Buenos dias. Like sands through the hourglass so are the daze of our lives. Wednesday, you better take care of me or else you are going to have me on your hands. Someone out there named Wednesday is thinking to themselves what the hell is this guy talking about? Meow listen here, I dont want no back talk from yall. Alright meow! Thats it! Youve forced me to use it my last lifeline. I would like to.. call a friend. *audience bursts into applause*
And now for something completely different..
Shazam!
I do these zines and part of my gearing up to complete issue number 4 yes, thats right, issue numero cuatro. Is to include some of the writings of myself and various others who have contributed to my fine zine. I have come up with a new name for the zine now. It used to be called The Blue Meanies now it will be called *drum roll* *crash cymbal* Praxis
Unless I change it.
Yeah here we go now so yeah. Damn my Gemini mind sometimes.thinking a mile a second. Going to go to a friends house on Friday and he wants me to lay down some drum beats for him to record and sample. He is making a big artistic project with artists he knows that has some video, music, art, etc.. should be fun. I have never recorded in a studio yeah Im a studio virgin.
I feel like its the home stretch for spring term now and I have to make sure I dont lose steam.. I feel like I could just say fuck it, but I know I have to persevere.
Would you rather be a vampire or a werewolf?
Would you rather freeze to death or burn to death?
Latte or mocha?
Vampire
Freeze to death
Mocha
Some writings
One of mine
I pass a man pulling his life in an abandoned grocery cart
he moves with no purpose, lost in time
another man emerges from under a piece of plastic
eating chicken bones
from garbage pails
discarded convenience
conveniently discarded
hes a melting popsicle in the sun
Me-
My friend Chuckie wrote this one
Paintings
Paintings in ethereal landscapes
the lines roll across the land
Muzzle for the man next door
spiders and spades in her hands
Theres a wicked little wretch that
lives in the wall
The doors to the worlds
are the vents in the floors
Your imagination drives me wild
Im a slave to the times
When my mind ran wild
Butterflies in the jars
that you caught like an innocent child
Orchards full of mysteries
In the hope chest that you store these
C.H.
Another friend of mine jeremy wrote this one
Im Ugly
I have always wanted to have a red face with black hair.
But I have a pink face with brown hair. So I slashed my face and poured shoe polish on my head. Now I have a red face with black hair. My face healed up and my hair fell out. Im ugly.
jeremyO
And now for something completely different..
Shazam!
I do these zines and part of my gearing up to complete issue number 4 yes, thats right, issue numero cuatro. Is to include some of the writings of myself and various others who have contributed to my fine zine. I have come up with a new name for the zine now. It used to be called The Blue Meanies now it will be called *drum roll* *crash cymbal* Praxis
Unless I change it.
Yeah here we go now so yeah. Damn my Gemini mind sometimes.thinking a mile a second. Going to go to a friends house on Friday and he wants me to lay down some drum beats for him to record and sample. He is making a big artistic project with artists he knows that has some video, music, art, etc.. should be fun. I have never recorded in a studio yeah Im a studio virgin.
I feel like its the home stretch for spring term now and I have to make sure I dont lose steam.. I feel like I could just say fuck it, but I know I have to persevere.
Would you rather be a vampire or a werewolf?
Would you rather freeze to death or burn to death?
Latte or mocha?
Vampire
Freeze to death
Mocha
Some writings
One of mine
I pass a man pulling his life in an abandoned grocery cart
he moves with no purpose, lost in time
another man emerges from under a piece of plastic
eating chicken bones
from garbage pails
discarded convenience
conveniently discarded
hes a melting popsicle in the sun
Me-
My friend Chuckie wrote this one
Paintings
Paintings in ethereal landscapes
the lines roll across the land
Muzzle for the man next door
spiders and spades in her hands
Theres a wicked little wretch that
lives in the wall
The doors to the worlds
are the vents in the floors
Your imagination drives me wild
Im a slave to the times
When my mind ran wild
Butterflies in the jars
that you caught like an innocent child
Orchards full of mysteries
In the hope chest that you store these
C.H.
Another friend of mine jeremy wrote this one
Im Ugly
I have always wanted to have a red face with black hair.
But I have a pink face with brown hair. So I slashed my face and poured shoe polish on my head. Now I have a red face with black hair. My face healed up and my hair fell out. Im ugly.
jeremyO
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burn to death (freezing would take hours and hours, right?)
latte
It would definitely be freeze to death, cause you just sort of fall asleep and fade away. Must be much more pleasant than to feel your skin melt.
And for the last one... well coffee is the source of all evil. Or was that the source of all evil drinks coffee? I dunno, I'm getting all confused now.