Stuck in the Water Closet Blues   (***Filler***)

Although this posting is somewhat biographical of a certain midweek night spent in its entirety on the floor of a tiny little water-closet room of a place I was staying at for a while, there were no serious depression-suicide aspects to it.  The "go crazy and kill myself" was only a matter of creative expression.

Back in those Jim Nut Roarin days, I would often, like once or twice a month, make sober fast from food and sleep for three or four days at a time.  The opening up of time and altered sense of the structure of day gave me much potential energy, and thrust me about all over the place into strange adventures and situations, much like the drug trip can sometimes do when stuck in public and parties, etc.

So in this case, during one such fast, I just felt like spending an entire night with a few lit candles, pens and paper, a plate with some hits of acid on it, an unopened box of chocolate, and a large kitchen knife.  Eventually after a couple of hours, one of my roommates returned from the clubs, and analyzed the situation - he let me remain as I was (there was another main bathroom in the house!), but did remove the knife from the water closet premises!  He knew I wasn't up to anything that horrendous, being used to such eccentricities of this odd scrambly-scheduled character he was forced to be sleeping near under the same roof for those 8 months...

How those roommates lasted with me is quite the miracle, many thanks to them for not ever calling the authorities!!!

it's quite a  poem & story. the choice to record your dilemma was the correct one. pity those who are unable to compose...

Certainly had a lot more stories than poems from that time... but stories that poured out like poems...

And those were pre-9/11 times... if I pulled off half of those things today, I wouldn't be allowed onto too many commercial airline flights...

But it's hard to write lengthily while on a fast, the phrases just kind of get condensed down into short importances...

But I wish people in the bad parts of the world didn't have to be stuck into actual situations of starvation.  Too much madness to this world.

I like anticipation. I feel this.

The challenge of believing in the power and reward of Patience...

This work (in my opinion) describes the human condition to the letter. One of my favorites indeed

Small room can be a containing salvation for the mind of too-large thought-making...