Subliminal White Trash

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After graduating high school in 1995 with a significant amount of embarrassingly cliched emotional baggage, Kevin "Subliminal White Trash" Pearce made his way to Toronto in a perfectly understandable attempt to outrun his past. After encountering many similarly desperate and stubbornly eccentric people, Kevin found his way into the acting and spoken word scenes. With an amazing and almost inhuman effort, Kevin somehow negotiated through his self destructive tendencies on his way to finding some kind of second rate enlightenment in his strange little world of reckless, impulsive creativity. After spending three years in Toronto, Kevin decided to return to the suburbs in order to preserve his diminishing supply of mental health. Sometimes he even thinks it was the right decision.

Sunday, September 16, 2007

More Casual Madness

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Staring at
wind sharpened skies
and colour schemes
at odds with moving shadows
Spreading a gift of waste
returned to the earth
to mark territory
and a bold moment in time
Searching for
a safe environment
to reveal
overwhelming eruptions
of irrational thought
Slowly building a shield
towards eternity
so I can sleep better
knowing I tried
to see reality
for what it truly is


fool

You are the
fool
who parades his
neglected love
on every street corner
like a sickness without end
inspiring guilt with a sharp glance
haunting me with breathtaking stupidity
manipulating my mind
with a riot of
confused emotions
instructing me how to suffer
without purpose
like you do
every
fucking
day of your life


Another one from the "old disk graveyard." Kind of fucked up...

A man lies bleeding in an alley...

"Hey. Get over here and help me, man. I can't move. Some guy knifed me. I'm in all kinds of pain. Call an ambulance."
"No thank-you."
"What?!? What do you mean "no thank-you"?!? Call an ambulance you smart mouth prick."
"I don't want to. I don't like your tone of voice. You are being quite rude."
"What are you talking about?!? I'm in serious pain goddamnit. Call 911."
"No thank-you."
"Christ, man. What the fuck does it take to help a dying man out?!? What the fuck is the problem?!?"
"Well...There is one thing."
"And what is that?!?"
"Can I stick my finger in your wound?"
"What the fuck are you talking about you sick fuck?!?"
"I'll call the ambulance if you let me stick my finger in the wound."
"Oh Christ. Oh shit. I can't feel my goddamn legs. CALL AN AMBULANCE NOW."
"No thank-you. I have all the time in the world to negotiate. It seems you don't. Now listen to me very closely. Let me stick my finger in your wound and then I will call an ambulance."
"OK fucker. Just make it quick you sick fuck."
"Wow. That's a nasty wound. Somebody should probably call an ambulance."
"Goddamn you. You...You...Just CALL A GODDAMN AMBULANCE. I CAN'T FEEL MY LEGS."
"Have you ever had conflict resolution training? I think it would really be of great help to you."
"Look...If you don't help me now I AM GOING TO DIE HERE HAVING THIS POINTLESS CONVERSATION."
"Did it ever occur to you that maybe I don't WANT to help you?"
"What?!? What the fuck?!? OK...OK...OK. PLEASE. Would you PLEASE call an ambulance?"
"No thank-you."
"Awww shit. Awwwwwwww shit. It’s over. I am truly fucked. I can't believe this is happening."
"The pain must be terrible."
"Shut up."
"No thank-you. I must be going now."
"What?!? WHAT?!? GODDAMN YOU...Goddamn you...Goddamn...God...God......"

The man expires in the moonlight.