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| diddle diddle dumbthings 2 say... |
| 06.19.06 (2:10 pm) [edit] |
So here i m again.
One pal emails AND leaves an answering machine message all but bragging that he's going to vegas to see P play.
Another pal comes to visit a friend in town and expects to bang her based on flirtaciousness and either charity or pity.
Despite being a married chap, I have a vacuum where my former friend-support-net used 2 b.
Brothers have jobs and lives of their own, and my father has all but disappeared while my mother prefers to call for free psychoanalysis.
One of two friends in my vicinity is like a live wire attached to the clairvoyant beyond, and the other a workaholic socialite far too busy to remember me or my lovely bride.
If the fellow students of my bride I've been introduced to weren't pressed with the same schedule and responsibilities, they might be available to socialize more often than they do.
I keep putting off getting back to a friend in a neighboring state because I'm so humbled and stunned by the gravity of his home life...I actually don't know what to say.
My analog blog, a notebook descendant with a built-in ribbon bookmark...I think they call it a moleskine...
It's just one of like six or seven different places where my mind vomits flotsam presently.
So I find newish music that I can play and sing along to in a soul-nurturing mantra...
I commit myself to getting the garden weeded, the lawns mowed, and the catboxes cleaned...
and aim myself at getting stuff done; things crossed off my list.
The emotional navelgazing can come later. It usually does...
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At this point in time I am still legally allowed to tell you:
The preceeding post was written while listening to, and inspired by, while not actually infringing upon, the following recordings:
How the story goes - Redwalls
5-22-02 - Golden Smog
crazy (covering gnarls barkley) - nelly furtado
you who - Katherine Whalen
Shiola - Murder By Death
Juicy (jason nevins extended remix) - Better Than Ezra
I Fell In Love Today - Ween
please patron your drm-free digital music services such as eMusic, AudioLunchbox, insound, etc.
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| in desperate need of a month-long weekend |
| 02.09.05 (10:01 am) [edit] |
gigglehockey
mudbucket
dog-garble
My head flows with halfassed made-up words.
I had a computer crash before my lunch break, left the machine rebooting and the job on my desk, figuring it'd be here after the computer finally wanted to WORK again, and my lunchtime had passed.
I come back on time, to nothing on my desk.
If there had been a time-limit on this particular nerve-test, I assume I'd've been notified. Since that wasn't the case...well let's just say I've had QUITE enough of this week.
I wish it would end already. I plan to go home tonight and have myself a few shots of something...crawl into my chair with an "afghan", aim the space-heater at myself, hopefully abduct a lap-cat, and read till my eyes fall out.
You gotta better idea how to repair the week that wouldn't end?
You gotta better idea how to deal with shit that refuses to explain itself or make any semblance of sense?
I am sick of no reasons, sick of no 'Why', and just about a nickle's width from "on-strike"...who's with me?
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| nother day nother msg |
| 10.08.04 (3:29 pm) [edit] |
torn-in-half right-down-tha-middle is how i'm feeling. how R U?
See, there's these two layers of my self.
the patriot, the proud american, is shackled to the wall...being tormented by the news, the people who bring the news, and the impending election.
Will it drag out like it did before? will monsignor bu$h-hole pull another rabbit outta his arse and drag november into december before we find out our country has died?
Can Mr.s Kerry and Edwards really DO any of the things they want to do differently if the majority of the fuckers up there on crapital hill are republicans elected by the same dubious means herr bu$h was?
My brother sweats and sleeps in desert lands...dodging countless calamities, surviving at all costs...what will this experience have done to him should he return to us in one piece?
That's the shortlist of my bum half today...
the other side of me? gonna see some friends soon. gonna visit the mother for her birthday. got LOTS of new music to listen to. Sage Francis cracks me up, talking about all them kids our there 'rockin votes'...
lif and ak are finally done with the Perceptionists' first joint. comes in january. woohoo! finally...
gift of gab's 4th Dimensional Rocketships Going Up really makes me happy. there's places on it where i'm inclined to press skip...but not many...and not often. lyrical acrobatics...maybe that's where ak took his name from...*shrug*
see, half of me is torn up over the grisly things happening to plain old normal iraqis everyday, as much as it is over what's happening to the soliders and guardsmen and women over there attempting to preserve peace in the middle of a centuries' old religious pressure cooker...
so i can sing along with Steve Earle at the stoplights..."if i ever get home to houston alive, i won't drive a truck anymore..."
and the chica at the oil change hut can ask my wife where we got our 'bu$h is a punk-ass chump' bumpersticka...
and the leaves can go from today's yellow thru tomorrow's crimson and fall down after that.
this world is a mess. but it's big enough to seem like a lot less messy right here in front of me. that, my love, and my music R something...and they help a lot.
"buckle up and getcha ride on...
u kno u love 2 getcha fly on...
buckle up and getcha ride on...
u kno u love 2 getcha fly on..." -"Ride On" - Gift of Gab
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| sittin here with my music |
| 09.18.04 (9:22 am) [edit] |
stack of cds slid over across my desk just now...
benefit albums for various groups dissenting and protesting pResident dumbass.
have spent more this year donating to various causes opposing the regime in the white hoose than on music cds. that has to be a first in my lifetime.
know why he's gonna lose bigtime, too.
the polls are outdated foolish yardsticks from the old era, before 9/11, before the net.
the incumbent has outraged more than half his own party base, and refuses to see it coming back to get him.
the challenger is a relief sketch, a detailed opposite of the incumbent in many ways. articulate where the former is mumblesome, lethargic where the former is quick and dumb, and able to change his mind and admit mistakes, where the indumbent is steadfast and arrogant, cannot admit a blunder, and won't take back misspent words or show regret.
who's the better human here? the one who faces intolerance and ignorance and fear and remains openminded and truthful.
even though he doesn't excite me near as much as Misters Kucinich or Dean, Kerry is worlds more qualified for the job of President than Curious George monkeyboy cokehead could ever hope to have been.
-endofline
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| here we R now; goin far now |
| 06.29.04 (11:47 am) [edit] |
will it werk this time? can I finally post? will ppl decipher my latest pseudonym?
identity is disposable nowadays. that's what I like most about it.
the intersection where identity meets internet provides an endless supply of anonymity for the casual nobody.
having come up in a larger than thou high skool, well, I've grown accustomed to being just another barcode in the machine. Maybe not grown accustomed, maybe it was a survival trait that's become accepted.
Either way...betcha can't pick all my names/handles/pseudos/nic ks.
Aside from me myself, I doubt even Big Brother/TIA/CIA/FBI/KGB/E chelon would know the list of disposable identities I've used online in the last 12 years.
Saw Fh911 recently. Michael Moore may be boorish and sluggish when he tries to be funny. But there's always been a populist everyman slant to his material. I know why this man incites flames from the robo-neo-cons.
He's authentic. He may be an average joe who came into money by doing honest work. But he's also got something that the entire Right Wing/GOP will never have.
He has a soul. He cares when things go wrong. He wants poverty abolished, and he believes poor people and those on the bottom of the melting pot do far more important things with munny than those who just toss their Bush Tax Cut on the heaps with the rest of their millions.
Bush is a patent total loser bastard punk mf. He deserves to be tarred and feathered on live worldwide television and strapped to a rocket with EVERY MEMBER of his cabinet AND party, and launched into orbit to burn up on reentry.
That's Cheney, Ashcroft, Rumsfeld, Ridge, Rice, Rove, Scalia, Powell (the father and the son), and that asshat Frist just for good measure. In all their tarred-feathered glory strapped to the side of a heavy-payload rocket with steel cables...(still conscious and screaming about Saddam and Osama's torrid sex video...U know...the 1 with Paris Hilton.)
never to assault our wonderful country,
nor our blessed Bill of Rights,
nor our beloved Constitution,
EVER
EVER
again!
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| test test |
| 05.10.04 (12:53 pm) [edit] |
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test test :twisted:
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