So my life is routine now. Routine tired and routine moderate drunken afternoons that culminate with a blacked out Friday night. It isn't mediocre unless you have some higher goal. I only want to play my teeny tiny little role in Marx's vision. I figured this out last Friday while drinking some weird Continental beer with spaghetti. I figured out that I don't give a shit about anything except working until I understand what working people find most important. And then I'll have good groundwork for writing something that isn't lame, but is hopefully very repetitive.
I DLed The Bends (old radiohead) from 3030vision last night, unbeknownst (*?) to him. And I got my father's old Marantz 2070 receiver and bitchin Marantz speakers... When you listen to music on good equipment, it sounds totally different. Everything on this setup sounds warm--like you're fucking sitting in the room with the band...a velvet room, at that...with ceramic naked chicks for tables...and chocolate milk (because white milk is fucking nasty).
I shudder at the thought of being forced to drink white milk. My mom didn't stop that until I was 9 or 10. There is no telling how many times I fell asleep at the kitchen table because I was too stubborn to drink the shit, and she was too stubborn to let me get up until I did...
I fucking hate white milk. Cows are for killing and eating, not suckling. Suckling a cow just ain't right. Slaughtering it and drinking its blood in prime rib form...now that's just fucking good.
Especially with mashed potatos....mmmmm...mashed potatos...
Fuck off.
**my best friend killed himself 10 years ago today, about 2 hrs ago, to be exact. Don't kill yourself, because that is stupid.
I DLed The Bends (old radiohead) from 3030vision last night, unbeknownst (*?) to him. And I got my father's old Marantz 2070 receiver and bitchin Marantz speakers... When you listen to music on good equipment, it sounds totally different. Everything on this setup sounds warm--like you're fucking sitting in the room with the band...a velvet room, at that...with ceramic naked chicks for tables...and chocolate milk (because white milk is fucking nasty).
I shudder at the thought of being forced to drink white milk. My mom didn't stop that until I was 9 or 10. There is no telling how many times I fell asleep at the kitchen table because I was too stubborn to drink the shit, and she was too stubborn to let me get up until I did...
I fucking hate white milk. Cows are for killing and eating, not suckling. Suckling a cow just ain't right. Slaughtering it and drinking its blood in prime rib form...now that's just fucking good.
Especially with mashed potatos....mmmmm...mashed potatos...
Fuck off.
**my best friend killed himself 10 years ago today, about 2 hrs ago, to be exact. Don't kill yourself, because that is stupid.
what i really hate is eggs. my mom never forced me to eat them but she would cook them every morning despite me saying that i didn't want them and didn't like them. it was either eat the eggs or eat nothing so i ate nothing. i think she really thought i would give up being stubborn one day, figure out that i liked them and eat them. she still offers me eggs..and i still HATE them!!