Showing posts with label Bukowski. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Bukowski. Show all posts

Friday, October 18, 2013

Attention America. This is Ruby the Wretched...

Ruby the Wretched, Attorney-at-Law, Evil Genius, Bloggernaut

  So, let me tell you a little story.

Not long ago, on a frisky sort of evening, I was frosting the cupcakes and thinking about cubes. I was contacted by one, Dr. (Ki)2. I have a history with this woman. I am her legal representation and am immensely valuable to her. She is also privy to some of my more nefarious transgressions...
(She signed the non-disclosure agreement so feel free to ask as many questions as you’d like; she won’t be able to answer them).
Nevertheless, I believe in the Doctor’s cause; to perpetuate the culture of strangeness that is so fertile to creativity. To promote rebelliousness in the name of true art. In our long, professional relationship, the Doctor and I have stayed awake many a night, wisely stroking our imaginary beards (mindbeards) and contemplating how we can possibly make the world we live in more beautiful and ultimately stranger. 
So when the good Dr. K asked me to join her super-force of scribes, I graciously accepted. This is quite the gesture coming from me. You see, what you must understand about me is that I am a wretched girl (Ruby the Wretched, you see?).
  
The truth is that I am vile and appalling. Depraved and despicable. I have a tendency to be MEAN.  Although it is normally my aim is to twist logic, contort the truth, trump reason, and generally mislead the masses; I am here to save you. Your lives are very dull and boring. The world has become a frightful place, and not just because I set free an army of murderous possums.* No, it is frightful because people are becoming complacent. If I am going to take over the world in one weekend, I’m going to need y’all to have some fight in you. 
{*For legal reasons I must state that I have no recollection of mentioning murderous possums. WHAT POSSUMS?*}
Just so you know that I will always keep you on the edge of your seats, I’m going to list a few of my personal inspirations. I will offer no explanations at the current time, but all will become clear (or at least righteously defended) in time: 


  • The late, great Jean-Micheal Basquiat
  • American poet, Charles Bukowski
  • Spectacular train wreck; Miley Ray Cyrus, born Destiny Hope Cyrus
  • Gonzo journalist, Hunter S. Thompson
  • Eccentric Pop Artist and Philosopher, Andy Warhol
  • America’s Sweetheart, Taylor Swift
  • Extremely Twisted Individual, Salvador Dali
  • Author and Man of Inspiring Brainfingers, Kurt Vonnegut
  • Batman
If any of this seems incongruous feel free to leave me a comment, and I will feel free to laugh diabolically at it. 
   I may be a super-villain and a criminal mastermind, but I think this is the beginning of a beautiful relationship. I am very  interesting and impressive. I have multiple degrees and PhDs from UoF (University of Falsehood), so I definitely know  what I’m talking about. You can trust me. 

Anyway, for the time being I am here to delight and appall you with my insightful wit and various levels of dangerous psychosis. You are so very fortunate my Biscuits, so very fortunate...