Saturday Mar 26, 2005

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So here i fucking am at 20 of 5 in the A.M. Jamming out. Man the cops havent arrived yet. I wonder if I'm losing my edge. The boys in blue babeeeeeeeeeeee, better party crashers than any fucking parents in my teenage years. I think I'll play until the sun comes up or until the fuckers in with the Silly clubs arrive. You know what? I think I wanna hear " Nights in White Satin" by the Moody Blues really goddamn loud. Tell you what. Jam that fucking song out and change a bit of perspective. LOL, won't make ya bad. Oh, so anyway this old school Irish fucker wants me and my Pack to hang out in his bar. He told me he won't throw me out like most of the other bars in this town already have. This mad fucker had ink all over his arms and skull. I bet he has some fucking stories to tell. Stevie wonder is on VH1 right now. I like Stevie wonder, and Michael Jackson fuckers. Same old story. Freak attacked by crowd. Granted I think that the old Wacko Jacko is nuts but not enough for a conviction, besides, money always wins out in the end. Wanna walk for a crime, get a bit of money and a GODDAMN GOOD LAWYER.

Fucking A, theres a lit cigarette here abouts some where, I can see the smoke, maybe its a filter, fuck it..........L8er.......Aj
scandi_rose:
i agree about Jacko. i think the accuser is more wacko than jacko is. Moody's are cool but nobody seems to get them anymore. and no one seems to want to admit to listening to them. eeek funny i still see them live every chance i get and for free even. tongue but then being a pal of Grahme Edge does have its privy's tongue
abyssia:
Thank you and Happy Easter! Or as I said as a kid, "Hoppy Easter, Easter Bunny!!!" I was thinking about the Last Supper and how Jesus told his gang to eat and drink him and a strange thought crossed my mind - what if they really did? No body left.... And doing crazy shit like that is enough to make even the most devout cult follower see all manner of crazy shit. I used to think of him resting peacefully in the tomb today. On Good Friday I would be silent from noon until three in the afternoon thinking about the nailing up and the forgiving of the one's who did it and the pain and Longinus and all that.... At three I'd breathe a huge sigh of relief, knowing his body was out of pain. Oh, I did this all on my own. I was a weird kid. Tested holy water for holiness with alka seltzer yet meditated on the horrible death of Jesus for hours.... Go figure.

I agree with everything you said in this post - especially the Moody Blues part.... Oh, and when invited to a bar... well, I'd have to go just out of curiosity!

I'm sure I'll be writing something or other again soon. Eventually, the shit has got to come out.

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