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if this were anyone else, i would feel nothing but abject pity...as it stands, i feel a sort of horrified fascination at what must have happened during his stay in the nuthouse...he looks and is acting like they gave him shaken baby syndrome or something
If you're talking about Bareable Thomas, that's @DSP's Tax Lawyer's channel. It's a good source for Tom backups and the occasional meme video, he's been on top of it consistently.
*edit: just saw your other post. That's one of his many crazy posts on Anothermessageboard.com. I post there as well under the handle Nasty Faggot Apple. Highly recommend lurking to get a feel for the culture if you make an account, as everyone is internet fossils over there.
If you're talking about Bareable Thomas, that's @DSP's Tax Lawyer's channel. It's a good source for Tom backups and the occasional meme video, he's been on top of it consistently.
*edit: just saw your other post. That's one of his many crazy posts on Anothermessageboard.com. I post there as well under the handle Nasty Faggot Apple. Highly recommend lurking to get a feel for the culture if you make an account, as everyone is internet fossils over there.
i have an account over there too, everyone has been so nice and entertaining in the year or so ive been there
and yes. that channel is absolute gold, i love it!
Ok thanks, yes it's this video from that great Bearable Thomas channel... from around 7:25 he just sits and types (with his giant disgusting wrinkled liver-spotted man hands) and makes scary/memeable facial expressions.
He goes to shut off the music so he doesn't get a copyright strike. Can't figure out how to shut it off. Forgets he's streaming and just chicken pecks his keyboard while making faces. Last half hour he's not even there.
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if this were anyone else, i would feel nothing but abject pity...as it stands, i feel a sort of horrified fascination at what must have happened during his stay in the nuthouse...he looks and is acting like they gave him shaken baby syndrome or something
I didn't think it was possible for Tom to look WORSE than he did before he was arrested, but somehow the fucker pulled it off. This is actually horrifying to look it. It's like there's a leech or something on the back of his head sucking out what little life he had left.
Tedious waffling inconsequential small-talk I reckon, harmless and very fucking tiresome to an overworked staff. Tommie's equivalent of playing dead, he plays no threat to self or others.
Tommie is like a talent-free mashup of Allen Ginsberg (beatnik, gay extraordinaire, and fellow Jew also preoccupied with family, no less), King Lear, and Poe, the afterparty. (Links are to specific works that inspired the comment, for any lit nerds - "Howl," the storm scene, and "The Bells," respectively.)
He aims to have that rapid-fire beatnik rhythm (and occasionally approximates it) and hep cat lingo only slightly modernized for 21st century internet dis-wars, but it turns to paranoid gnashing of teeth, clutching of head, rending of garments, murdering of fish, etc.
Not even going to try to excerpt "Howl," but 15 seconds reading and you'll recognize the rhythm/lingo.
From Lear, the rage of an old, addled man incapable of recognizing his own role in his unhappiness and perceived victimhood, and losing grip on reality:
Rumble thy bellyful! Spit, fire! spout, rain!
Nor rain, wind, thunder, fire, are my daughters:
I tax not you, you elements, with unkindness;
I never gave you kingdom, call'd you children,
You owe me no subscription: then let fall
Your horrible pleasure: here I stand, your slave,
A poor, infirm, weak, and despised old man:
But yet I call you servile ministers,
That have with two pernicious daughters join'd
Your high engender'd battles 'gainst a head
So old and white as this. O! O! 'tis foul!
Excerpt from the Poe link, in its final section, where the tension and mania has reached fever-pitch and greatest despair, which Tommie's ravings, and of course overall mien, remind me of:
They are neither man nor woman—
They are neither brute nor human—
They are Ghouls:
And their king it is who tolls;
And he rolls, rolls, rolls,
Rolls
A pæan from the bells!
And his merry bosom swells
With the pæan of the bells!
And he dances, and he yells;
Keeping time, time, time,
In a sort of Runic rhyme,
To the pæan of the bells—
Of the bells:
Keeping time, time, time,
In a sort of Runic rhyme,
To the throbbing of the bells—
Of the bells, bells, bells—
To the sobbing of the bells;
Keeping time, time, time,
As he knells, knells, knells,
In a happy Runic rhyme,
To the rolling of the bells—
Of the bells, bells, bells—
To the tolling of the bells,
Of the bells, bells, bells, bells—
Bells, bells, bells—
To the moaning and the groaning of the bells."
And since he mentioned Kaddish, an excerpt from Ginsberg's (not from the link above), which was written of his mother, who was mad...some of the descriptions of her & way of frenetically relating a story also ring of Tommie:
" ‘The Bitch! Old Grandma! Last week I saw her, dressed in pants like an old man, with a sack on her back, climbing up the brick side of the apartment
‘On the fire escape, with poison germs, to throw on me—at night—maybe Louis is helping her—he’s under her power—
‘I’m your mother, take me to Lakewood’ (near where Graf Zeppelin had crashed before, all Hitler in Explosion) ‘where I can hide.’
We got there—Dr. Whatzis rest home—she hid behind a closet—demanded a blood transfusion.
We were kicked out—tramping with Valise to unknown shady lawn houses—dusk, pine trees after dark—long dead street filled with crickets and poison ivy—
[...]
Protests from the bathroom—Said you were sane—dressing in a cotton robe, your shoes, then new, your purse and newspaper clippingsno—your honesty—
as you vainly made your lips more real with lipstick, looking in the mirror to see if the Insanity was Me or a earful of police.
[...]
Asylum spreads out giant wings above the path to a minute black hole—the door—entrance thru crotch—
I went in—smelt funny—the halls again—up elevator—to a glass door on a Women’s Ward—to Naomi—Two nurses buxom white—They led her out, Naomi stared—and I gaspt—She’d had a stroke—
Too thin, shrunk on her bones—age come to Naomi—now broken into white hair—loose dress on her skeleton—face sunk, old! withered—cheek of crone—
One hand stiff—heaviness of forties & menopause reduced by one heart stroke, lame now—wrinkles—a scar on her head, the lobotomy—ruin, the hand dipping downwards to death—
[...]
Tortured and beaten in the skull—What mad hallucinations of the damned that drive me out of my own skull to seek Eternity till I find Peace for Thee, O Poetry—and for all humankind call on the Origin
Death which is the mother of the universe!—
[...]
Hymmnn
In the world which He has created according to his will Blessed Praised
Magnified Lauded Exalted the Name of the Holy One Blessed is He!
In the house in Newark Blessed is He! In the madhouse Blessed is He! In the house of Death Blessed is He!
Blessed be He in homosexuality! Blessed be He in Paranoia! Blessed be He in the city! Blessed be He in the Book!"
And he looks 90 years old. Really. I don't know if he's long for this world.
Ok thanks, yes it's this video from that great Bearable Thomas channel... from around 7:25 he just sits and types (with his giant disgusting wrinkled liver-spotted man hands) and makes scary/memeable facial expressions.
