once again i part ways with SG. i'm on myspace if anyone gives a hoot; stop by and holla.
http://www.myspace.com/ihatebunnyrabbits
it's been real.
http://www.myspace.com/ihatebunnyrabbits
it's been real.
I am not a writer. You are not a reader. But together, with these words and your eyes and my fingeres, we become both. Master and servant, both slaves to the word. For me, I must lay them out like railroad ties, building a cohesive message out of twenty seven plus symbols (including punctuation). For you, the unbeknowst subject to my craft , there is only resolution. You must find meaning from this, find plot points and dot them together and try and figure out what type of picture I am verbally painting for you. Is it a color by number? A black velvet painting of Elvis or a tiger? God forbid, a Nagel?
This story is not actually a story, it's a jumble of letters and symbols put together by me, and remember I am not a writer. These words will make some type of structure that will have meaning to you once you see it, but remember, you are not a reader. Together we will make a sense out of this, we will find resolution. A story generally begins with an introduction of characters and a fundemental laying of plot structure, The characters in this story are a person sitting in front of a computer, pressing fingers to keys, strking words onto a monitor with a flicker of a cursor, and hoping they will find a home in somone's mind, and the unbeknownst reader. Maybe even you, with your eyes and mind absorbing what my eyes and mind and fingers have delivered to you.
There is a funny taste in our mouths at the same time, but you do not know this. We are connected and feel the same sensations that these words deliver, but you are not aware of it. Not yet. We both wonder if this is actually a story or just a jumble of words, or are those both the same things? A bird tweets and there is a piano type noise coming from a movie playing in another room of the houses we occupy. And what are houses? Coffins for the living or shelter from other aspects of the lives we pretend to live? Death is just puberty of the soul and we are just children in a playground without fences to keep us from straying into danger. The bird is no longer tweeting and the piano has been replaced with the drone of romantic comedy monologues. It sounds like something you might have said once but just as you thought this, a comment came to mind. Leave the comment.
This story is not actually a story, it's a jumble of letters and symbols put together by me, and remember I am not a writer. These words will make some type of structure that will have meaning to you once you see it, but remember, you are not a reader. Together we will make a sense out of this, we will find resolution. A story generally begins with an introduction of characters and a fundemental laying of plot structure, The characters in this story are a person sitting in front of a computer, pressing fingers to keys, strking words onto a monitor with a flicker of a cursor, and hoping they will find a home in somone's mind, and the unbeknownst reader. Maybe even you, with your eyes and mind absorbing what my eyes and mind and fingers have delivered to you.
There is a funny taste in our mouths at the same time, but you do not know this. We are connected and feel the same sensations that these words deliver, but you are not aware of it. Not yet. We both wonder if this is actually a story or just a jumble of words, or are those both the same things? A bird tweets and there is a piano type noise coming from a movie playing in another room of the houses we occupy. And what are houses? Coffins for the living or shelter from other aspects of the lives we pretend to live? Death is just puberty of the soul and we are just children in a playground without fences to keep us from straying into danger. The bird is no longer tweeting and the piano has been replaced with the drone of romantic comedy monologues. It sounds like something you might have said once but just as you thought this, a comment came to mind. Leave the comment.
a friend's brother died last night
and somehow dimmed the light
of such a sunshiney day
and i never really knew him
what can i really say
so i picked up rocks with my toes
and wondered about lives
and where our souls go
i saw some whirlybirds scattered around
and they looked like dead faires
had fallen to the ground
and i saw that everything dies soon
sooner than wanted
and it sometimes makes us swoon
it sometimes makes us daunted
i hope that i'm not haunted....
by memories turned bad
of lives i've lived and things i've had
i'd rather not live that way
i'd rather go out with a flash
and have someone say...
hey! remember that kid
from way back when
we really did not know him
but we thought we did know then
and do we know ourselves
or do we tuck it all away
high up on a shelf...
for some sunshiney day
when a friend's brother has died
and you don't know what to say
but you can only offer tears
tears just like her own
tears that might just make her happy
and not feel so all alone
and somehow dimmed the light
of such a sunshiney day
and i never really knew him
what can i really say
so i picked up rocks with my toes
and wondered about lives
and where our souls go
i saw some whirlybirds scattered around
and they looked like dead faires
had fallen to the ground
and i saw that everything dies soon
sooner than wanted
and it sometimes makes us swoon
it sometimes makes us daunted
i hope that i'm not haunted....
by memories turned bad
of lives i've lived and things i've had
i'd rather not live that way
i'd rather go out with a flash
and have someone say...
hey! remember that kid
from way back when
we really did not know him
but we thought we did know then
and do we know ourselves
or do we tuck it all away
high up on a shelf...
for some sunshiney day
when a friend's brother has died
and you don't know what to say
but you can only offer tears
tears just like her own
tears that might just make her happy
and not feel so all alone
okay. i don't know why but i finally signed up on myspace. hence the obligitory emo kid phone cam pic. 
New music has my ears happy: M.I.A. for all your booty rump shakin' needs. Out Hud for a more 80's kitschy dance thingy. The new Yo La Tengo comp. is uncomparable to others and feels like audible snow, beautiful to watch and fun to play in. In fact, it prompted me to go out and re-buy Painful again. 
Okay, and is anyone watching the new Star Wars cartoon on Cartoon Network? I'm preparing for a huge Star Wars: Revenge of the Sith-slash-my birthday celebration this May. I've contacted a local artisian about renting their vacuum form table to make my own Stormtrooper armor. It's going to be totally bad ass 
www.gotarmor.com
Okay, and is anyone watching the new Star Wars cartoon on Cartoon Network?
I'm preparing for a huge Star Wars: Revenge of the Sith-slash-my birthday celebration this May. I've contacted a local artisian about renting their vacuum form table to make my own Stormtrooper armor. It's going to be totally bad ass www.gotarmor.com
ME WANT DA BUCKY DONE GUN a man walks out of his apartment
it is raining he's got no umbrella
he starts running beneath the awnings
trying to save his suit
trying to save his suit
trying to dry and to dry and dry but no good
when he gets to the crowded subway platfrom
and he takes off both of his shoes
he steps into someone's fat loogie
and everyone who see him says "eww"
everyone who seems him says "eww"
but he doesn't care because last night he got a visit
from the ghost of corporate future
the ghost said take off both shoes
whatever chances you get; expecially if they're wet
he also said
imagine if you go away
on a business trip oneday
and when you come back home
your children have grown
and you never made your wife moan
your children have grown
and you never made your wife moan
people make you nervous
you're thinking the world has ended
and everybody's featues
have somehow started blending
and everything is plastic
and everyon's sarcastic
and all the food is frozen
it needs to be defrosted
you'd think the world was ending
you'd think the world was ending
you'd think the world ws ending right now
you'd think the world was ending
you'd think the world was ending
you'd think the world was ending right now
well maybe you should just drink a lot less coffee
and never, ever watch the ten o clock news
maybe you should kiss someone nice
or lick a rock or both
maybe you should cut your own hair
'cause that could be so funny
it doesn't cost any money
and it always grows back;;
hair grows even after you're dead
and people are just people
they shouldn't make you nervous
the world is everlasting
it's coming and it's going
if you don't toss your plastic
the streets will be just clastic
and if you kiss somebody
then both of you get practice
the world is everlasting
the dirtballs in your pocket
the dirtballs in your pocket
and take off both your shoes
'cause people are just people
people are just people
people are just people like you
people are just people
people are just people
people are just people like you
the world is everylasting
it's coming and it's going
it's coming and it's going
it's coming and it.s....
regina spektor
"the ghost of corporate future"
it is raining he's got no umbrella
he starts running beneath the awnings
trying to save his suit
trying to save his suit
trying to dry and to dry and dry but no good
when he gets to the crowded subway platfrom
and he takes off both of his shoes
he steps into someone's fat loogie
and everyone who see him says "eww"
everyone who seems him says "eww"
but he doesn't care because last night he got a visit
from the ghost of corporate future
the ghost said take off both shoes
whatever chances you get; expecially if they're wet
he also said
imagine if you go away
on a business trip oneday
and when you come back home
your children have grown
and you never made your wife moan
your children have grown
and you never made your wife moan
people make you nervous
you're thinking the world has ended
and everybody's featues
have somehow started blending
and everything is plastic
and everyon's sarcastic
and all the food is frozen
it needs to be defrosted
you'd think the world was ending
you'd think the world was ending
you'd think the world ws ending right now
you'd think the world was ending
you'd think the world was ending
you'd think the world was ending right now
well maybe you should just drink a lot less coffee
and never, ever watch the ten o clock news
maybe you should kiss someone nice
or lick a rock or both
maybe you should cut your own hair
'cause that could be so funny
it doesn't cost any money
and it always grows back;;
hair grows even after you're dead
and people are just people
they shouldn't make you nervous
the world is everlasting
it's coming and it's going
if you don't toss your plastic
the streets will be just clastic
and if you kiss somebody
then both of you get practice
the world is everlasting
the dirtballs in your pocket
the dirtballs in your pocket
and take off both your shoes
'cause people are just people
people are just people
people are just people like you
people are just people
people are just people
people are just people like you
the world is everylasting
it's coming and it's going
it's coming and it's going
it's coming and it.s....
regina spektor
"the ghost of corporate future"
