Buzzcocks!!!!
Saw them last night I did. Steve Diggle still rocks for a geezer. He looked like he was having such a blast and played like a motherfucker, salmon shirt and hatchet-head non-hairdo and all. Fucking great! And they sounded raw and gnarly and everything. Dumb grin on my face the whole time. Who wants to do a buncha blow w/the Buzzcocks? They seemed fairly blowed out.
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Woke to the phone, though I promised I wouldn't answer the phone, of course I checked the mail and it was someone needing me to cover a freelance job for them. Cash...that's good. Cold, that's bad, busted elevator...that's bad....cute audio girl to work w/all day...that's good...gave her a ride home and she blessed me w/smoke....that's good. Always great to meet a young woman that wants to learn to mix. rare-as-fuck!!!!
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Saw my mom again, she's pretty banged up post-surgery...not visibly, just, ya know, one week yr mom's charging around and then next she's busted up in the hospital. I think I'm not letting it come to the surface. I just feel like cement. a lot. and my dad's no help either. it's like matter and anti-matter and this time I know I'm being standoffish, a bit of a cold dick, but...ahhh whatever...this actually isn't your biz...I'm grinding my teeth, though.
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I was going to call you and leave a message about this pool hall I was staring at while parked in a parking lot, eating, listening to the news on the radio. I wanted to close my eyes and relate this fantastic scenario which basically started with me walking in there and saying, "which one of you faggots thinks you can kick my ass!!!" I was in the 'burbs, mind you...and I was seriously thinking about pulling some fight club shit w/a bunch of suburban yuppie redneck jock types (yes, in NOVA there are such things as yuppy-redneck-jock-types). What a fantasy. I think sometimes my masochistic side gets the best of me. I like pain, I like the pain I notice, I'm oblivious to most pain. I'm trired, I'm bored. I'm thinking of the Spits from Seattle. Tired and Lonely...great great punk rock. I'm delirious. If you haven't checked out Siv's art on her page, do so.
ok. I need to go back to work and dismantle something or somebody or me.
ps. this is me tired and cranky as hell.
Saw them last night I did. Steve Diggle still rocks for a geezer. He looked like he was having such a blast and played like a motherfucker, salmon shirt and hatchet-head non-hairdo and all. Fucking great! And they sounded raw and gnarly and everything. Dumb grin on my face the whole time. Who wants to do a buncha blow w/the Buzzcocks? They seemed fairly blowed out.
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Woke to the phone, though I promised I wouldn't answer the phone, of course I checked the mail and it was someone needing me to cover a freelance job for them. Cash...that's good. Cold, that's bad, busted elevator...that's bad....cute audio girl to work w/all day...that's good...gave her a ride home and she blessed me w/smoke....that's good. Always great to meet a young woman that wants to learn to mix. rare-as-fuck!!!!
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Saw my mom again, she's pretty banged up post-surgery...not visibly, just, ya know, one week yr mom's charging around and then next she's busted up in the hospital. I think I'm not letting it come to the surface. I just feel like cement. a lot. and my dad's no help either. it's like matter and anti-matter and this time I know I'm being standoffish, a bit of a cold dick, but...ahhh whatever...this actually isn't your biz...I'm grinding my teeth, though.
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I was going to call you and leave a message about this pool hall I was staring at while parked in a parking lot, eating, listening to the news on the radio. I wanted to close my eyes and relate this fantastic scenario which basically started with me walking in there and saying, "which one of you faggots thinks you can kick my ass!!!" I was in the 'burbs, mind you...and I was seriously thinking about pulling some fight club shit w/a bunch of suburban yuppie redneck jock types (yes, in NOVA there are such things as yuppy-redneck-jock-types). What a fantasy. I think sometimes my masochistic side gets the best of me. I like pain, I like the pain I notice, I'm oblivious to most pain. I'm trired, I'm bored. I'm thinking of the Spits from Seattle. Tired and Lonely...great great punk rock. I'm delirious. If you haven't checked out Siv's art on her page, do so.
ok. I need to go back to work and dismantle something or somebody or me.
ps. this is me tired and cranky as hell.
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i grind my teeth too...bleh.
Haha..I need you to come to my JOB and say that!! I have dreams of taking of few of them out with one good swing of a pool stick.
Over a foot of snow here. I'm off to VT. as soon as I can get out of my driveway.
xoxox