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WORDS ABOUT TITLES & EVEN MORE DRUNK CONFESSIONS...
...STILL THINK THAT "SHOT FORTH SELF-LIVING" IS ONE OF THE BEST 'F'ing titles for an album EVER...and i dig Medicine, especially their first two albums...and dammit...think that they were on the Def Jam/American Records label, so its not like no one should have never heard of them, especially those who might have seen the original "Crow"...damn band was on the music score and it makes me mad that no one has never freakin' heard of them...BUT THEIR SOUND IS SEXY...I MEAN: MY BLOODY VALENTINE STRAIGHT-ON EROTIC!
...SO I'S NOT GOING to spell-out much more about the music stuff anymore...that ex-redhead girlfriend of mine ruined all of that passionate-feel that used to come with writing about music and stuff...and THERE AFTER...all that i wrote was for her, as I was one day hoping she'd flog me down like she first did when i first showed her that Morrissey review I wrote for a small time newspaper that should have been published in Rolling Stone because I know more about Morrissey and that great producer, Tony Visconti, than any moron writer for Rolling Stone will ever know...
...AND SO: I had to scrap most of what is in my collection because of her...started listening to a lot of Interpol and Trail of the Dead because it's all about meaningless relationships and "sex friends" and every bit of black-lush/non-feel emotion that runs through my blood these days...
...WORLD TENDS TO MOVE LIKE A TURTLE SOMEDAYS AND STANDS STILL LIKE AN ANDY WARHOL BLACK & WHITE SNAP-SHOT...crazy blond-headed girl merely rapes me with whistles and her compliments to me last night in the work-place parking lot...and I get all nervous and don't know what to say, so I walk away and it makes me hyper, so I gets all inside my vehicle and blast the latest Interpol until it awakes my senses...
...SO...my good girlfriend at work knows how i'm a freak for red-heads, as we both tend to share same crazed stories and lusts in life. She tells me not to limit myself. AND...as I am feeling all wild about this girl. GONNA take her advice...
...meanwhile: I AM SHOT FORTH SELF-LIVING and am going to love that title!
...STILL THINK THAT "SHOT FORTH SELF-LIVING" IS ONE OF THE BEST 'F'ing titles for an album EVER...and i dig Medicine, especially their first two albums...and dammit...think that they were on the Def Jam/American Records label, so its not like no one should have never heard of them, especially those who might have seen the original "Crow"...damn band was on the music score and it makes me mad that no one has never freakin' heard of them...BUT THEIR SOUND IS SEXY...I MEAN: MY BLOODY VALENTINE STRAIGHT-ON EROTIC!
...SO I'S NOT GOING to spell-out much more about the music stuff anymore...that ex-redhead girlfriend of mine ruined all of that passionate-feel that used to come with writing about music and stuff...and THERE AFTER...all that i wrote was for her, as I was one day hoping she'd flog me down like she first did when i first showed her that Morrissey review I wrote for a small time newspaper that should have been published in Rolling Stone because I know more about Morrissey and that great producer, Tony Visconti, than any moron writer for Rolling Stone will ever know...
...AND SO: I had to scrap most of what is in my collection because of her...started listening to a lot of Interpol and Trail of the Dead because it's all about meaningless relationships and "sex friends" and every bit of black-lush/non-feel emotion that runs through my blood these days...
...WORLD TENDS TO MOVE LIKE A TURTLE SOMEDAYS AND STANDS STILL LIKE AN ANDY WARHOL BLACK & WHITE SNAP-SHOT...crazy blond-headed girl merely rapes me with whistles and her compliments to me last night in the work-place parking lot...and I get all nervous and don't know what to say, so I walk away and it makes me hyper, so I gets all inside my vehicle and blast the latest Interpol until it awakes my senses...
...SO...my good girlfriend at work knows how i'm a freak for red-heads, as we both tend to share same crazed stories and lusts in life. She tells me not to limit myself. AND...as I am feeling all wild about this girl. GONNA take her advice...
...meanwhile: I AM SHOT FORTH SELF-LIVING and am going to love that title!
A BLOG ABOUT NO STORIES...
...so, had to play "ambulance man" with a good friend of mine the other night after she threatened to take her own life...tracking her down was the hardest part: she was talking about pills and guns and all sorts of crazy stuff...
...so I make it down to her apartment and during the drive I'm having all of these vivid Kafka visions of blood and sheets...red lights, static sounds of screeching CB calls and lots of numbers being shouted out...but her parking lot is as isolated as May skies when I get there ...knock at her door...dogs shouting at me...NO ANSWER...
...wait in the parking lot puffing on blue smoke...silver thunder parks and she arrives at the door...glad she's OK...though her girlfriend's going off about being spit at in the face by one of her "friends" who attacked her for her style of living...and if there's an area of law I could dive into with my cheap useless degree...it would have to be in the form of some sort of civil justice becuz I hate any form of bashing. The weak always remain to be the finger-pointers...
...THIS WHOLE NIGHT WORKS AS A STRANGE EPIPHANY FOR ME, as so does this weekend because things got really strange again...another "white night" spent behind some bar...and he comes over to my place and we talk about music and ex-romance and I'm not really into it as I am to what's going on inside my head...to wake up feeling numb again and trashy...
...have to clean the place again...change the sheets...open the windows...roll some more cigarettes...change the tunes...listening to Interpol while dreaming about threesomes and the life that began when it ended...
...and just as I'm letting the gentle wind breeze behind those black mystery curtains of mine...know that I will collapse during a time of control...gonna spell those words out in blood Tony Wilson style...I have a big mess in my head...need some dialogue...
...so, had to play "ambulance man" with a good friend of mine the other night after she threatened to take her own life...tracking her down was the hardest part: she was talking about pills and guns and all sorts of crazy stuff...
...so I make it down to her apartment and during the drive I'm having all of these vivid Kafka visions of blood and sheets...red lights, static sounds of screeching CB calls and lots of numbers being shouted out...but her parking lot is as isolated as May skies when I get there ...knock at her door...dogs shouting at me...NO ANSWER...
...wait in the parking lot puffing on blue smoke...silver thunder parks and she arrives at the door...glad she's OK...though her girlfriend's going off about being spit at in the face by one of her "friends" who attacked her for her style of living...and if there's an area of law I could dive into with my cheap useless degree...it would have to be in the form of some sort of civil justice becuz I hate any form of bashing. The weak always remain to be the finger-pointers...
...THIS WHOLE NIGHT WORKS AS A STRANGE EPIPHANY FOR ME, as so does this weekend because things got really strange again...another "white night" spent behind some bar...and he comes over to my place and we talk about music and ex-romance and I'm not really into it as I am to what's going on inside my head...to wake up feeling numb again and trashy...
...have to clean the place again...change the sheets...open the windows...roll some more cigarettes...change the tunes...listening to Interpol while dreaming about threesomes and the life that began when it ended...
...and just as I'm letting the gentle wind breeze behind those black mystery curtains of mine...know that I will collapse during a time of control...gonna spell those words out in blood Tony Wilson style...I have a big mess in my head...need some dialogue...
MORE DRUNKEN CONFESSIONS...
...SO TODAY...I'm thinking about doing this whole 360 thing in my head whiles I'm at work...been talking to all of these people who have been everywhere, traveled around the world...some have money...a few have brains...a couple have a little luck, while others just know how to trip...
...AND SEE...there's all this shit that I been wanting to do and lots of books piled up in lazed stacks like club sandwiches and the titles seem painted purple like neon signs...don't know really what page to read, but I picked up Salinger's "Catcher in the Rye" again...still bothers me that the junk-face that shot Lennon down idolized this paperback, like Manson worshiped "Helter Skelter" and the Hell's Angels screwed up "Gimme Shelter"...
...BUT...strange thoughts interrupt my mind-scape today like the beautiful love freaks that surround me like there once were trees...and I'm thinking as I'm talking to this great girlfriend of mine at work how I so want to climb out of my window at midnight while I'm sleep walking and wind-up in some new world...
...I want to escape from all happy couples and baby commercials and anyone who acts like they have it made because eventually they all seem to fall apart and go crazy...and like, I worship this girl because we're both the same, but some days I can tell by her words: we share some of the same crazed worlds. And hopefully she'll never become a bum like me. And I feel passion, yet I feel no hope...16 candles on the b-day cake made lots of smoke and made my mother have to run more dishes...
...and as I'm not so in love these days...I'm beginning to see all these new out-looks in life, like maybe I should just sell my place and all my possessions and move to India...I'd really freaking miss my music collection...but maybe that's what's keeping me. AND...I'm so skunked to do something new that maybe I'll put my place up for sell and leave this trendy town tomorrow...
...SO TODAY...I'm thinking about doing this whole 360 thing in my head whiles I'm at work...been talking to all of these people who have been everywhere, traveled around the world...some have money...a few have brains...a couple have a little luck, while others just know how to trip...
...AND SEE...there's all this shit that I been wanting to do and lots of books piled up in lazed stacks like club sandwiches and the titles seem painted purple like neon signs...don't know really what page to read, but I picked up Salinger's "Catcher in the Rye" again...still bothers me that the junk-face that shot Lennon down idolized this paperback, like Manson worshiped "Helter Skelter" and the Hell's Angels screwed up "Gimme Shelter"...
...BUT...strange thoughts interrupt my mind-scape today like the beautiful love freaks that surround me like there once were trees...and I'm thinking as I'm talking to this great girlfriend of mine at work how I so want to climb out of my window at midnight while I'm sleep walking and wind-up in some new world...
...I want to escape from all happy couples and baby commercials and anyone who acts like they have it made because eventually they all seem to fall apart and go crazy...and like, I worship this girl because we're both the same, but some days I can tell by her words: we share some of the same crazed worlds. And hopefully she'll never become a bum like me. And I feel passion, yet I feel no hope...16 candles on the b-day cake made lots of smoke and made my mother have to run more dishes...
...and as I'm not so in love these days...I'm beginning to see all these new out-looks in life, like maybe I should just sell my place and all my possessions and move to India...I'd really freaking miss my music collection...but maybe that's what's keeping me. AND...I'm so skunked to do something new that maybe I'll put my place up for sell and leave this trendy town tomorrow...
TODAY PART II:
Threw away another date with this girl I've been sort of talking to, but not really seeing...she has glowing brown eyes the color of her hair...she seems all so positive and everything that I'm not...cutest grin, no bake-on lips, but how I'd love to lick at her hips: after a while i feel the need to take a cold shower...especially after we slept together last December, but nothing happened: not even a kiss. Stared at her breasts a lot...wanted to lick her face...she was half awake...I couldn't stay asleep...always tend to never sleep when there is a beautiful girl laying next beside me.
So, threw away this date...spent the day with my good friend T and her new girlfriend because of a stomach ailment that kept me from going out of town. Didn't turn out so good while her girlfriend's hand made it up and down my legs...had to tell her to stop because I would never EVER do that to T because I love her...
AND THEN THE SECRETS GET REVEALED: we're all drunk-drunk and forgiving the spills when suddenly T tells me that she was not alone during our web-cam experience, but I got naked on front of two girls: her and the ex-girlfriend. Damn how this made me hot hearing it from her own lips! Acted angry towards T at first...but it was only an act...made me feel quite thrilled that her girlfriend told her what to type while I got more and more naked...
They witnessed a couple cool tricks of mine...caught it all on camera.
Either way, I'm not pissed...quite delighted.
Threw away another date with this girl I've been sort of talking to, but not really seeing...she has glowing brown eyes the color of her hair...she seems all so positive and everything that I'm not...cutest grin, no bake-on lips, but how I'd love to lick at her hips: after a while i feel the need to take a cold shower...especially after we slept together last December, but nothing happened: not even a kiss. Stared at her breasts a lot...wanted to lick her face...she was half awake...I couldn't stay asleep...always tend to never sleep when there is a beautiful girl laying next beside me.
So, threw away this date...spent the day with my good friend T and her new girlfriend because of a stomach ailment that kept me from going out of town. Didn't turn out so good while her girlfriend's hand made it up and down my legs...had to tell her to stop because I would never EVER do that to T because I love her...
AND THEN THE SECRETS GET REVEALED: we're all drunk-drunk and forgiving the spills when suddenly T tells me that she was not alone during our web-cam experience, but I got naked on front of two girls: her and the ex-girlfriend. Damn how this made me hot hearing it from her own lips! Acted angry towards T at first...but it was only an act...made me feel quite thrilled that her girlfriend told her what to type while I got more and more naked...
They witnessed a couple cool tricks of mine...caught it all on camera.
Either way, I'm not pissed...quite delighted.
STONED CONFESSIONS...
...love that "thump-thump, beat-beat" that sometimes the swift inhale makes...almost like you're dancing inside yourself like a strange parade of bouncing feet: a blazed mother thunder and the night blitz like purple wire...vine skies of saxophone black...tulip-soft and feeling so sun like the razor's edge...always a paragraph too short of a word...always a stereo so deep that I run through the wires of green shades, of blue shades, a yellow and orange maze, while my shades are always almost always black. Golly! I must be seeing what I'm thinking because I'm hearing when I'm saying and I'm puzzled by that...
...love that "thump-thump, beat-beat" that sometimes the swift inhale makes...almost like you're dancing inside yourself like a strange parade of bouncing feet: a blazed mother thunder and the night blitz like purple wire...vine skies of saxophone black...tulip-soft and feeling so sun like the razor's edge...always a paragraph too short of a word...always a stereo so deep that I run through the wires of green shades, of blue shades, a yellow and orange maze, while my shades are always almost always black. Golly! I must be seeing what I'm thinking because I'm hearing when I'm saying and I'm puzzled by that...
PHASE II: THE KNOCK-OUT...
...OK...so now I am beginning to realize why the latest company I work for has such a high turn-over rate! It's not really so much that it's a bad place to work at...most of my co-workers are cool as hell and the management staff seems alright, just get a little annoying...the cafeteria serves a good cup of joe: five different blends to choose from...I always get the piranha bite, though I don't really get the name: doesn't really taste like fish to me...
...HA! But the work is starting to get to me...not that it's hard: it's redundant. Slicing through one box the size of Brazil only to find a return of a classy pair of high-tops with some big name...girl didn't want because her feet grew bigger over night or the style's gotten too "Happy Days"...a package the size of the president's brain: fifty different colors of "hip-huggers"...wants to return them because her butt got bigger or the size didn't matter and every customer seems the same, though it's so much better when ya don't have to see em' face to face: I'd be so fired right about now!
...but...this shit has gotta go...real soon. The flourescent lights are really getting to me...and I didn't earn a measily degree and a couple of certificates just to hold another "safety" box-cutter in my hands...the "units per up-my-ass"... being another smiling "team member" without fucking dental care. Yeah, I'm a little bit about making money, but hate that communist slogan: "it's either my way or the highway!" It's sort of like that old Stalinist flag-waving brain-washing saying: "Love this country or leave it." In some places of the world the natives didn't have a choice...and god always seems to be on someone's side: he picks and he chooses the most expensive bottle of wine.
...SO...PHASE II: here comes the knock-out! Gonna send out those resumes in the next couple of weeks like they were written and produced by Steven Spielberg...feeling more David Lynch at the present. True art spells out something different...money only tends to whisper what it is ashamed of..
...OK...so now I am beginning to realize why the latest company I work for has such a high turn-over rate! It's not really so much that it's a bad place to work at...most of my co-workers are cool as hell and the management staff seems alright, just get a little annoying...the cafeteria serves a good cup of joe: five different blends to choose from...I always get the piranha bite, though I don't really get the name: doesn't really taste like fish to me...
...HA! But the work is starting to get to me...not that it's hard: it's redundant. Slicing through one box the size of Brazil only to find a return of a classy pair of high-tops with some big name...girl didn't want because her feet grew bigger over night or the style's gotten too "Happy Days"...a package the size of the president's brain: fifty different colors of "hip-huggers"...wants to return them because her butt got bigger or the size didn't matter and every customer seems the same, though it's so much better when ya don't have to see em' face to face: I'd be so fired right about now!
...but...this shit has gotta go...real soon. The flourescent lights are really getting to me...and I didn't earn a measily degree and a couple of certificates just to hold another "safety" box-cutter in my hands...the "units per up-my-ass"... being another smiling "team member" without fucking dental care. Yeah, I'm a little bit about making money, but hate that communist slogan: "it's either my way or the highway!" It's sort of like that old Stalinist flag-waving brain-washing saying: "Love this country or leave it." In some places of the world the natives didn't have a choice...and god always seems to be on someone's side: he picks and he chooses the most expensive bottle of wine.
...SO...PHASE II: here comes the knock-out! Gonna send out those resumes in the next couple of weeks like they were written and produced by Steven Spielberg...feeling more David Lynch at the present. True art spells out something different...money only tends to whisper what it is ashamed of..
SO, SO...
...been talking to this really cool chick that I met through Project Playlist some small time ago...and maybe it's true: music minds tend to think the same...don't really know, I sort of made that one up...but, how cannot I not dig a girl that has both T.Rex and the Jesus and Mary Chain all on the same play list?
...and a music junkie can truly sniff out another music junkie...we're like the Diamond Dogs!
...been talking to this really cool chick that I met through Project Playlist some small time ago...and maybe it's true: music minds tend to think the same...don't really know, I sort of made that one up...but, how cannot I not dig a girl that has both T.Rex and the Jesus and Mary Chain all on the same play list?
...and a music junkie can truly sniff out another music junkie...we're like the Diamond Dogs!
