so this weekend is going to be epic-i know, i know, i am a living epic-and it's so exciting. to set it off right i bought prince's "1999", which is totally unnecessary until you think about how prince is the best way to get in the mood to live like time's about to run out in 20-ZERO-ZERO. it's just the state of mind and i got paid and then some, which could mean that i sell sex on the side, but it could also mean i spend time in airports drinking 4 dollar domestics watching the blue-teethes and blackberries get fresh. back on track, the weekend has begun because i bought a party album. then it continues because i'm seeing ratatat tomorrow which isn't something that gets me SUPERSTOKED CPS (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Super_Soaker) (i'll get better at making this pretty, i promise) but i've heard good things and i always like getting the yayas out. plus, i'll probably drink a lot of pomegranate vodka and XXX vitamin water. or something. pretty lights. also, i'm playing tennis. so posh. but it's really sort of depressing where i play. like a set from little children. the leaves and the clouds and mothers and me thinking about to be or not to be. then i need to make a tshirt that flashes. whatever. thursday i get to be alone. or no mother home. book clubs where she's reading books that i KNOW she doesn't like but i would (the new paul auster if you want to get all personal about it). friday starts with me going to work then leaving work for work related reasons. I MIGHT GET PIZZA OR DONUTS. i think these are the two most uplifting foods for me. i mean, there are always smiles. ate out of a trash bag of donuts last week, for the 2nd time in my life, which you should be jealous of. anyways then i get to piss off the rest of my friday. also, my psycho coworker got fired. which is good but i'm worried about her getting edmond/sherrill on me (see: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Patrick_Sherrill). they'd surely say i got cornered by pam, that's a frame reference you dolt. or maybe it'd just change the meaning of getting framed. ANYWAYS...i'm gonna go see lil' wayne which is the biggest news but i'm sick of this. and it loses steam because i'm a ramblin' train. but it's going to be off the hook. i can't wait to see a real event in the BOK center. tulsa is making me beyond proud, i put my face twixt her legs just at the right (uncross left) time. then maybe leon russel on saturday at quiktripfest (see: hanson). more reasons to prop tulsa. well i'm stoked. it's time to blast off. i need tires. and i'm tired. and i wanna get drunk with peeps but most likely not.
::sigh::
gall-vine
n.p. the lesser, second television album, "adventure." i want that zipup though. and a poster of it's cover.
btw i want to go to casinos and sexshows which is surely why you read this whole thing. whoevs you is.
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
Monday, September 15, 2008
"what in god's name is a mollusk?"
power, glory, control, and freedom. those are my thoughts right now. and then obtuse things like, "the degenerate sat and drank cheaply vodka, his thoughts directly on balding but more abstractly the depression." it's all so whatevs. .33333333 the way through if...and truly enjoying it. i had to escape to cigarettes and the forceful need to BLUGH. i dunno, i fig're it has to be forced at this point. so misdirected but it's something, right? i wish i could say i felt deformed but that would not be true. it's just it. that movie just has me thinking about all the times boring myself in silence, listening to stories of nationalism. and then i just jump to white people's racism. not like in europe but here in this orphan nation. i mean, look at what the european identity is. black america saved so many white people from the restrictive nature of cultural habits. this is so not thought out. or probably even remotely true but it's so uptight. and dull. and depressed. a people are evil. it all revolves around "iffffff......." and wine. some of this should be quoted because it's not me speaking but others but i don't care if i confuse you and i really doubt that you care either. shrouds.
i went to a free showing on suffragettes which should be stated in an OBVIOUS david bowie reff but you think that's cheap and i don't care. i fell asleep but i was tired and not just bored. but bull durham's lover doesn't exactly have the most engaging of voices especially in the mid-90s. women applauded constantly. to be taken for granted. i continue to find men difficult to engage. or more appropriately unnecessary to do so. most often guarded and pretentious. upholding standards. and i probably do it too. but i can't help but find it boring and therefore find them too difficult to talk to too often. this is NOT me.
it's all just a hidden cigarette that is such a self-lie because of obvious reasons or i'm no carmen sandiago. and i can't stop listening to new order. or drinking. but the alone time has been nice and the reading is good. the blind monkey is sleeping in the ashes, silly goose.
with apologies,
g.od d.amn ward
power, glory, control, and freedom. those are my thoughts right now. and then obtuse things like, "the degenerate sat and drank cheaply vodka, his thoughts directly on balding but more abstractly the depression." it's all so whatevs. .33333333 the way through if...and truly enjoying it. i had to escape to cigarettes and the forceful need to BLUGH. i dunno, i fig're it has to be forced at this point. so misdirected but it's something, right? i wish i could say i felt deformed but that would not be true. it's just it. that movie just has me thinking about all the times boring myself in silence, listening to stories of nationalism. and then i just jump to white people's racism. not like in europe but here in this orphan nation. i mean, look at what the european identity is. black america saved so many white people from the restrictive nature of cultural habits. this is so not thought out. or probably even remotely true but it's so uptight. and dull. and depressed. a people are evil. it all revolves around "iffffff......." and wine. some of this should be quoted because it's not me speaking but others but i don't care if i confuse you and i really doubt that you care either. shrouds.
i went to a free showing on suffragettes which should be stated in an OBVIOUS david bowie reff but you think that's cheap and i don't care. i fell asleep but i was tired and not just bored. but bull durham's lover doesn't exactly have the most engaging of voices especially in the mid-90s. women applauded constantly. to be taken for granted. i continue to find men difficult to engage. or more appropriately unnecessary to do so. most often guarded and pretentious. upholding standards. and i probably do it too. but i can't help but find it boring and therefore find them too difficult to talk to too often. this is NOT me.
it's all just a hidden cigarette that is such a self-lie because of obvious reasons or i'm no carmen sandiago. and i can't stop listening to new order. or drinking. but the alone time has been nice and the reading is good. the blind monkey is sleeping in the ashes, silly goose.
with apologies,
g.od d.amn ward
Sunday, September 14, 2008
my first criticisms!
"this is hard to read"
"the colors are awful on my screen"
the other day someone thought i was a pimp which might just mean that they think my friends and me are meth heads who will do anything for money. i ponder. but seriously do you need any help? just get in my truck, i've got some hemp rope and we can play tie up for fun or for forty dollars. it's a play on irl situations and words at the same time. i digress. remember that i hate the word resplended. OH! last night over hard news i had stereotypes shattered over magic: the gathering players! blacks with cool hoodies do this too! AT WHATABURGER. the world never ceases to amaze.
"the colors are awful on my screen"
the other day someone thought i was a pimp which might just mean that they think my friends and me are meth heads who will do anything for money. i ponder. but seriously do you need any help? just get in my truck, i've got some hemp rope and we can play tie up for fun or for forty dollars. it's a play on irl situations and words at the same time. i digress. remember that i hate the word resplended. OH! last night over hard news i had stereotypes shattered over magic: the gathering players! blacks with cool hoodies do this too! AT WHATABURGER. the world never ceases to amaze.
whine4winos/2real4words
i need to learn how to use this. first posts are always the worst, in a very different way then how the last drink is always the worst. that can also mean a lot of different things but primarily i mean that it means the night is over, not the whole vomcity on the blue bonnets . you wouldn't have guessed but my musical choice is u2's "the joshua tree." he's embarrassed and feels like he's being usurped by his past. the shame of it but in honestly it's a good album. and the wine fits. hohum. without much umpf it begins. but sometimes men take big steps with short dorks. lil' wayne and beyond. it's all i can think. the confussion of blues harmonica on a u2 album.
love,
faggav.
p.s. i'm afraid my neck is about to snap and there isn't even a large russian behind me!
love,
faggav.
p.s. i'm afraid my neck is about to snap and there isn't even a large russian behind me!
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