Pill Box

Sunday

YouTube search history to get the week started:

• Naira Marley

• At Globo gym we’re better than you, and we know it

• female trouble theme

• neon indian slumlord

• norm macdonald 9/11

• alice in chains man in the box

• saint pepsi hit vibes

• bus beheading eyewitness

• daft punk something about us

“There are three men in camp 1 Mexican, 1 American, and 1 German who are perfectly worthless and it would be a God send if the Indians would kill them. Some of the men have verry little thrift, and take no care whatever of their health, have no thought for the next hour, and are content to let others do what they should do themselves. We have one poor fellow (German, or Pole) who immagins every one trying to insult him. He will probably be sent back, when we meet the San Antonio mail.”
	 	 	 	 	 — James G. Bell, June 18, 1854

hospital mortality rates stay the same or decline when hospital employees go on strike. did you know that? also they’re saying some babies in labor rooms are being 3D printed, the thing growing inside of the mother is just a machine extracted and used for government purposes. Oh, and the manager Jefferson Holt of REM helped this woman open a coffeeshop in Memphis, which is cool. a child prodigy in college almost got me addicted to pain pills, but he got kicked out trying to steal money from somebody, i hope he’s doing okay.

Monday

Sometimes I have dreams that take place in grandiose hyperboles of childhood memories mixed with nature — all of this is consumed in the enigma of a timeless, metallic space. I see distorted faces of inward black holes, i can no longer look in their direction. Their presence hovers over, making my body warm up like a buzzing gas heater. The memories, the isolation, the disconnection. falling sun, tell me the story of days gone, run behind bruised clouds and tree topped hills, let the warm, eternal colors of the sky paint rivers brightly, summon orange and purple strokes to consume the horizon — so I can see the cosmos flicker in muddy shores – and once smiling faces are gone, by God may Truth finally bleed into the streets

“If Printing is the most important art as the medium for uttering Truth, Navigation properly stands next in importance, as the means of transporting it. With these two arms, a competent and organized Press, and a suitable Marine, truth is furnished for the conquest of the world.”
	 	 	 	 	 —Third Annual Report of the Oneida Association

Kentucky friend who lives off central avenue tells me she’s working for this teacher program right, and she got placed into this charter school in Memphis where the majority of the board is Turkish. Nothing weird at first, but one afternoon she hooks up with this random turkish guy and he tells her that the charter school she’s been working for was linked financially to the Turkish Gulen Movement.

Tuesday

My grandmother on my father’s side had early onset Alzheimer’s. My grandmother walked around with no panties — she even went outside and took her shirt off when she was at my aunts condo. She couldn’t even remember my cousins name. My grandfather decided to hire a nurse named Ms. Daisy to take care of her. One time, Ms. Daisy took my grandmother to the park, and my grandmother decided to start shouting out about how she was being kidnapped by a black woman. My grandmother was walking around the hospital looking for my mom when i was being born. My parents tried not to let her hold me because they were scared she would drop me. Idk if my grandmother ever did hold me. maybe once or twice.

Another time my grandmother told my family that my dad was running for president (he wasn’t) and that we needed to go to the airport to go to the inauguration (we didn’t). “Everybody is going, including the baby” (referring to me, her grandson). My grandfather took such good care of my grandmother until she died. He even bought nurse Daisy a house and a car so that she could be bribed into helping my grandmother (it worked).

A lot of money went into making her feel comfortable. I dont remember when my grandmother died. I don’t remember the last conversation i had with her. My grandmothers name was Johnnie. I don’t know if I ever really met her. I guess I’m already a lot like her.

Wednesday

>Be sure to call parents and tell them you quit your job a as a librarian and that you are going to work at a sandwich shop

so I’m at this sandwich shop, but I’m also at a brothel,

it’s a combination sammich shop and brothel,

and the brothel tells me that they have better subs

than the sandwich shop lmao

i broke every single rule during lockdown and i didn’t even get the coronavirus, I just got chlamydia from my ex-girlfriend

Thursday

the worst part is that we’ll all be the same.

the worst part is right now, becoming-

the worst part is that we’re not really that different, at all-

the worst part is that you’ll go through deja vu,

and you won’t even know it-

this guy who owns a homeless shelter somewhere outside Chicago got into some trouble when he scheduled a webinar and titled it “Resolving Liberal vs. Conservative Conflict in the Workplace: Lessons from the Rwandan Genocide”

I was the foreman for a sequestered jury. I didn’t have a phone or access to the news for a whole week, but all of my meals were paid for by the city. Jury duty was a great, except I bought tickets to see that new Lars von Triers movie The House That Jack Built that same week, so I missed the one-time unrated theatre release. Anyways The police investigation was bad, no video evidence of the murder even happening. Story goes: woman moved to memphis from detroit, she meets up with the accused, she got shot during the exchange (drugs involved) so she drove off, ended up at dominos, and she died at the hospital nearby. The accused was arrested days later for trespassing at an apartment complex, murder weapon was found on him. No video evidence. Just bullets and autopsy reports. I volunteered to be the foreman. I say I managed to convince the jurors, but we all decided that we were gunna charge the accused with criminally negligent homicide. It was a Friday and we all wanted to go home. We all agreed we could “sleep peacefully at night” making this decision. we just couldn’t tie the accused to the murder weapon. We knew he was there, but we couldn’t say he shot this woman dead. the accused had already served his time, so he ended up not going to jail. i learned after that this case had a first trial that resulted in a hung jury. I accidently looked at the mother of the woman who was killed when the judge read our decision. She was in the court room every single day. She had to look at pictures of her daughter’s dead body a lot. i hope she doesn’t remember me.

Friday

my friend was getting drunk by the mississippi river and she looked over her shoulder and saw this brightly-lit steamboat full of old women smoking opium – apparently the boat was sailing north on the mississippi towards New Haven or some other part of the Northeast (probably looking for a red box or something)

“Everything is sent to Africa to be “Tested” HIV, Ebola, Swine Flu, etc. When the Hutus and Tootsies started slaughtering each other its reported that the CIA left a airport and hit the whole area with a Frequency weapon/Voice of God Technology before the slaughter with Machetes started! Africa may he constantly “Tested on” bc Africa is the place where the Bible was written about according to old World Maps! I know saying that pisses people off but I don’t worry about it bc it’s True!”
	 	 	 	 	 —A real Facebook comment made by a guy I know who used to be homeless

my friend next to me tries to one up the opium lady story — she told us a story about some kid drowning in the court avenue fountain because a bunch of people formed a human chain around the fountain and didn’t let anybody help the kid — shit I forget why they didnt help, maybe they didn’t want a person to come and ruin the fountain trying to save the kid? Fuck. My other friend who’s a historian thinks the kid drowned because of the bystander effect. I thought about telling the story of when some gang members burned down my grandfathers house with a Molotov cocktail, but i just went into the bathroom and scribbled some movie quotes on the wall.

Saturday

This bartender I know started working part-time at this florist shop at the corner of lamar and bellevue and uh, yeah, she just casually brought up how this homeless dude just sat on that corner and froze to death. The florist told me she saw the guy earlier and thought he was sleeping, but it turns out he was dead. then, a few days later, another guy freezes to death in the same exact spot. Both guys froze to the pavement, almost freezing in the exact same position. She put some flowers out there and somebody stole them when she came back the next day.

“Aux yeux de ces amateurs d’inquiétude et de perfection, un ouvrage n’est jamais achevé, – mot qui pour eux n’a aucun sense, – mais abandonné.” — Paul Valéry

Grocery List for the week:

• Bleach

• Insect killer

• Bread

• Dysenfectant

• Soap

• Cheese (feta)

• Lighter fluid

• Beer

• Antifreeze