Elliot Smith - Needle In The Hay.
Really depressing, in a very upbeat way. Aces.
Christmas soon... Mixed feelings about all that.
Yes, it's getting more commercialized, but if that really bothers you, SWITCH OFF THE TV YOU VEGATABLE FUCK.
Christmas also equals more food, and when I say food, I mean great steaming plates of bleeding flesh. I believe that there are other things to eat as well, but that's the concern of lesser creatures like women and children.
On the Other hand, Christmas is the basecamp of a little trail of angst that starts at my birthday and builds gentley to a climx at new years eve. I tend to get a bit introspective and thoughtful (read as Emo poncy fuck) , And I'll think a lot about my life and where it's heading, when I'd normally be behaving like a Viking.
"Mead! WENCH! Small isolated Coastal monasteries! WENCH! What more does a man need, apart from an evil smelling beard?"
I don't like thinking about myself too much, as it leads me to do funny things, like get involved ina two year long relationship that sucks the life out of your soul and-NO! NO! I WON'T GO BACK!! YOU CAN'T MAKE ME! NO! NEVER!
Anyway, this years christmas while hopefully follow the well worn and fool proof plan demonstrated admirably by my Epicurean Father
MEAT.
BOND FILM.
MEAT.
BEVERAGE.*
SLEEP.
MEAT.
BEVERAGE.
MEAT.
End.
*My dad has beer, I'm sworn off alcohol till the end of my days, so I'll probably just play with my computer, or myself, whichever's easiest.
Really depressing, in a very upbeat way. Aces.
Christmas soon... Mixed feelings about all that.
Yes, it's getting more commercialized, but if that really bothers you, SWITCH OFF THE TV YOU VEGATABLE FUCK.
Christmas also equals more food, and when I say food, I mean great steaming plates of bleeding flesh. I believe that there are other things to eat as well, but that's the concern of lesser creatures like women and children.
On the Other hand, Christmas is the basecamp of a little trail of angst that starts at my birthday and builds gentley to a climx at new years eve. I tend to get a bit introspective and thoughtful (read as Emo poncy fuck) , And I'll think a lot about my life and where it's heading, when I'd normally be behaving like a Viking.
"Mead! WENCH! Small isolated Coastal monasteries! WENCH! What more does a man need, apart from an evil smelling beard?"
I don't like thinking about myself too much, as it leads me to do funny things, like get involved ina two year long relationship that sucks the life out of your soul and-NO! NO! I WON'T GO BACK!! YOU CAN'T MAKE ME! NO! NEVER!
Anyway, this years christmas while hopefully follow the well worn and fool proof plan demonstrated admirably by my Epicurean Father
MEAT.
BOND FILM.
MEAT.
BEVERAGE.*
SLEEP.
MEAT.
BEVERAGE.
MEAT.
End.
*My dad has beer, I'm sworn off alcohol till the end of my days, so I'll probably just play with my computer, or myself, whichever's easiest.
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traumatron:
your manifesto is a fine one!
creamygoodness:
Pffft, empires are easy, I can get another one, all I need is three long pieces of string, a medium-sized courgette and an Eastern European midget called Hans. And an orbital laser.