(this story is based on this picture of kento's walrus collectoin)
2 roads diverged in a yellow wood. some people chose one path. some chose the other. kento smirked.
he stepped off the path entirely and ran into a tree repeatedly, as blood poured down his face. he then jumped into a river and drowned in it, while calling out for the deer to save him . his body was never found.
2 paths diverged in a yellow wood.
and kento took the one less traveled by. and that has made
all the difference.
At long last, Kento arrives at the Temple of the Jade Tiger. "I... I come seeking knowledge..." he whispers. "The knowledge you seek lies within." says the master.
Kento meditates on this for many days.
Days, they turn to weeks.
Weeks, they turn to months.
Months, they turn to years.
At long last, Kento stands.
~*FaRtZ*~
"Jesus said, 'A grapevine has been planted away from the father. Since it is not strong, it will be pulled up by its root and will perish."-The Gospel of Thomas verse 40 (as per Marvin Meyer)
when i came home from work, they were just finishing up. the panel van says KI Landscapes and has a sticker on the bumper that says "Free Soviet Jewry in Each Package." oh, right, ha ha. and then i looked at the house.
they had taken the ivy down, ripped it right out of the stucco wall, leaving huge holes. we told em, trim it up, you know, don't wanna get too shaggy cause the neighbors might get restless. well, they did that all right. the loving plaster is falling out of these loving POTHOLES in my house!
and the grapevines... we had planted the grapevines after laura's second miscarriage. she said it might be good to get something living, something we could watch grow. i said fine, it would be a lot easier than having a kid around doing a linda blair act 24/7. i didn't say that last part aloud. so we got an arbor for the front walk and planted some concord grapes. i didn't have to water them so they were ok by me. and it had been a couple of years, a couple of desperate years and they too were getting shaggy so we asked KI Landscapes if they could, you know, trim em up. cause you don't get any fruit unless it's on new growth.
so these loving morons cut the loving grapevines down to nubs. and i know laura is gonna say it's my fault... i walk over to the side yard and there's the guy, KI i guess, and his 12-year old son piling all our grapevines and grapes in a big heap.
"hey," i started. the older guy grunted without looking up and the kid, some kid with a big-ass flop-mop of shiny black hair looks up and smiles.
"y'all went a little far with the landscaping."
the older one gave a redneck version of the gallic shrug. i started to say something, when suddenly it hit me that there was fuck-all i could do, i couldn't fucking GLUE the fucking vines back. sighing, i reached for my wallet and handed the older guy the forty bucks, and he walked towards the front yard. he turned around before disappearing. "kento, see if you can bring me them clippers."
i don't know why, but being left alone with the kid... maybe cause he can't fight back... i wanted to just break his face, just wipe that grin right off. i counted to ten, twenty, finally said, "you know, we've been growing those for a couple of years, and uh, they had a lot of grapes on em."
the kid picked up his dad's clippers and looked at the pile.
"all the grapes are still there," he said, pointing.
"yeah. they are," i said.
they left and i wondered if i had enough time to go to the store for a quick beer and some mint gum before laura came home. i was just starting to walk there when laura pulled up. she looked at the house with horror.
"hey honey. it's ok," i said. "all the grapes are still there."
kento once had the perfect girl, but he lost her due to rash decisions. they had a huge final fight on a small playground that was empty one night about 130 am, after he picked her up drunk from some friends house , because she hadn't returned his calls all night. all their mutual friends watched from the porch as he half dragged her unwillingly to the car, to uncomfortable and friendly with him to tell him to stop. after arriving at the park kento sits on the slide and she paces a few meters away with a cigarette.
he asks her why she doesn't love him anymore and she just stops and stares .
"do you want me to take you home?"
she stops and stares again.
she has no idea what she wants . not now . its too early in her life to figure anything out. if only he had met her 5 years down the road. she doesn't love him. but maybe she loves him.
kento grabs his keys and shes in front of her house and out of his car before she has time to tell him any of this.
they never talk again.
He clicked new thread last night pre-thought
Zero hour nine a.m.
And he's gonna post.. like poo poo by then
He misses the earth so much he lacks a life
It's lonely out in his basement
On such a timeless night
And I think it's gonna be a long long time
Till I read a Kento post I like
I'm not the man they think I am at home
Oh no no no I'm a 'yob guy
BYOB man hurfing out his fuse up here alone
Mars is the kind of place to raise Kento's kids
In fact it's cold as hell
And there's no one there to read their posts there
And all this science I don't understand
It's just my job five days a week
A BYOB man, a BYOB man
And I think it's gonna be a long long time...
kentos grin never fades as he runs back to papas house
kento got a valentine from gretchen , the swedish exhange student in 4'th grade and he walked over to her table and asked her what "i think you are cute" meant in swedish cuz he only spoke american.
"people... who need people... are the luckiest people in the world..."
that's what the jagoff was singing while i nursed my triple bourbon (rail) in Bethlehem, Pennsylvania. there on business. looking into buying an old refinery, turn it into lofts. no way in hell i would move here; you can't get booze on sundays. fuck that shit.
when the fuck was it that this became my life: a procession of bars in perpetual twilight so you don't notice the stained acoustic tile ceiling, the tear in the ultravinyl booth, the syringes taped to the bottoms of the tables.... one finger up, that's all it takes. this bartender is good. here we all speak the sign language.
there's a kid down at the other end of the bar, japanese, asian, some slant, bouncing up and down and twirling in his chair. he looks like a marionette caught in a ceiling fan. there's, like, THREE bottles of ginger ale in front of him. i crook the finger and the bartender glides over like he's on rails.
"who's that?" i didn't even need to point.
"beats the shit out of me. ken, bento, bobo, i don't remember. he's been here for hours. he tips for all the ginger ale, tips like two bucks each one but he's been there for HOURS and he's giving me the creeps." i look over and the kid has this dumb smile on his face. i look at myself in the bar mirror. framed by a pennant that says "Bethlehem Steelers '75" and a dust-opaque bottle of galliano, i. look. like.shit.
i look at the kid, smiling, singing inaudibly with the lounge singer and down at my hands, and that was my evening.
in the olden days i can see kento being a squire to a master knight. racing from the basement of his father the potters house , to the royal stables, stumbling down the dirt road, to get there early to refit his master's favorite horses shoes. after refitting, he stands there proudly as master enters the stables and admires kentos handiwork. he flips him a copperpiece and tells kento to run along now, theres man work to be done, no room for boys.
Complained Bitterly
"I'm greater than any of thee."
Kento is no more.
guinea pig huches
kento throws all the punches
was too young to go
I post on the net
people don't appreciate
kento is gone now
guinea pigs are great
rather be building hutches
kento hates us all
toy walrus in room
black hair man all alone now
kento come back not
misunderstood man
underappreciated
kento sodoku
(this story is based on this picture of kento's walrus collectoin)
9/11 shocked kento so much he had to do something. he had to distract himself from reality. He chose walrus collecting. 19 days in he had amassed enough walruses to bury himself and his despair, but it wasn't enough.
larry david... meets kento irl and just cant handle the warlus collection. and then he offends some famous actor friend of his
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