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WHAT IS AND WHAT SHOULD NEVER BE

2011-02-21T18:11:00.001-08:00

The machines all around become, become connected become Thing, become Movie, machines are light, very fucking bright. I saw a new hamburger restaraunt last night. It became mighty. This light zaps. What a sight. It made her hair purple and stockings bright. It made pizza taste good. It made the album called Disintegration by the Cure in 1989. I am on pills. Are you on pills? Can I touch your pussy in the dark, under a lamp? Romanticism, romantic glow. I love. Writing is fun. Like the Industrial Revolution. A nation of boutiques. I jerk off in public sinks. So pretty. Pretty sad, pretty boots, pretty guns that shoot feelings and conscience. I like early 80s movies, happy fun and tragic purple hair. Lord, it’s a Bourgeoisie town. The suburbs. Basements. Led Zeppelin. Tunnels. Led Zeppelin. The Virgin Suicides. Disintegration. Romeo and Juliette. Dark tunnels. Hot sun. Hot Toddy. Hot 19 year old girl who talks too much. Dracula’s Castle. Led Zeppelin. I did not say much to that other and her otherness, I didn’t scratch any itches with her, I just said I liked her boots and she liked that and it was nice. And then I sat and waited for the next sweet situation, without taking an overdose on government information. I love purple hair and fun. I guess we’re all mutants, turning into light. This year was sweet and sour like sweet and sour skittles. I am not a reincarnation. I am just another open book. A book about old money gone limp and lame like an X-box game. I like cities that have ceilings as high as cathedrals. I like to explore space. I got some here, there and now. New cake is fun. Boredom is dumb. Don’t join the dumb club. There are pigs in space. Muppets exist. Ask the Queen. All you need is jokes and money, maybe some love.

THE TRUTH BEHIND LIVE WITH REGIS AND KELLY

2011-02-21T17:18:00.000-08:00

America is addicted to sexy legs. America wants to go on a date with Carrie Underwood, and recite to her some Lord Byron. America invented the jean jacket and a lot of strange comic books about strange adventures and supernatural troubles. Some kids sleep in bunk beds. And some kids trade crazy VHS tapes about dangerous stuff, real girls with real troubles and blood, talking poetic, sad from magic. Canada has a radio station. That radio station used to have a show called Brave New Waves. Carrie Underwood is pretty sexy. A nuclear weapon is hard to understand, like DNA. You can get books on all of these topics at Amazon.ca. Are there any pretty girls in your class? Do they know about the history of Pop Art and UFOs and BIG BOMBS? Can you make them feel grumpy? Can you invite them over to teach them about history? Everything has a history. You can get a job teaching history and history has a channel. The most popular topic is Hitler, and after that the Popes. I have yet to see a good show on the Spanish Inqusition. Saturday Night Live has had some great bands on over the years. Fear and Nirvana are two. The Strokes played a good set too. Carrie Underwood is sexy. UFOs aren’t as important as child poverty or poisoned cereal. I hope Kellogg’s isn’t slowly killing us all off. UFOs aren’t dumbing us down. Psychedelia isn’t just about sound. It’s about surviving poisoned cereal by becoming retarded. Candy is sweet. Carrie Underwood is pretty. Protect your penis. Don’t burn L.A. to the ground. It has some wicked bands, some dead and gone like Friedrich Nietzsche. Try out a girlfriend. Send poems to Time magazine. Then try stringing up a web. Ghost Rider was a cool comic. Japan has interesting violence. Werewolves in the woods. Some guys read all about Nazis. You used to be able to get paid doing just that.

2010-02-06T16:25:00.000-08:00

I am starting a new blog soon, maybe tonight. I am listening to Red Mass, admiring paintings online, thinking about haunting a house and later on I will watch Mother of Tears. I will watch Mother of Tears because I like the title and the trailer. Sorry for all of the name dropping. I hope it wasn't too vulgar for you.

Things that are too bad:

-Robert Smith is really fat.
-People die.
-Arthritis.
-Homeless people in winter.
(First one was kind of a joke).

Things that would be really great:

-Marilyn Manson asking me to tour with him with my rock band.
-Having a cool backdrop/banner with my band's name on it.
-Curing arthritis, alzhiemer's and AIDS.

2009-11-22T12:37:00.000-08:00

Arrogance is one of those things to work with. We're not really flawed. Paranoia is nothing if you expect nothing from others. Give away stuff, just to see what will happen. It's a challenge to stay in this game. Let the whole world win. Let the whole world shit their rice out.

2009-11-21T16:01:00.000-08:00

2009-11-21T15:36:00.000-08:00

Many months ago, I felt more seperate from Everything Else than I have ever felt. There was still Me, and there was still Everything Else, we were just seperate: The World and I. It was romantic, like a fairytale. It was nice. It was so nice and pretty and sweet. I have since discovered the Friendly Dimension. I don't know exactly what this other thing I've described was, or if it's still there. It was pretty shiny; it was pretty bright. But it's not Now. Or was it?

the economist should just be a website soon

2009-11-20T20:07:00.000-08:00

i find the news
hard to
get into,
but the myth of faust
as metaphor
for
modern man
is fun to exlpore,
and x-files is
a good show
with pretty shadows
and wonderful evil
to watch
with a girl;
i would like to make
a show
for you
to watch
with your girl
as it rains

in all the endless years

2009-11-20T19:11:00.000-08:00

the events
closest to your body
are what
make you most

now distance for now

2009-11-20T18:53:00.000-08:00

esoteric,
you made the treasure
more hidden:
things are better;
now we move
and it is so fun
because
she is

beautiful again

and everything is useful
endless likeness

human legs

always

2008-03-07T16:40:00.000-08:00

i'm so sad that my leather boots got stretched from walking in the snow. i've wanted those boots for years. they used to feel perfect. now they just make me sad.

yeah, that's me - the guy who cares about his leather boots, the guy who likes them so much that he sleeps with them on and wears them walking in slush. it's so tragic how footwear gets saggy and scruffy if you wear it exclusively and obsessively.

2008-02-29T22:14:00.001-08:00

i'm in the friendly dimension. i can do anything and anything is nice. there are people to say hello to. there are cats to pat. there are people who want to be killed. everything is neat. it's cool. it's a trip. it's friendly. everything has it's place: even sadness, lonliness and obesity. there is something for everyone in this neat dimension: all kinds of smiles, pizza toppings and rpgs (role playing games). it's so friendly. everyone wants to do friendly things to you. don't be scared.

2008-02-27T20:22:00.000-08:00

I got kind of worried that I was a bunny instead of a dragon. But I guess I've always been a dragon. I'm pretty proud that I'm a dragon. How could any dragon not be? I wouldn't be proud to be a bunny. I am what I am.

2008-02-22T15:17:00.001-08:00