rules. there are so many rules. rules to follow. rules to obey. rules to abide by. rules to break. rules. rules. rules. where do these rules come from? who made up the rules? are the rules still relevant? who decided they were god (fake or real…fake) and made up the rules for all of us to follow. too many “don’ts” and not enough “do’s”. don’t drink. don’t swear. don’t fuck. don’t disobey. don’t interrupt. don’t be angry. don’t yell. don’t have rage. don’t question. don’t drive…until you’re sixteen. don’t fight. don’t skip school. don’t talk back to your parents. don’t challenge authority. who decided the authority figures? murderers. fraudsters. sociopaths running the country while real artists struggle in the gutter getting shitty jobs to make ends meet. forced to watch CBC and other useless shows while great shows and great films go unnoticed. rules meant for old white rich useless assholes to gain control or rather maintain control over the frustrated poor souls. souls that are alive. souls that have things to say but are shut down constantly. sweating. hot. irritated. another day closer to death. Kanye and his shitty ego can go fuck himself. “YOU ARE AN ARROGANT AND USELESS ASSHOLE WHO MARRIED ANOTHER ARROGANT AND USELESS ASSHOLE!!!”
rules. rules. rules. taxes. parking tickets. phone bills. internet bills. union dues. hydro bills. bills. bills. bills. rules. rules. rules. DO NOT CHALLENGE THE SYSTEM. WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE??? YOU CAN’T CHANGE THE SYSTEM. peasants falling prey to the game of life which is actually the game of death. disobey the rules. the only rules to obey are the ones which are put in place to stop us animals from hurting other animals. mammals. FIGHT. FIGHT. FIGHT. HAVE RAGE. HAVE ANGER. DON’T SIT BACK. FUCK THEM AND FIGHT THEM. BE A PAIN IN THEIR MOTHERFUCKING ASS!!! don’t let other irrelevant rule followers drag you down.
love your family. love your friends. love your good acquaintances. love. love. love. but also fuck. fuck. fuck. have fun. exercise. get in great fucking discussions and DO NOT be afraid to swear when getting across your point. also DO NOT be afraid of what the rule followers will think of you and your fire. your conviction. they are all irrelevant sheep. afraid of life. waiting for a pretend heaven to finally live. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.
The joke is on them.
RAGE IS GOOD.
ANGER IS GOOD.
PASSION IS GOOD.
UNIQUE IS GOOD.
THINKING IS GOOD.
FEELING IS GREAT.
a big mind but a cluttered mind.
Jack Tait has just completed another day of his life. a day of useless errands. useless food. useless people giving him useless advice. his mind hanging on by the skinniest of threads. a big mind but a cluttered mind. cluttered thoughts in a cluttered world. a world where “sex is evil” but shooting and killing people is deemed as necessary. McDonald’s making billions while Joe Burger is closing down. A world where we have sunk to new lows. a world where average is applauded and unique is frowned upon. frowned upon not only by good for nothing authoritarian figures but by mainstream bores as well. a world where we don’t talk about sex but let six year old girls go to dance competitions wearing bikini’s and plastered on make up. a sick world filled with sick minds or dull minds which is just as bad as having a sick mind. 365 days a year. government pests and dictators. another mission in Iraq??? what the fuck for??? HARPER IS A SICK MAN!!!
Jack Tait pulled out a book and began to read. Bukowski always helping Jack get through the dog days of winter. barking. shitting. drinking. puking. Jack jumped up and down on the bed screaming at the white walls. “HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEELP ME!!!! HELP MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!! STOP LYING AND START FEELING!!! FUCK ANYONE AND EVERYONE WHO DOES NOT FEEL. YOU ARE A MAGGOT TO ME!!!”
Jack Tait jumped off the bed and turned off all of the lights. he had one. he looked up at the sky and saw many stars. bright bright stars. head still pounding. back sore. neck sore. head sore. “how will I eventually die?” Jack asked himself. Not really wanting an answer.
Jack wondered where his Mom was. he wondered how she felt. he then tried to fall asleep but he couldn’t. too many thoughts. too many dreams. not enough time. a slow death. his life was at least exciting even though he could not escape death. most lived a slow death. a slow and boring life becoming a slow and boring death. dull. complacent. judgemental fucks filled with sheepish thoughts and sheepish lives. a world of sheep fucking other dull sheep.
Jack Tait thought of all the bratty kids which was caused by useless parents that had the kids because they had nothing else going on in their mundane and sheepish lives. lights out at 8pm. hockey rinks and soccer fields. movie theatres and Walmart. McDonald’s and Kentucky Fried Chicken. Burger King and Target. The Bay. Sears. Montana’s. Kelsey’s. Tim Horton’s. The Toronto Maple Leafs. The Toronto Blue Jays. Jack Tait could not escape the shit. the brats. the bores. the dumb. the privileged. the more he tried the more he saw. there was no escape. tick tock. tick tock. good music helping. music filled with fire and anger. not ice and roses.
“FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK”.
Jack Tait grabbed his Louisville Slugger and walked out of his shiity rundown farmhouse in the middle of nowhere. he was a man on a mission. he jumped on his blue tricycle and rode down the long lonely driveway. he turned right and headed towards Parliament Hill. his face filled with anger. filled with excitement. he pedalled and pedalled. he saw a blue Heron fly by and stopped to observe the beauty. beautiful bird. beautiful sky. “BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG” Jack fell down to the ground in a hail of bullets. sixteen RCMP officers with their guns pulled and their balls scraping the ground. blood filling the dirty ground. quietness. life over for Jack Tait. just like that it was over. many years of fun. many years of grief. many years of struggle. many years of love and many years of lost love and lost youth. LIFE WAS FINALLY OVER. the cops looked around and saw no one. they grabbed a shovel and buried Jack on the side of the dirt road. alone. dead. cold. life. death.
avoid useless boring people.
I FUCKING HATE SOCIETY. I HATE FACEBOOK. I HATE POMPOUS BRITISH CUNTS. I HATE POMPOUS BRITISH GEEKS. I HATE USELESS RULES AND USELESS TEACHERS. I HATE THE GOVERNMENT. I HATE OLD BOSSES AND OLD PRIESTS. I HATE OLD GREEK MEN WHO MOLESTED ME AND I HATE OLD RICH WHITE MEN WHO OFFER NOTHING BUT RICHES AND BAD JOKES. I HATE BAD MUSIC. I HATE BAD MOVIES. I HATE BAD FOOD AND I HATE BAD BEER. I HATE MOST THINGS IN THIS FUCKING RIDICULOUSLY PHONY WORLD WHERE RICH STAY RICH ALL AT THE EXPENSE OF THE POOR. A WORLD WHERE RICH PEOPLE (GOVERNMENTS INCLUDED) PREY ON THE WEAK. PREY ON THE MEEK. A WORLD WHERE THE “HOPE” IS OFFERED UP BET NEVER ACHIEVED BECAUSE THERE IS NO FUCKING HOPE. IT IS A FUCKING JOKE. IRRELEVANT FUCKING PEOPLE WITH NOTHING TO OFFER ARE TRAVELLING THE WORLD WHILE THE REST ARE STRUGGLING TO TRAVEL TO THE CAMPGROUNDS IN ALGONQUIN. I FUCKING HATE EVERYTHING OR ALMOST EVERYTHING ABOUT THIS FUCKING SHITTY WORLD BUT THEN I RE-CONNECT WITH A LONG LOST FRIEND OF MINE FROM GRADE SCHOOL AND I AM REMINDED, ONCE AGAIN, THAT THERE ARE GOOD PEOPLE IN THIS WORLD. MANY GOOD PEOPLE WITH GOOD HEARTS AND GOOD MINDS. PEOPLE WHO I WANT TO BE WITH. PEOPLE I WANT TO TALK WITH. PEOPLE I WANT TO HANG OUT WITH AND EXCHANGE LIFE STORIES AND LISTEN TO THEIR TROUBLES AND THEN I WOULD SHARE MY TROUBLES AND MY THOUGHTS ON LIFE AND TOGETHER MAYBE WE COULD FIGHT THE FUCKING SYSTEM OF DULLNESS AND RICH FUCKING MAGGOTS WHO FEEL THEY ARE IMPORTANT!!!
LIFE IS GREAT WHEN YOU FOCUS ON THE GREAT. YOUR WIFE. YOUR KIDS. YOUR GREAT FRIENDS. GREAT ACQUAINTANCES WITH INTERESTING LIVES AND INTERESTING THOUGHTS. FIGHT THE POWERS THAT BE AND DO NOT GIVE IN TO THE FUCKING SHITTY PEOPLE THAT RUN (RUIN) THIS BEAUTIFUL WORLD. DON’T GIVE IN AND DON’T GIVE UP. HAVE FUN AND LOVE.
avoid useless boring people. avoid authority figures. they are always PUPPETS. ALWAYS. FUCK THEM AND LIVE. the years are going by too quickly but every day is a new day. AVOID THE DULL AND EMBRACE THE UNIQUE. do not let THEM suffocate you.
Jack Tait woke up. dream?
buried underground to rot all alone.
Jack Tait sat alone on a swing outside of his first school. St. Bonaventure. An old school filled with memories. some good. some bad. the bad ones always remaining while the good ones fly away into the cold winter’s night the way his Dad once flew away into the cold winter’s night. Nights becoming days and days becoming weeks and weeks becoming months and months becoming years and years becoming decades and on and on it went. Life moving too quickly for life itself. Jack Tait at one point did not care but as he approaches his seventies he thinks about life and thinks about death more often. a man once filled with Catholic lies and excitement for heaven is now filled with fear of leaving a place he loves even at it’s worst.
Jack Tait swung up on the swing and then swung back. he swung up on the swing and then he swung back. going higher and higher with every kick. he looked around and saw no one. not one soul. he decided to jump off the swing so with one last big kick he did just that. he sailed high into the air and landed on the empty field with worn out grass. another successful landing. Jack Tait was once a great athlete. now he’s old and weathered. his body beaten up or beaten down depending on who you get your info from.
Jack Tait decided to descend on the school where it all began. He walked nakedly and tiredly to the front doors of the school. He looked up at the small green wooden doors which were once huge heavy green doors. They were beaten up or beaten down. worn out. left to rot the way many people are left to rot. everyone looking out for themselves but pretending to care and posting phony love sayings on facebook and getting all of their phony friends and phony relatives to hit the “like” button.
Jack Tait is real in a phony world.
He entered the front doors and walked down the long empty old run down hallway. he wanted to see his first teacher, Mrs. Scope. Jack remembers how beautiful she was with her long brown hair and beautiful smile. She was pleasant and nice and never yelled at him once. Jack looked in a few of the empty classrooms and then a few of the full classrooms. no one noticing him but him not noticing Mrs. Scope. Finally an elderly lady with white hair stopped Jack.
“Can I help you sir?” asked the elderly lady.
“Hi, I am looking for Mrs. Scope.” answered Jack.
“May I ask who you are?”
“My name is Jack Tait and I was once a student of hers.”
“How long ago Jack?”
“Sixty years ago…oh…sixty years…ago. I guess she’s retired.”
“She retired many years ago Jack. She became quite ill with a very rare form of cancer. When she retired she weighed eighty pounds and couldn’t speak any longer. She died shortly after that.”
Jack stood there naked and stunned.
“It was very sad Jack. But at least the Lord is taking care of her now. The Lord giveth and the Lord taketh away.”
“YEAH WELL WHY DOES THE LORD TAKETH AWAY ALL THE GOOD PEOPLE AND LEAVE THE ASSHOLES ON EARTH???”
“The Lord wants the good ones up in heaven with him. They have done their job on earth.”
“WHY DO LITTLE BOYS AND GIRLS GET RAPED AND WHY IS THERE SO MUCH TORTURE AND BLOODSHED IN THIS WORLD AND WHY DO LITTLE GIRLS GO MISSING AND ARE NEVER FOUND AND WHY ARE LITTLE BOYS AND GIRLS BULLIED AND WHY IS THERE SO MUCH STARVATION AND WHY DID MY DAD DIE TOO???????”
“The Lord can only do so much Jack. There will always be evil in this world. Satan is a big part of this.”
Jack started running and screaming. his one lonely ball dangling in the cold wind.
“HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEELP!!!!!!!!!!! ANYONE OUT THERE PLEASE HELP ME. I AM SURROUNDED BY LIARS AND PHONIES. CHEATS AND USELESS MAGGOTS. I AM LIVING IN A WORLD WHERE THE AVERAGE IS APPLAUDED AND THE UNIQUE IS STOMPED ON OR STAMPED OUT. JESUS FOLLOWERS AND KORAN READERS. PLAYBOY BOOKS STUFFED INTO THE SHITTY WASHROOM TOILETS AND THE SHITTY LIBRARIES FILLED WITH OLD RICH USELESS BORING WRITERS FROM THE 18th CENTURY WHERE THE BULLSHIT FLUNG EVEN HIGHER. HELP. HELP. HELP. 12 STEP PROGRAMS AND 12 STEPS TO LEAD A MORE FULFILLING LIFE COMBINED WITH SUNDAY CHURCH VISITS AND RANDOM SEXUAL ABUSES HAVE PUT ME INTO A STATE OF SHOCK AND A STATE OF ANGER. I HAVE LISTENED TO THE BULLSHIT FOR ALMOST SEVENTY YEARS. fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck. I am fucked.”
Jack Tait closed his eyes and hoped for a better life and a younger life but opened his eyes to wrinkles. sagging skin. churches. banks. bad shoe stores. bad coffee shops. bad grocery stores and bad beer.
he decided to close his eyes again and hope once more for a better life.
Jack Tait realizes he is fucked either way. life will end and he will be buried underground to rot all alone. and in four weeks he will be forgotten.
love you till i’m dead.
Jack Tait woke up after a great sleep. a short sleep but a sleep filled with beautiful dreams and peaceful thoughts.
he put on a pot of coffee and turned on the stereo. “Misguided Angel” by The Cowboy Junkies playing on repeat. beautiful song sung by a beautiful girl. love filling poor Jack Tait’s empty farmhouse in the middle of nowhere.
He drank two cups of coffee and splashed water on his face. he then brushed his teeth and put some clothes on his naked body. he packed up a bag filled with cross country ski’s and cross country poles and exited his farmhouse.
there was too much snow on the ground so Jack Tait decided to walk to the ski trails. he huffed and he puffed but there was no house in sight to blow down. one hour later Jack Tait arrived at the ski trails. beautiful sunny day. beautiful white snow. beautiful life in a beautiful world. Jack Tait began to put on his ski’s when an SUV approached. the truck stopped and out walked an older woman. pretty smile. pretty grey hair under a pretty blue hat. real in a phony world.
“how are you?” Jack asked the woman.
“I’m great. a beautiful day to ski.” the pretty older woman replied.
“for sure. are you going to do the red trails (advanced trails)?” Jack continued.
“no not today. I haven’t been on the red trails since I broke my back a year ago.”
“Wow!!! how did you break your back?”
“I got in a very bad car accident last winter during an extreme whiteout. the car in front of me was at a complete stop and I ran right into him.”
“WOW!!! I guess you’ve been doing lots of physio (Jack’s not dumb)?”
“A year’s worth so far and I have to continue. My back is still sore and weak.”
“Well that’s great that you are out here. That’s amazing!!!”
“Yeah I guess I got lucky.”
“You sure did. You could have died.”
“Oh yes. It was close”
“wow…Well have a great ski. Nice…very nice talking with you.”
The woman walked ahead and Jack looked at her in awe. in amazement. in shock. in thought and in love. not love of the woman but love of life and love of stories that people have to share if you would just open up your ears and open up your heart instead of keeping your head down and working like a slave for the gold at the end of the tunnel. a tunnel that is run by old white rich folk who don’t care if they kill the environment and kill the kids. as long as they have a big house filled with tacky furniture and tacky paintings.
Jack Tait then finished putting on his ski’s and went for a two hour ski on the red trails. snow. trees. ponds. lakes. gravel pits. lots of uphills which then led to lots of downhills. Jack Tait worked up a great sweat climbing hills and racing down hills. he observed the beautiful nature and beautiful skiers in the beautiful sunlight. everyone friendly in a rather unfriendly world.
Two hours later Jack began to descend the last hill. he was soaking with sweat even though the thermometer read -10 degrees. he turned the last corner and ran into the same beautiful older woman with whom he spoke earlier. she had a huge smile on her peaceful face. no words spoken. an acknowledgement through smiles and off she went and off he went too. human connections still meaningful in a world that continues to try and snuff them out. LOVE CONQUERS ALL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Jack Tait then made his way back to the clubhouse and took off his ski’s. he packed all of his belongings in his bag and walked out of the woods and onto hwy 10. he turned right and made his way to South 88 Vietnamese Restaurant. he was hungry for Pho.
Jack Tait arrived sweaty and cold all at the same time. he walked inside and was greeted by the friendly waitress who sometimes forgets Jack’s order and is sometimes slow. Jack was in a loving mood and smiled and she smiled back and offered Jack a seat at one of the tables. five minutes later an older woman walked into the restaurant and Jack recognized her right away. it was Rita, Jack’s old psychiatrist with whom he hadn’t had contact with in ten years. Rita recognized Jack too. they smiled at each other and Rita asked if she could join Jack for lunch.
Rita sat down and they both ordered their food.
“How are you Jack?” Rita asked with love.
“I’m great. How are you?” Jack responded with love as well.
“Very good Jack. Very good.”
“How’s Arnold (Rita’s husband)?”
“He’s great. he just finished his book on the decay of our society and the link between religion and the school system.”
“wow…sounds interesting.”
“Yeah, I think you would love it Jack. we are in very scary times at the moment and everyone is so oblivious.”
“I agree Rita. we are such a society of complacency and sheep.”
“Yes we are Jack. The far right Conservatives are evil and only care about themselves and their riches. all at the expense of the environment and our kids future.”
“It’s sickening Rita. it really is. the 1% are winning the race of riches all at the expense of the rest of the 99% but they will take down our environment and our society in the process. I can’t believe that we are all allowing this. sickening.”
“Yes…Arnold’s book is all about this but Arnold writes in such a calming way that he gets across his angry points without seeming angry.”
“That’s smart Rita. I’m just angry. People tune me out because I BARK but I BARK with a point but everyone is too busy watching shitty shows and listening to shitty music to realize how fucked up our whole system is. I’m sure the Conservative government are watching me watch porn while they watch porn and fuck mistresses while watching porn and eating caviar (charged to a government expense card of course). SICK PEOPLE RITA. SICK!!!”
“I totally agree Jack. grow your own vegetables and tell children to skip school because the school system teaches young kids to “follow the leaders” and respect the rules even if they are wrong. religion and the school system are set up by the rich to keep the thinkers down Jack. remember that.”
at that point the food came and both Rita and Jack ate their food. the odd time they looked up at each other and smiled. love once again but a love of life and a love of conversation that is soon to be extinct if the rich Conservatives get their way.
Jack Tait and Rita paid their bills and left the restaurant.
They hugged each other.
“It was great seeing you Jack. Email Arnold and he will send you some articles that you would really like.”
“Great seeing you too Rita and I will for sure. Take care.”
“You too Jack.”
Rita left to her car. Jack Tait flung his bag on his back and began to walk home. a big smile on his face. sun still beaming down. cars whizzing by. honking horns and Tim Horton’s signs and Tim Horton’s line-ups.
Jack Tait began to sing to himself. Misguided Angel by The Cowboy Junkies once again.
“I said, Mama’s he crazy and he scares me. But I want him by my side. Though he’s wild and he’s bad and sometimes just plain mad. I need him to keep me satisfied. Misguided Angel love you till I’m dead.”
notanotherphony. 