04.13.2004
mutilated beyond recognition
This is a terrible thing to be saying, on the news, every five minutes, as breaking news. The bodies of four of the missing "contractors" have been found, "mutilated beyond recognition." A few minutes ago MSNBC was saying the families were being contacted right then. It's a new buzzy-thing, the buzz-ding of the moment, "mutilated beyond recognition." Hope those families were contacted, successfully, and told not to watch MSNBC.
If I had access to the channel changer device I might be able to figure out what some other sources are saying. Or, hell, I'm supposedly online here, I could find out what some online sources are saying. Ah, I see Yahoo News points to an anonymous State Department official as having said four mutilated bodies have been found. Somehow this must be an important part of the story, that they were mutilated. We are helped to understand.
I'm buried in crap. It's a mountain, and it's collapsing all around me. This is "packing," my own buzz-ding of the moment. I am "packing." I have stacked half-filled boxes on top of all-the-way-filled boxes. I have knocked over guitars repeatedly. My important papers are mutilated. Beyond recognition. One of these has to be the receipt for the DVD burner. I got a response from the company, they'll send me a new one if I send them my old one, along with a receipt. Apparently I don't even need the "Proof of Purchase" on the side of the box. That's a fucking rip, if I've ever seen one. What IS that thing if not proof that I purchased this device? I'll perhaps suggest to them that I relabel their future boxes, "Proof of Ownership of Box."
I'm so sick of hearing this TeeVee. Maybe I packed the remotely-controlling-equipment away in a box, labelled, "Fragile, Glass." I picture the movers, the cheap-ass movers we were able to afford, barely able to speak english, seeing those words and laughing as they roll the boxes down the four flights of stairs. The TeeVee will suddenly begin changing channels (it will still be connected and babbling about Michael Jackson being mangled beyond recognition,) and I will know then that the controlling mechanism is inside that badly rolling box. These boxes are square, rectangular, cube-ish; I should've been more considerate and gotten round ones.
John Ashcroft has been found mutated above and beyond the call of duty, screaming from one of his three mouths about the walls between agencies which so callously wouldn't allow him to kill Osama Binsu Ladel with his bare hands while one of his mouths eats a ham sandwich. He's shouting about how the Patriarch Act so obviously should be enforced retroactively so that Howard Stern and Janet Jackson can be combined into one vulgar, child molesting, walking display of breasts so as to show the United States of Amherst just what we're exposing our families to while we're busy paying attention to President Bush and his golf cart. Janet Reno is twitching in the corner, i'm pretty certain there's going to be a fight.
I can't get it out of my ears, this sound, it's hideous. Who is this fucking Abrams person, why did I have to put MSNBC on the thing before I started packing? I'm obviously self-destructive, I am addicted to self-mutilation, I am a drama seeker, my own third face is John Ashcroft's cousin, Scott Peterson.
(Score one for foxnews, their very brief article about the bodies does not once use the word "mutilated," instead opting for, "It is unknown how the four were killed." Or don't score one. Who said anything about a score? What the hell's wrong with you? Where's the control box?)
