IPOD
RADIO
...don't really like the chat-room here...start to talk about something cool and the subject quickly changes.
Ah! Sometimes bad taste in music really leaves me feeling like all sacked balls...a few of the sweet girls I've been talking to, well...they listen to sort of really boring pudding tunes...and I really get sort of sick of all that sentimental piano B.S....the type of poo-poo sound ya hear in romantic movies...and I don't really get into the whole "romance movie" thing...it's like the movie industry is trying to tell us how love should be and never it's not...
Romantic to me is all about porn...not the nitty-gritty stuff with the guy stuffing his "Holmes" up the spiral zone...but, the whole voyeuristic side of the seeing a girl make herself hot...burns me up inside even more...and that's why I still love the last girl with whom I sort went crazy over...
Hell, for one, she listened to the Rolling Stones...and there's really something orgasmatic about the Stones' jam if ya get what I mean, re-discovered their tunes as of lately and am really digging "Stray Cat Blues" these days...it's just loose and crazy, yet sort of punk for its time...
Second of all...that strange girl...she just knew how to hang loose and stay free. She worked for her family, had a good mind and was crazy as me when it a came to crowds...only, I got loud as she only went mute...I'm an embarrassing friend to hang around with if you get me out in public...say all sorts of mad stuff because I'm not right...plus, she knew how to write!
Last of all...she was first girl who truly knew how to get me off in over ten years...
...And that captures my true idea of romance...a girl that can get herself off right in front of my face and has a kick-ass taste in music and can smoke a cigarette while dancing or having sex and during all of those crazed naked games that we played...the same exact reason why I choose to be single...I hate people that are boring and cannott accept my gay and lesbian friends, and that ended lots of relationships...
Hells...I don't really care...love when that purple tulip of mine embraces my velvet tongue....a talent that most men envy....yet, they probably listen to suck crap like Ben Folds Five and needs a girl to keep them happy...
Man, if you still haven't learned how to masturbate...I'll teach you how...you're girl just might love it...I'll even show you good music, but would rather save that for the next girl that likes to dance while smoking!!!
Romantic to me is all about porn...not the nitty-gritty stuff with the guy stuffing his "Holmes" up the spiral zone...but, the whole voyeuristic side of the seeing a girl make herself hot...burns me up inside even more...and that's why I still love the last girl with whom I sort went crazy over...
Hell, for one, she listened to the Rolling Stones...and there's really something orgasmatic about the Stones' jam if ya get what I mean, re-discovered their tunes as of lately and am really digging "Stray Cat Blues" these days...it's just loose and crazy, yet sort of punk for its time...
Second of all...that strange girl...she just knew how to hang loose and stay free. She worked for her family, had a good mind and was crazy as me when it a came to crowds...only, I got loud as she only went mute...I'm an embarrassing friend to hang around with if you get me out in public...say all sorts of mad stuff because I'm not right...plus, she knew how to write!
Last of all...she was first girl who truly knew how to get me off in over ten years...
...And that captures my true idea of romance...a girl that can get herself off right in front of my face and has a kick-ass taste in music and can smoke a cigarette while dancing or having sex and during all of those crazed naked games that we played...the same exact reason why I choose to be single...I hate people that are boring and cannott accept my gay and lesbian friends, and that ended lots of relationships...
Hells...I don't really care...love when that purple tulip of mine embraces my velvet tongue....a talent that most men envy....yet, they probably listen to suck crap like Ben Folds Five and needs a girl to keep them happy...
Man, if you still haven't learned how to masturbate...I'll teach you how...you're girl just might love it...I'll even show you good music, but would rather save that for the next girl that likes to dance while smoking!!!
...AND SO, TOMORROW I'M PLANNING A BIG PARTY--THE THEME IS THE RELEASE OF PORTISHEAD "3"! THE NEW ALBUM MADE ME CREAM MY PANTS (A FEW TIMES NOW)! FOR ANYONE WHO HASN'T HEARD "3"...YA GOTS TO GO OUT AND GET IT RIGHT THIS MINUTE!!! BEST ALBUM I'VE HEARD IN ABOUT A DECADE!!! LOVE, LOVE, LOVE...AND A LITTLE BIT OF HATE.
SMOKING...
...funny! In the city of Columbus, it seems like such a crime to light up a cigarette in public anymore...you receive looks like you're smoking something illegal ...makes it more fashionable if you ask me, though you will never get what I mean unless you are a smoker or a crazed fool like me...and I will die of boredom if nothing too unsurrealistic ever happens in to me (saved for another topic)...
...but, hells no...not gonna back up smoking at all...it's sick and disgusting and unlike eating carrots...YET...it seems so sexy when the right person is holding up the butt-end of the cigarette!
...ah, but it's not good...addiction teases a life-like poison and sometimes feels like as if it is heaven sent...and maybe it's the reason why I wake up feeling so alone these days...my addictions took me for surprise.
...funny! In the city of Columbus, it seems like such a crime to light up a cigarette in public anymore...you receive looks like you're smoking something illegal ...makes it more fashionable if you ask me, though you will never get what I mean unless you are a smoker or a crazed fool like me...and I will die of boredom if nothing too unsurrealistic ever happens in to me (saved for another topic)...
...but, hells no...not gonna back up smoking at all...it's sick and disgusting and unlike eating carrots...YET...it seems so sexy when the right person is holding up the butt-end of the cigarette!
...ah, but it's not good...addiction teases a life-like poison and sometimes feels like as if it is heaven sent...and maybe it's the reason why I wake up feeling so alone these days...my addictions took me for surprise.
THE SOCIAL SECURITY OFFICE...
All is purple-mad today...driving pulp green car to Venus...at the Social Security office (why did I capitalize that?!?)...all sorts of Bush-hurt people, you can tell dragons got the worst of them...half-hung over, got the shakes--ibuprofen high off coming down is the best, like snow-powder brain...and I hate crowds unless I'm feeling buzzed...so I goes and I stands alone dragging the cigarette Bowie style staring at the city-pretty couple puffing magic smoke...
Go back in brick cube post-office looking building...nervous like field mice...slug my skinny corpse body through aisles of dead looking people and I am all family...shaking like pop-corn maker full of glazed candy...the feeling of stares makes me not sit straight, rubbing my fore-head like it was down below my legs, cracking knuckles to scare away anyone trying to make snug conversation, pen in hand to make it look like I'm busy...and all is mute even over voices talking and the funny little girl that circles around the seats, but I never look-up until cute Hispanic girl-couple sit like the big old sad sun...she eyes me and probably knows my recipe, so I cover my face wishing I had another cigarette. "Number 5254," mom-voice calls out: "please step up to the first window"...and I'm glad because I feel magnetic waves of eyes and it makes feel like I should be drinking...
...the drive is back to Mars...I celebrate exit out of door with nicotine traces whilst blasting the Stones "Gimme Shelter"wishing that it was not against the law to drive around naked...just wanted to rip off everything and make a couple of soccer moms stare...and that's when I know, I should be drinking.
All is purple-mad today...driving pulp green car to Venus...at the Social Security office (why did I capitalize that?!?)...all sorts of Bush-hurt people, you can tell dragons got the worst of them...half-hung over, got the shakes--ibuprofen high off coming down is the best, like snow-powder brain...and I hate crowds unless I'm feeling buzzed...so I goes and I stands alone dragging the cigarette Bowie style staring at the city-pretty couple puffing magic smoke...
Go back in brick cube post-office looking building...nervous like field mice...slug my skinny corpse body through aisles of dead looking people and I am all family...shaking like pop-corn maker full of glazed candy...the feeling of stares makes me not sit straight, rubbing my fore-head like it was down below my legs, cracking knuckles to scare away anyone trying to make snug conversation, pen in hand to make it look like I'm busy...and all is mute even over voices talking and the funny little girl that circles around the seats, but I never look-up until cute Hispanic girl-couple sit like the big old sad sun...she eyes me and probably knows my recipe, so I cover my face wishing I had another cigarette. "Number 5254," mom-voice calls out: "please step up to the first window"...and I'm glad because I feel magnetic waves of eyes and it makes feel like I should be drinking...
...the drive is back to Mars...I celebrate exit out of door with nicotine traces whilst blasting the Stones "Gimme Shelter"wishing that it was not against the law to drive around naked...just wanted to rip off everything and make a couple of soccer moms stare...and that's when I know, I should be drinking.
THREE OR MORE YEARS EXPERIENCE REQUIRED...
...I have several years experience in working bull-shit jobs, my question is: is bull-shit required? I'll give you three years, dammit...if I only I was given the stink-ass of a rat's chance...
...go about asking me on whether the system is fair? Please go about asking the current president and I'll show you a rat's ass. Competitiveness? Yeah my resume looks like a gas-station toilet handle...
...five to six years of schooling and all of these "potential" employers expect me to have three or more years of experience down my belt? Come on...I had to work shit jobs in order to pay my way through school and remain the "house-husband" during the time I was married, while sometimes I tend to miss being someone's bitch...
...tortured American system of tool elites, YES IT IS! Because, ya know...all of the students attending college to do all of those "extra-curricular" activities had the leisure of doing so because of mommy and daddy allowing them to look all shiny with one hundred dollar bills served at the breakfast table...some of them would survive the pistol, while others were already being slapped their retirement check at the early age of five...
...for fuck's sake...it's no wonder that the prettiest girl awaits behind the reception desk looking all Britney Spears "sparkly clean"...all big smiles with an earth-glow stare..just to make us all feel fucked with our semi-glossy cinema stares, while her boss is probably a man...and everyone knows what I'm talking about, woman or man.
...and so, today, I had several of thoughts in re-doing my resume to make it stand out, like displaying the words: "hey man, was you thinking the same thing as me in your decision to hire the front-desk clerk?" Or something like "doesn't all of this professional BS really tend to bore you? Need a drink?" ...to tell you the truth, I might actually try that one just for the hell of it, as I tend to be a risk-taker and really don't care if I've been shot in the head for being some idiot "survivor"...
...and most men don't look to pretty in lip-stick, with the exception of David Bowie, but he's quite dead these days, wouldn't you know it?
Anyhow...still finding that Bukowski is a good name to put in a title these days. None of my friends have actually read him and don't even know his name. Much ignored and that's when he drew in the bucks: HE KNEW THE MIND, BABY!
...I have several years experience in working bull-shit jobs, my question is: is bull-shit required? I'll give you three years, dammit...if I only I was given the stink-ass of a rat's chance...
...go about asking me on whether the system is fair? Please go about asking the current president and I'll show you a rat's ass. Competitiveness? Yeah my resume looks like a gas-station toilet handle...
...five to six years of schooling and all of these "potential" employers expect me to have three or more years of experience down my belt? Come on...I had to work shit jobs in order to pay my way through school and remain the "house-husband" during the time I was married, while sometimes I tend to miss being someone's bitch...
...tortured American system of tool elites, YES IT IS! Because, ya know...all of the students attending college to do all of those "extra-curricular" activities had the leisure of doing so because of mommy and daddy allowing them to look all shiny with one hundred dollar bills served at the breakfast table...some of them would survive the pistol, while others were already being slapped their retirement check at the early age of five...
...for fuck's sake...it's no wonder that the prettiest girl awaits behind the reception desk looking all Britney Spears "sparkly clean"...all big smiles with an earth-glow stare..just to make us all feel fucked with our semi-glossy cinema stares, while her boss is probably a man...and everyone knows what I'm talking about, woman or man.
...and so, today, I had several of thoughts in re-doing my resume to make it stand out, like displaying the words: "hey man, was you thinking the same thing as me in your decision to hire the front-desk clerk?" Or something like "doesn't all of this professional BS really tend to bore you? Need a drink?" ...to tell you the truth, I might actually try that one just for the hell of it, as I tend to be a risk-taker and really don't care if I've been shot in the head for being some idiot "survivor"...
...and most men don't look to pretty in lip-stick, with the exception of David Bowie, but he's quite dead these days, wouldn't you know it?
Anyhow...still finding that Bukowski is a good name to put in a title these days. None of my friends have actually read him and don't even know his name. Much ignored and that's when he drew in the bucks: HE KNEW THE MIND, BABY!
CONFESSIONS TO A NUDE GIRL:
...AND SO, it's been a while since I've taken off my clothes on front of any girl. But, this past Saturday it happened...
CONFESSIONS, I told her everything and only the truth: I've only really been in love twice in my 36 years of living...once when I was 19 and the second time when I was 35, last July.
The last love I didn't like, not because of her, but because I felt myself becoming a little bit of a stalker...didn't like the feeling at all...made me reach for the "barf bag"
STALKERS= they are equivalent to rapists, child pornographers and killers.
AND, as me and her sat together naked, nothing ever happened...we kissed on the lips as friends and on the hips...just glad she remains a good friend of mine.
...AND SO, it's been a while since I've taken off my clothes on front of any girl. But, this past Saturday it happened...
CONFESSIONS, I told her everything and only the truth: I've only really been in love twice in my 36 years of living...once when I was 19 and the second time when I was 35, last July.
The last love I didn't like, not because of her, but because I felt myself becoming a little bit of a stalker...didn't like the feeling at all...made me reach for the "barf bag"
STALKERS= they are equivalent to rapists, child pornographers and killers.
AND, as me and her sat together naked, nothing ever happened...we kissed on the lips as friends and on the hips...just glad she remains a good friend of mine.
NOTHING IS THE CONTENT, PART 0
...still think that zero must have some value, I mean, when it's added at the end of 2, it equals 20 and it can even be added to the millions if you add lots of zeros to the end of any number. And you know, I really hate numbers, that's the reason why I earned a degree in English, for, I always dreamt of doing shit work for the rest of my life because I eventually believed that the labor would drive me insane enough to write about it...that's how Bukowski did it, only he didn't have a stinkin' degree to help him diagnose his "word choice"...mad love, crazed lust...that's all he ever needed, besides a 6-pack of beer...
...but, been reading lots of Bukowski these days, had to set aside the Burroughs for a while, only to eventually pick up Kerouac again, though I'm currently reading Bukowski...
...all of these dignified writers had one thing in common: they were all raised in fucked-up upbringings...Bukowski: physically and mentally abused by his father, with a medical condition of horrific acne...Kerouac: watched his older brother die at a young age, while he struggled to be the apple of his mother's eye throughout his life...don't know enough about Burroughs to add to the list...
But...us madmen, we just go about writing and go about keeping silent of our past because all of that solitude is what drove us insane in the first place. Sometimes I don't want love, I just need someone to talk to, and, well...a little bit of play time.
...still think that zero must have some value, I mean, when it's added at the end of 2, it equals 20 and it can even be added to the millions if you add lots of zeros to the end of any number. And you know, I really hate numbers, that's the reason why I earned a degree in English, for, I always dreamt of doing shit work for the rest of my life because I eventually believed that the labor would drive me insane enough to write about it...that's how Bukowski did it, only he didn't have a stinkin' degree to help him diagnose his "word choice"...mad love, crazed lust...that's all he ever needed, besides a 6-pack of beer...
...but, been reading lots of Bukowski these days, had to set aside the Burroughs for a while, only to eventually pick up Kerouac again, though I'm currently reading Bukowski...
...all of these dignified writers had one thing in common: they were all raised in fucked-up upbringings...Bukowski: physically and mentally abused by his father, with a medical condition of horrific acne...Kerouac: watched his older brother die at a young age, while he struggled to be the apple of his mother's eye throughout his life...don't know enough about Burroughs to add to the list...
But...us madmen, we just go about writing and go about keeping silent of our past because all of that solitude is what drove us insane in the first place. Sometimes I don't want love, I just need someone to talk to, and, well...a little bit of play time.
THE "BEAT" FACTORY...
My best friend is a lesbian...a beautiful red-head who looks just like my ex-girlfriend, only she has brown eyes, not green, and doesn't wear glasses...BUT, I'D NEVER TOUCH HER, because I know that she's not into men and I'm not that much of a kook, if you get what I mean...
But, our first "date together" came at I time when I was feeling so down about another girl that I was supposed to go on a date with...she let me down, called me "bi-polar" after she found out that I was a writer and didn't quite get my mind...
AND SO... I am a writer, seems like a curse. I mean, sorry about my imagination and stuff.
But, this lesbian friend of mine...our first date together was me beating-off over the web-cam with her telling me exactly what to do...don't like to cheat myself, so I made the most of my erection, although she told me to beat faster and eventually, yes...it happened.
Didn't talk for weeks...but, now we are just good friends
Spent this whole week trying to fix her computer. She gave me several of looks and exotic smiles. Thank-god I still know how to masturbate and keep a good friend.
My best friend is a lesbian...a beautiful red-head who looks just like my ex-girlfriend, only she has brown eyes, not green, and doesn't wear glasses...BUT, I'D NEVER TOUCH HER, because I know that she's not into men and I'm not that much of a kook, if you get what I mean...
But, our first "date together" came at I time when I was feeling so down about another girl that I was supposed to go on a date with...she let me down, called me "bi-polar" after she found out that I was a writer and didn't quite get my mind...
AND SO... I am a writer, seems like a curse. I mean, sorry about my imagination and stuff.
But, this lesbian friend of mine...our first date together was me beating-off over the web-cam with her telling me exactly what to do...don't like to cheat myself, so I made the most of my erection, although she told me to beat faster and eventually, yes...it happened.
Didn't talk for weeks...but, now we are just good friends
Spent this whole week trying to fix her computer. She gave me several of looks and exotic smiles. Thank-god I still know how to masturbate and keep a good friend.
