Repost from the old site.
There has been some weird stuff going on around here.
The Gumby on the Wall has started writhing these days when I’m totally wasted on high-powered drugs and booze, and I swear to God he says, “Forgive Bob! For he knows not what he did!” That refers to my nailing him to the wall for laughing at me all the time.
Now that’s he’s nailed up, at least he can’t laugh at me anymore. Every time I saw the damn clay man, he had that stupid smile on his face and he was laughing at me. Laughing at my useless, worthless, pitiful joke of a life. That’s why the green guy got nailed up the other day. I woke up, there was a wine bottle on the floor and the Gumby was nailed to the wall, and that’s all I remember.
Also, the Pokeys are starting to revolt again. There are Pokeys all over this whole damn apartment, but I want even more. I know it doesn’t add up. The Pokeys are the weight of 50 years talking, 50 hard years pretending to be a man when the truth was I was always just a boy, my life reeling on fast rewind back to a new and better childhood than before.
The Pokeys were rearing up their hind legs and neighing. The Pokeys are forming a religion that worships Gumby. Gumby came to Earth, was God’s little clayman, he was Love Manifest, and he died for all our sins and fuckups. He died for us! For you and me and Pokey too!
All we gotta do is accept Gumby the clayboy as our savior and it’s all cool in the end. Well, I don’t know about you, but I ain’t accepting no fucking clayboy as my personal savior!
So the clay horses rebelling again, what else is new? Soon they will get the plastic Batmen, the Robins and the plastic cows on their side, and then all Hell may break loose again. What can I do? I already crucified Gumby once, and it seems like it didn’t even kill the little fucker. How do you kill a clayboy anyway? Heck, it’s not even alive in the first place!
And I’m the High Priest of this damned apartment, but I will not stand for any rebellion.
I have told people about the Gumby and Pokey stuff and they said that I should seek psychiatric help over this, as it sounds like a delusion. They also they say I am experiencing hallucinations.
I deny it is a delusion, and I deny these are hallucinations, but I do try to keep quiet about it now.
This thing, this baby Hippo thing, this 21 year old Hispanic Norteno wangster with gang attire and colors, this marijuana addict with nothing going on, no work, no school, no responsibilities, no nothing, tried to come in the other day and I think it attempted to assault me as it came in the door. It is one of the regular denizens around here and I know it well.
Maybe it was just shoving me out of the way (this is how it says hello sometimes) but I was not taking any chances. I grabbed it, threw it against the wall, and tried to grab a knife off the wall to threaten it. I had to be pulled off by two strong adults.
I deny that this is a manifestation of mental illness of any kind. I was just defending myself, and you would have too.
