Wow. *rubs eyes* another late night. I went to baltimore tonight and got a call from a friend who was playing the Brass Monkey, sooo i went to see/hear/enjoy. He's INCREDIBLE on guitar, and played mostly original stuff... but vocally----ehhh, how can i say this......um Phil... brutha, you're tone deaf !! Ok i KNOW the whole "If you can do better, get your ass up there..." thing, and honestly... I was aching to. ESPECIALLY towards the end when you massacred the lyrics to Black, and then started "possum kingdom" by The Toadies but didnt play it. *sigh* you ass!! Wait, what was the point of all this? Oh, ok i remember. It was cool to hang out bro, you ROCK!
No other news right now, except that i had the best fucking Nectarine in the whole entire universe today. de-lish-us! ......hahahaaaaaa, which... reminds me offffff MY favorite Bukowski poem:
Yes Yes
by Charles Bukowski
when God created love he didn't help most
when God created dogs He didn't help dogs
when God created plants that was average
when God created hate we had a standard utility
when God created me He created me
when God created the monkey He was asleep
when He created the giraffe He was drunk
when He created narcotics He was high
and when He created suicide He was low
when He created you lying in bed
He knew what He was doing
He was drunk and He was high
and He created the mountians and the sea and fire at the same time
He made some mistakes
but when He created you lying in bed
He came all over His Blessed Universe.
mmmmmmm. and a very good night to YOU!!
No other news right now, except that i had the best fucking Nectarine in the whole entire universe today. de-lish-us! ......hahahaaaaaa, which... reminds me offffff MY favorite Bukowski poem:
Yes Yes
by Charles Bukowski
when God created love he didn't help most
when God created dogs He didn't help dogs
when God created plants that was average
when God created hate we had a standard utility
when God created me He created me
when God created the monkey He was asleep
when He created the giraffe He was drunk
when He created narcotics He was high
and when He created suicide He was low
when He created you lying in bed
He knew what He was doing
He was drunk and He was high
and He created the mountians and the sea and fire at the same time
He made some mistakes
but when He created you lying in bed
He came all over His Blessed Universe.
mmmmmmm. and a very good night to YOU!!
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ciel:
no i am not. but i will have a go, then take a picture of that hahah
charley:
Bukowski is the man I will have a hunt for my favourite poem and post it for you Mr EXtraordinaryCowboy!