-shirts. Everyone is wearing uniforms and acting out plays.

Detached airport bars play reggae. Haiti needs makeover magic. Haiti needs Bob Marley. Consume planes, go down on planes. Cameras focus on me and see every word. Officers are deployed. Feel excitement and anticipate. Everyone is leaving. Time has come to sweeter death.

Priests require linguistic fluency. Sit here at 3:00am hearing Vegas gambling gaming childish chimes. Gambling simulates war risks, skin in the game. Real gambling is violence. Losing parties refuse losses.

Spirit Airlines dresses up Proud Boys colors. Proud Boys won. This country is a giant bar. Neon lights, alcohol, and sports fill their imagination.