It’s been a long time since I’ve posted, so here goes nothing. I’ve been trying to figure life out these past few months. Or whatever you want to call it. I know it sounds lame, but I, like many others, have no idea what the purpose of life is. I’ve gotten by all these years by convincing myself that wealth and gain are hollow ventures. Instead of these a particular function of life comes...
I have no idea
A dream I had the other night
Every named character is a good friend in real life, except for Sarah, who is my sister (and also my best friend) in real life It is nighttime, and we are having a birthday party for mike at our fancy beach house. There is a nurse there. We are excited because mike is going to hook up with her. Snack is there, and he is trying to get Brad to hook up with this tall, white Australian woman. He...
5 to 7 Days
Wooded, grounded; All - surrounded - Life like beaming heads All wrapped up, dead; Wants far instead - Wooded, Mounted; Guns were sounded - Write up scattered thoughts Ground up what I brought; Alone is what caught - Widowed, bedded Down what ended; Minds have gathered weeds - They sowed the many seeds; abundance what they breed - Wizened, shedded All the dreaded Thoughts of...
I’m exhausted; I’m exhausted; I’m exhausted - To sleep and not wake up; To sleep and not wake up - Finally
You know, dog, I’m not wearing these socks because they’re comfortable. You see, when people are employed (although I don’t have a job, so who am I kidding?) they have to look nice. they wear these long, dark, sharp-looking socks because that’s just what you wear when you’re someone important, at least in the corporate world. And all these people wear their...
The poem that Storm Winds Sail's lyrics are based...
Buffalo, NY : Storm winds sail Northern gail Skin like shale Fucking stale! - Wake up wet Get ‘em dead Fake his debt Kill the rest! - Wanton winds Dress for death! Sheets for rain I’ll be next- - Made up good- Princess look Fat white ball Dig in hooks! - Wet a deck Shake the heat He’s all next Take the beat - Fake a shit Mother’s fawn Dead duck...
The Lyrics to the Song: Storm Winds Sail
Storm Winds Sail: Storm winds sail Northern gail Skin so stale like fucking shale - Wake up wet And get ‘em dead He’ll fake his death and kill the rest - Wanton winds to dress for death Sheets for rain we’ll all be next Made up good a princess covered book - Fat white ball to dig in hooks Wet the deck a shaking heat My man’s next I know he’ll take the...
Fucking guys and their cocksure bullshit. Sometimes The way they strut and try to look tough just says “Look at me I’m an aquaintance rapist”. All they look for is fights. I was hanging out with one the other day and when his friend wouldn’t hurry up he called him a little faggot. Where the fuck does he get off? Who the fuck does he think he is, using that word like he owns it. Hey man, quit being...
Richard Skelton — Little Knives
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THIS IS WHAT HAPPENS A.K.A. STOP BEING AWFUL
The golden color of this - Pimm’s #1 and some Canadian Club what have you, delicately blended with a bit of dry vermouth - is the thing I hope will eventually reach down into my subconscious and pull out something that you, the viewer, will find meaningful. I hope it will be like commercials with vibrant and diverse landscapes cut with bedroom acoustic Leo Kottke wish-we-weres and...
Dear The Edge Ready Room, Wearing a jacket and vest with no tie and the top button unbuttoned looks like shit. -Me P.S. your commercial is an awful piece of outmoded sexist bullshit
I used to think that the way to be strong, was to be tough. I used to think that...– Portia de Rossi (via e-pic)
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The Cars (20) Broadcast (6) Hall & Oates (3) Elvis Costello (2) Cursive (1) Imported from Last.fm Tumblr by JoeLaz
While the rest of the world is converting material into a mediocre utilitarian...– Anthony Cragg, part of “Cutting up Material”
We're all such great conversationalists
“I need to drink this beer” “Why?!” “What?” _ “Dude I really need to spray right now” “Yea, I really gotta poop too but I know if I get on the pot I won’t poop at all; I’ll just fart a bunch” _ “DICKS DICKS DICKS DICKS” “USE WORDS” “DICKS IS WORDS” _ “I like yoghurt because...
Help me out! I get my first 900$ paycheck tomorrow and I’m gonna blow it all on tattoos I’ve been planning on getting for a while! (also rent, mics, and a new bike, but these are all secondary expenses…) So, where should I get em? I’m gonna be getting the HRC logo: and the Pansexual symbol: I just don’t know where to put ‘em. Thoughts?
Bathroom bullshit redux - By, Ivan Coyote →
cassket: A couple of months ago I wrote a column here called “Dear Lady in the Women’s Washroom” (Xtra #472, Sept 22). I wrote it shortly after returning from a visit to Granville Island with my sweetheart, where I had just endured yet another gender-panic-related “bathroom incident.” This particular time, a woman had screeched at the top of her lungs when I had entered the “ladies” washroom,...
It’s been so long since I’ve listened to Ladies Of The Canyon - totally forgot how fucking beautiful every song on this album is
Him (me) : us (we)
Everything is too perfect. And perfection is not attractive. I look at myself in the mirror and notice my love handles - these disgusting, bulging flaps of skin that hang over the rim of my jeans. I remember the term ‘muffin topper’ and think about how unattractive the visualization I get in my mind is when I hear that term. Am I a ‘muffin topper’? Will people find me...
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A poem for a friend
I remember The Cribs, The romantic and the realist, The sunny days filled with hope and anticipation before we cared, before money mattered and all all we could do was look ahead, The love that we all had for observation and to gather a connection, The call on the campus lawn at a picnic table in the bright light of the dark night where we knew the same things even though we couldn’t be...
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There’s a depth of wealth that can’t be pierced by my limits, I know it! Something I’m not learned enough to discern. A murky depth, Wherein even when I hold my breath, my lungs lack capacity and I’ll surely drown! No matter to what extent I explore; I’ll always ignore more and more things and they’ll be lost to me. They’re not important. They’ll...
the human condition
fluidly: I. why was what we have ever called the human condition it sounds like a disease a contagious illness, something sad and melancholy and helpless and lonely and if only we could think the human composition maybe we could feel like musical measures or visual treasures in a beautifully pieced together mixed media collage and maybe then we could even feel united instead of divided, broken...
Fragment II; A one sided conversation with a dream
Hey, what’s the deal with you anyways? I dunno how long I’ve been sitting here waiting for a response, but safe to say its about goddamn TIME. Does that frighten/worry/anger you? I sure hope not, cause if it did I’d be in quite a position. A position of rage? Of opposition? of requisition? Of INQUISITION? I don’t like that tone, OK? I don’t like it at all. In fact,...
Fragment I; Harmony
It must’ve been a thousand years here, the old windowed stream of ancient energy that flowed outwards from the cracks. Enough noise had been made here that even now, after all these years of silence, the clamor still stuck to the breath of the air. It was part of it, one big gesture of nature that would complete itself only in in nature’s final moments. I was seeing but a single moment...
My Top 5 Artists (Week Ending 2011-9-25) →
The Raincoats (81) Rites of Spring (20) Circle of Ouroborus (13) Gotye (11) Collections of Colonies of Bees (10) Imported from Last.fm Tumblr by JoeLaz
Be kinder than necessary, for everyone you meet is fighting some kind of...– James M. Barrie (via robintheshrew)
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