Trixie in Boyland: Noise
Yeah, boyland. Noise. Big noisy machines with teeth and blades and
toxic fumes. Loud atonal music (banjos, singing when drunk, cheap tapedecks
turned up way past distortion). Genital-related swearing.
Pisser, dickhead, balls, nuts, cohones. Etc. Maniacal idiotic laughter.
Dirt. Visiting boyland means
never having to wash your hands, or change your socks.
Wallowing in dirty sheets, farting at will,
smelling like a wet dog (see above for the treatise on dirt).
It means never having to use your
manners...glorious rudeness. Burping without apology or blush, grunting
instead of social intercourse,
coming late to dinner, forgetting to call people or send thank you notes
or attend boring events. Boyland
is cool. You can smoke cigars there, and sip scotch until you can
get it down without shuddering.
Boyland is full of greasy sharp metal, big bald tires, sweat.
Chain link, razor wire, miles of post-and-rail
fence. Trucks that beep in reverse, sure enough a boyland invention,
like locomotives, plumbing parts,
electrical connections. Who would've thought you could stick
lightening in a wire? Boys o'course.