Geek City Apocalypso. [Chapter 2]
“The world,” Pete said lighting a cigarette, then shaking his head, “is overpopulation my friend. Is very bad.” I was sitting in FRED’S HAMBURGERS up on Broadway. The place was Continue reading
Geek City Apocalypso. [Chapter 1]
The boy was fucking a box of fish sticks. He couldn’t have been more than seven or eight years old. His parents were standing next to him in the frozen Continue reading
Geek City Apocalypso. [Introduction]
for everybody who bet the back line… We were at some breakfast joint on Hollywood boulevard. Everybody was smoking cigarettes. They all had tattoos, piercings, they all looked the same. Continue reading
The Winos Have Pissed the 46th Avenue Trees to death.
by Joe Pachinko People are crazy. They will do anything at any time, and God help you if you look for reasons. -Kurt Vonnegut 3: Life & Love Among the Continue reading
The Boneyard.
by Joe Pachinko Borgnine and McGurgle were going through boxes of old seeds in the McJunkin Corporation warehouse and they were freezing. Their breath rose around their heads like smoke. Continue reading
I am Disinterested Yellow.
by Joe Pachinko Dreamclouds swimming across a forgotten sky…late afternoon throws a shadow down a cobblestone alley in the old quarter of the city…a skeleton jumps out…a predator drone flies Continue reading
Up the Ass of the Drug War…..
“Don’t you drink? I notice you speak slightingly of the bottle. I have drunk since I was fifteen and few things have given me more pleasure.” – Ernest Hemingway The Continue reading
The Squidgy Butt Parade.
by Joe Pachinko “So why do you take drugs?” “Oh man! Ain’t nothin’ feels better than that. In my life, around here ain’t nothin’ gonna make you FEEL like that. Continue reading
There is no economy.
by Joe Pachinko There may be love, but there IS no “Economy”. Relax America. Go back to sleep. Your leaders are in control. You’re free to do as we tell Continue reading
8 Days in the Corporate Yard.
di Joe Pachinko “What you in for man?” the Mexican kid asked me. He looked about 17 years old. “DUI, weed.” “They caught me with a fuckin’ BOMB ese’,” he Continue reading
Jitney cross the shit river.
by Joe Pachinko “Magandang umaga motherfucker.” “Thanks. Who farted?” “McSweeney, sir.” “Fuck you.” McSweeney said. There was a burst of machine gun fire in the jungle to the east. There Continue reading
Todd Moore: graced with guts, gutted with grace…
It was at some coffee shop in Albuquerque. Seven or eight poets had read, all of them dressed in vaguely Navajo-looking clothing, or natural fiber pastels which matched the decor. Continue reading
America, the Death Turd.
by Joe Pachinko Occident, n. The part of the world lying west (or east) of the Orient. It is largely inhabited by Christians, a powerful subtribe of the Hypocrites, whose Continue reading
‘Kjwalll’kje’k'koothailll’kje’k.
by Joe Pachinko The Curve of Intelligence in Roger Zelaznys’ “My Name Is Legion”. The legendary bassist/composer Charles Mingus said that the title of a composition was the most important Continue reading
True Inexplicable Unsolved Mysteries of the Unexplained…
by Joe Pachinko The comedian wasn’t funny. He’d say something stupid and the audience would explode in roaring howling laughter. “They must be on crack,” Garguzzo said out loud and Continue reading
The McJunkin Corporation.
by Joe Pachinko Blatz sat in his high backed chair in his corner office and farted. He tried to fart again with no success. He admired his desk. It was Continue reading
Armageddon Street.
by Joe Pachinko Garbuglia limped down what was left of the rubble filled street. Much of the ruins were still in flames or smoldering and the air was full of Continue reading
Heretic.
by Joe Pachinko “The custodians of the true faith cannot logically acknowledge tolerance of heresy to be a virtue.” – Robert Heinlein Renzo the Dwarf came dancing by, dressed in Continue reading
A dance between midnights.
by Joe Pachinko Habibs’ Middle East & West Deli was a greasy little hole in the wall south of Market on Folsom St. It was the last stop on my Continue reading
The Doomfuckers #3.
by Joe Pachinko “Our Predator Drones carry out the policies of righteousness and goodness,” some politician on the T.V. news said. We were eating dinner at the Boscarellis’, they kept Continue reading
The night I fucked the bearded lady.
by Joe Pachinko I yelled down the bar for another beer and when I turned back there was a tit in my hand. “That’s a tit,” I said. “Mmm, that’s Continue reading
The Scorned Genius of William Kotzwinkle or, Why the Human Race is Sucking Satan’s Cock.
by Joe Pachinko If you become famous in the U.S., I mean really famous, they’ll put your name on the Hollywood Boulevard sidewalk and people will walk on it. For Continue reading
Geek City Apocalypso, the new book of Joe Pachinko.
This is not a book review. How could I make it? I’m one of the author’s friends and it could be read as a conflict of interests. I’m not Obama Continue reading
Alton Greenberry was here 1992.
by Joe Pachinko Smokestacks. I’d sit in the car during the lunch half-hour and look at the smokestacks on the roof of the factory. Watching the smoke pour out and Continue reading
WU MING: The Writer Who Never Was….
by Joe Pachinko “YOU poked ME on Facebook first! Let’s just get that straight. I didn’t poke you, YOU poked ME!” the e-mail read, “I seriously cannot beLIEVE you actually Continue reading
If you are not guilty, you have nothing to worry about.
by Joe Pachinko “Criminal means, once tolerated, are soon preferred.” – Edmund Burke They had brought bread and water twice, Jesse must have been there two days. The cell was Continue reading
Send in the drones.
by Joe Pachinko Lazlo got to the tree line just as the first Hellfire Missile exploded. There was a gargantuan cracking of trees and a fire cloud shot through the Continue reading
If something is true, you don’t have to believe in it.
By Joe Pachinko “And God said that the skin would be FLAYED from the sinners faces,” the preachers’ voice barked out of the car radio, “And right here, in Deuteronomy Continue reading
The Beef Peach.
by Joe Pachinko Copyright © 2010 Joe Pachinko 250 Stephens Lane Ben Lomond, CA 95005 The ants crawled in and out of the rotten hamburger. The alley was full of Continue reading
Up under the Grand Tetons…
di Joe Pachinko “What is it?” “Polyps. No, looks like Peyronie’s Disease, or appendicitis, or maybe zygomycosis, or…” “Come on!” “How the fuck should I know? Something’s broken.” “Duh.” I Continue reading
Kindred Dick.
by Joe Pachinko Much has been written about the writer Philip Kindred Dick. How he kept a jar of amphetamines on his writing desk, how he was so poor he Continue reading
Tofurkey.
by Joe Pachinko by Joe Pachinko Tofurkey: (n. Def.) Artificial turkey meat made from tofu. Sometimes made in the shape of a real turkey. “Hey Joe!” my friend tells me. Continue reading
My utopian cesspool and welcome to it.
by Joe Pachinko The yard was flooded with shit, and it was all mine. The smell was stunning. I live in a remodeled goat barn up in the Santa Cruz Continue reading
The Law.
by Joe Pachinko “The law, in its’ majestic equality, forbids the rich as well as the poor to sleep under bridges, to beg in the streets, to steal bread, and Continue reading
*?&*^%*@$#*!
by Joe Pachinko As I sit here writing, in America, what I am doing becomes more and more illegal. Nobody has ever liked it much. The writing. As years pass Continue reading
Fucking off Euro?
Is the financial system crisis a sort of armageddon of our world? We cannot really say it (up to now) but we can say, for sure, this crisis will be Continue reading
I Got an Asshole Transplant and It Rejected Me.
by Joe Pachinko [This short story has been censored all over the web, excepting digg.com, for its contents. I'm publishing it to accomplish what I'm concerned about: freedom of speech.] Continue reading
Do you need a tongue scraper?
The entire culture is bankrupt, the system doesn’t work and it is INSIDE us. Human nature has to evolve. The technology is evolving like crazy but our species is the Continue reading
Spooging into the void.
by Joe Pachinko “How many did you take?” Fetus fingers. Cornwallis looked down at his hands and they looked like fetus fingers. Stumps, some of them and each hand had Continue reading
Beyond the concrete horizon.
by Joe Pachinko I was born on Auto Row. It’s a long street that’s called Broadway on the Oakland side and College Avenue on the Berkeley side. It runs in Continue reading
Behind the turd curtain again.
“The real war is a psychic one. The real war is on conciousness.” – Michael Tsarion - I am told we can see dead stars. The speed of light makes Continue reading
Barfing to Calabria.
by Joe Pachinko Everything in Trieste was gray, and cold , and closed. I couldn’t get anywhere with anybody. I had been told that Italians didn’t eat until nine o’clock Continue reading
Behind the turd curtain.
by Joe Pachinko Nine out of ten people stuck in a room with a painting they’ve never seen before will be unable to decide whether they like it or not. Continue reading
Notes from the Goat Barn.
[Un racconto in forma di invettiva, ricordando il suo viaggio in Italia dell'anno scorso tra Bergamo, Milano, Trieste, Napoli e Palermo, le enormi differenza fra l'Europa di alcuni decenni fa Continue reading
