I never thought I'd write something
akin to this, an atypical Tuesday...
the modem ***** off on a snooze
and is to never wake up...
****...
going cold turkey with the whiskey
is one thing... but an internet
blank canvas is another...
turns out I'm more an addict for
originality in blank pixel: insert
text here addiction that the whiskey...
so I did the last thing I thought
I would ever do when drinking
and not having internet access...
I watched the ******* television!

first came late night with maher...
I almost puked by the bias...
then came the movie 2012...
  boring as **** cooling down
in a freezer...
   but...  but! the third instalment?
true grit (1969 version)?
I started thinking: now we're talking!
I can focus! if I was watching something
like transformers with all the manic cutting
and recuting and editorial gluttony...
either tunnel vision, or double vision
and a drunk's carousel...
         I came to the following conclusion...
if I'm ever to drink... and watch t.v.?
it has to be a western...
    and it's a toss between Clint Eastwood
or John Wayne... more likely the latter...
after all, with that pink attaché around his
neck? probably the first metrosexual...
but **** me, those movies had style...
I could focus my shambo head of filth
like a hawk...
   there was PANORAMA... still life-esque
Cezanne style approach...
   a canvas of still life and  reversed
agoraphobia of a few riders working their
way through a static / incremental movement
maze of Calculus..
       plus limited editing, cutting...
and the dialogues were engaging...
before the **** industry became the breeding
ground for recruiting actresses,
I.e. classicaly the theatre...
        but the cinematography was there,
you could focus on both the canvas
and the clogs and knobs weaving
their way through it...
  so I thought... who the he'll needs psychedelics...
when all that is required is a bottle of
scotch and a 1960s western?
      the remains of the night,
and the bottle?
     subsequently spent...
in the kitchen, on the kitchen floor...
sitting I  Turkish akimbo...
smoking, drinking...
   chasing the moon with my eyes...
playing the Buddhist one hand clapping
with my shadow...
   listening to 9 lazy 9?...
   from 1994... *electric lazyland...
      call it what you like,
mindfulness, a meditative trance...
deep thinking...
   there is a classical term for it...
a Cartesian fusion
    of: res cogitans (thinking thing)
    and res extensa (extended thing)...
    you know it already..
        cogitans extensa: extended thinking...
either that, or I was contemplating
  an artist's self-portrait needs...
   the so called vanity projects...
   perhaps this broken modem haitus is
a good thing...
       if on pixel "paper" I'm Dr Jekyll...
in handwriting...  I'm Mr Hyde.