Devil's Night punk rockabilly show at Gilman St.
Plan 9 is also playing the same day in Oakland with Shelby Cobra and Electric Sister for Godspeed's full bar grand opening Saturday, October 30th from noon to 6pm. blocking off the street and doin right! My SF buddies act like wimps about crossin the bridge, so all you East Bay fiends better come out and scream!
It wasn't really a good sumaritan act by my mystery benefactor to reactivate my evil ass on here. Words and boobies words and boobies! I've been writing all fucking day for a script due in my screenwriting class due tomorrow. I'll enjoy my membership when i'm done with my school projects, thanks again!
I've been led astray and betrayed, by someone I know I can no longer believe in. I am mentioning this here, because of the power of influence people have on one another.
I made a judgement on Troublebutt, and when I shared it with Dicknibbler to see how he felt about Troublebutt, Dicknibbler agreed with me. What I didn't realize, was not only was I wrong, but Dicknibbler is more guilty of the crime I misjudged Troublebutt for. Dicknibbler thought it'd be agood idea to scapegoat Troublebutt, so his nefarious behavior would go unnoticed. So I like the feeling I have now, awakened.
Some people are fuckin useless, and that's just a fact.
In other news, I wanna play music. DevilBoy666 was telling me how he used to play rockabilly on the pier or wharf or whatever you call it. They'd just be out there with an upright bass, stripped down drums, and a guitarist, and singer. I wanna do that, but Devilboy sold his bass. I find a romanticism in combing up your pomp, freshening up, and hanging out down there belting out some old gene vincent tunes. It's good time music. Anyway, if anyone wants to do this, I know the words to every song. Don't say "by who?" I know the words to every song. I feel like it's a good time to do this, because I have some of the best Elvis hair North of The Mason Dixon Line. Anyway, that's me again, day dreaming about rockabilly for fuck's sake. So if you know any down and out rockabilly cats or kittens, let 'em know TigerBlood is on the prowl for a real gone jungle gang.
I made a judgement on Troublebutt, and when I shared it with Dicknibbler to see how he felt about Troublebutt, Dicknibbler agreed with me. What I didn't realize, was not only was I wrong, but Dicknibbler is more guilty of the crime I misjudged Troublebutt for. Dicknibbler thought it'd be agood idea to scapegoat Troublebutt, so his nefarious behavior would go unnoticed. So I like the feeling I have now, awakened.
Some people are fuckin useless, and that's just a fact.
In other news, I wanna play music. DevilBoy666 was telling me how he used to play rockabilly on the pier or wharf or whatever you call it. They'd just be out there with an upright bass, stripped down drums, and a guitarist, and singer. I wanna do that, but Devilboy sold his bass. I find a romanticism in combing up your pomp, freshening up, and hanging out down there belting out some old gene vincent tunes. It's good time music. Anyway, if anyone wants to do this, I know the words to every song. Don't say "by who?" I know the words to every song. I feel like it's a good time to do this, because I have some of the best Elvis hair North of The Mason Dixon Line. Anyway, that's me again, day dreaming about rockabilly for fuck's sake. So if you know any down and out rockabilly cats or kittens, let 'em know TigerBlood is on the prowl for a real gone jungle gang.
Going to Ocean Beach. I will be identifiable by my hot girlfriend (AnnieCruz) and Elvis hair. So say hi, and don't kick sand in my face.
I'm almost mentally rejuvenated. I've never felt this way before, Im burnt out on thinking, that's the only diagnosis I have for myself. So I am not contemplating anything, or offering any consultation to anyone. Have to go, starting to think again. I plan to do some drawing at whatever park I end up at, if you see me, say hey.
I've just let everyone close to me know I am not thinking today. I'm just a preprogrammed machine on autopilot for the 24-48 hours.
My brain is tired. My eyes are bulging out of my head. The harder I think, the more it feels like my brain is going to split in two. I don't wanna think for a couple days. Tried having sex all night, that didn't work. Sex with Annie overstimulates the brain. I need a complete neurological shut down. A drug free piece of advice would be awesome. I don't have a headache, yet I dread trying to be creative right now because I feel like the hemispheres in my brain are on the verge of shredding apart. I just need a bit of time, with no concerns, and no demands...
