What fucking day is this? You turn around and it's three weeks later. Whipping on by like an advertisssment. Not enough hours in the day. Old songs. Ones that no one wishes to hear. Can't be bothered with being brought down! Why the long face, pardner? Cheer up...go dancing. Maybe get some shopping in. Put some knives right through your neck and bleed all over the place. Get some attention from your arterial spray! The kids might think the slushy machine's broke! Have a ball!
Took part in a mammoth 140 minute psychadelic ho-down yesterday. Very rewarding session of rejecting form and direction. We are the wheel of the universe. Had to say I started a 20 minute folk tribute to Glenn Fry. Lots of tribal yelps, sqwaks, barks, howls, laughs, and bellows. Between the jibba-jabba were shouts of SMUGGLER'S BLUES and THE HEAT IS ON. Do I look down upon Glenn Fry with the hipster mindset? No. Why spend time disliking something when you can simply not exist with Glenn Fry? I never understood the hipster/indie recycling of passe industry people and making new material out of it. As in with the whole Emo/Indie Rock mock-worship of hair metal and the mullet culture. You mean to tell me you fucking diary dopes are up on the food chain from Joe Bagodoughnuts and his Triumph t-shirt because you wear your hair like Duran Duran and listen to Weezer and The Get-up Kids? We all slop together in the feed pit. My obsession with Jandek and Edgar Varese does not give me a pedastol to shout down from. I am a sloppy savage. You...yeah you...with the Bright Eyes CD...you're just a bunch of disposable skin. It aint new bub...just enjoy. However poisonous Glenn Fry may or may not be from success....he's still right here in the fucking slaughterhouse. Let's all not-exist with each other. Keep it simple like the salmon, maybe.
Where have the last six months gone? What have I gained from the last six months? Everything is moving away from me. Time, people, money, civilization, literature, work, hate, love, chaos, order, film, music. Shot down the opposite direction of a vacuum tube while I perch and gaze. Feels like losing limbs and organs. Very strange and discomforting.
HANDS UP WHO WANTS TO DIE?
Someday I think I'll cut him down
SOUNDTRACK OF THE DAY
The Germs "Lion's Share"
Took part in a mammoth 140 minute psychadelic ho-down yesterday. Very rewarding session of rejecting form and direction. We are the wheel of the universe. Had to say I started a 20 minute folk tribute to Glenn Fry. Lots of tribal yelps, sqwaks, barks, howls, laughs, and bellows. Between the jibba-jabba were shouts of SMUGGLER'S BLUES and THE HEAT IS ON. Do I look down upon Glenn Fry with the hipster mindset? No. Why spend time disliking something when you can simply not exist with Glenn Fry? I never understood the hipster/indie recycling of passe industry people and making new material out of it. As in with the whole Emo/Indie Rock mock-worship of hair metal and the mullet culture. You mean to tell me you fucking diary dopes are up on the food chain from Joe Bagodoughnuts and his Triumph t-shirt because you wear your hair like Duran Duran and listen to Weezer and The Get-up Kids? We all slop together in the feed pit. My obsession with Jandek and Edgar Varese does not give me a pedastol to shout down from. I am a sloppy savage. You...yeah you...with the Bright Eyes CD...you're just a bunch of disposable skin. It aint new bub...just enjoy. However poisonous Glenn Fry may or may not be from success....he's still right here in the fucking slaughterhouse. Let's all not-exist with each other. Keep it simple like the salmon, maybe.
Where have the last six months gone? What have I gained from the last six months? Everything is moving away from me. Time, people, money, civilization, literature, work, hate, love, chaos, order, film, music. Shot down the opposite direction of a vacuum tube while I perch and gaze. Feels like losing limbs and organs. Very strange and discomforting.
HANDS UP WHO WANTS TO DIE?
Someday I think I'll cut him down
SOUNDTRACK OF THE DAY
The Germs "Lion's Share"
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fu:
life is the wheel. when it all comes back around is it dirtier or cleaner?
electricmainline:
Don't forget to give me yer address.