roguestenography

Well the stale chips are up and hope stakes are down - its the ignorant faces that bring this town down, so I sighed with sunken pride and I passed ymself down on my knees, Yes I passed myself down on my knees.

I'm so fucking pumped about our next gig - we're covering my favourite clash song (Jimmy Jazz.) and I've just learned it....
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For the record I hate it when people make comments about thier conidtions living that are so extravagently padded, so desperate - that the hyperbole in them is a waste.

That said, today was the worst day at work I've ever had.

At least the international noise conspiracy still loves me... or I love them. One way, gotta keep the dream alive. Keep on, keepin...
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So I got bored and started a rock and roll promotions jobby.

Stolen wheelchair productions might just be the greatest thing that history has ever encountered.

Or I might put on a single show to help some friends out, and as an excuse to put some vinyl to use.

One of a my all time favourite songs is grandfather's left side by kill creek.


Grandfather's left side is weaker than yesterday. If you'd have called you'd have felt my father's silence. But you never stopped to notice that the quiet things blindside and sting. This simple town has renewed all its confidence. The needle and drink have replaced insecurity. Now our friends all are...
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and I said, 'Hey, Its gonna end right here.'

I dunno what MJ was talking about: epic songs with four lines or less and lots of part repition (out of phase to each other) rule!

I like 'carpenter,' because those four couldn't be more city (nice lads tho.) and all thier songs are labour and land dispute songs - strangley enough, even in knowing this,...
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My mate Dustin who was supposed ot be moving into the hosue I'm buying, just ditched out. Pretty sure it was for some really petty reason or another. ( I suppose this is one of those things that we'll pretend wasn't stupid and ignore, and in so doing talk less. How incredibly lame breakups are)

My trips been changed to a rescue mission to pick...
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Holy hell batman.

That, is fucked. (switched punctuation! HA!HA)!

In other non - socail news, I'm going to victoria next weekend, by myself, because I'm tired, and the romance is being drained from almost everything by almost everyone I hold dear.

I also got a dire straits vinyl in the mail today. Sweet butt! Now I just need a record player - and to stop...
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So tonight I was about to leave work; as always the last one out; the lights off, the alarm beeping, I realised my keys weren't there - I went back in, punched the numbers and called Steve, fortunately he'll never mention it again.

Four hours later, after listening to Bob Dylan thinking that maybe the cinimatic moments you can pick from songs can't be replicated......
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Letter of resignation!

(this entry has nothing to do with the song of the same name, and everything to do with the process of leaving my stupid weekend job, because, well I wanna. ... all the same, I'm gonna quote the song.)


"Takes a dried up ball-point, lemon juice and water, keeps a diary invisibly, In the kitchen corner of a basement bachelor suite there's...
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The truth is, there is no amount of justification that is without its own.

I ordered more vinyl today. Decided couples are mechanations of belief of personal progress (its not bitterness its excessive and unfair generalisation, but seriously, make the words I love you more robotic, and they'll be recorded in binary.) From a completely observed persective, romance is dead, at the hand of a...
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