Sick again. I swear i've been sick like 6 or 7 times in the past two years. This is just too much. I think my immune system is fucked from narcotics. But the strange thing is that now that i'm sick I must take more narcotics to supress the demon called cold. Will it ever end? I wonder if anyone will read this since I know zero people on this site.
I played SxSW last year and this punk ass muthafucker I met took me to this show at a nearby bar. It was friends of his and it was suicide girls. My first introduction. There were two girls in g-strings dancing on the shut-down bar( fucking closed,i.e. sober) in front of ten people. It was pretty fucking lame, but none the less i remembered the suicide girls. Maybe it's just a good marketing sceme. Anyways, i'll be down there this year and i hope to see some fucking fireworks.
Flash to chicago. It's snowy and the lights are dim. Walking down the ave i feel as though i'm stuck in a mariachi film. It's as if mexico was transplanted in the midwest. When i get to the corner there's a large sign above the storefront which reads "Orange Crush Grocery". It takes me a second to register that this should be in spanish. Que onda? Habla espanol? There is no response, check your pulse.
Flash to Camogli, the italian rivera. This is the place that Pesto was invented. I awake from a dream and realize that i must write the worst novel ever. I have an idea of what it could be, but even better, I have a title. " Heaven, remember me(maybe)" This is the type of peice-of-shit dreams are made of. In case you don't know Camogli (pronounced Ka-mole-lee), is a small port town with a pop. of about six thou. The town begins with a little beach where the waves crash like that pearl jam video( i know what a gay-ass reference) and the mountains strectch upwards in both directions. Cliffs and water. Que bellavista! Next to the beach is a church with a clock tower that chimes every 15 min., how strange. It's actually quite useful if you're sleeping and want to know if it's time to get up. Non posso aspettare ritornare a Camogli.
Flash to my photo. That's me on the right, and that' the demon in Jacob's Ladder on the left. This is my corporate sell-out group. We suck satan's cock daily for cash. We love to do environmentally damaging contracts. In fact, if they pay me enough, I'll even support Bush.
Flash to me putting a car key through the flesh of my left fore-arm.
I played SxSW last year and this punk ass muthafucker I met took me to this show at a nearby bar. It was friends of his and it was suicide girls. My first introduction. There were two girls in g-strings dancing on the shut-down bar( fucking closed,i.e. sober) in front of ten people. It was pretty fucking lame, but none the less i remembered the suicide girls. Maybe it's just a good marketing sceme. Anyways, i'll be down there this year and i hope to see some fucking fireworks.
Flash to chicago. It's snowy and the lights are dim. Walking down the ave i feel as though i'm stuck in a mariachi film. It's as if mexico was transplanted in the midwest. When i get to the corner there's a large sign above the storefront which reads "Orange Crush Grocery". It takes me a second to register that this should be in spanish. Que onda? Habla espanol? There is no response, check your pulse.
Flash to Camogli, the italian rivera. This is the place that Pesto was invented. I awake from a dream and realize that i must write the worst novel ever. I have an idea of what it could be, but even better, I have a title. " Heaven, remember me(maybe)" This is the type of peice-of-shit dreams are made of. In case you don't know Camogli (pronounced Ka-mole-lee), is a small port town with a pop. of about six thou. The town begins with a little beach where the waves crash like that pearl jam video( i know what a gay-ass reference) and the mountains strectch upwards in both directions. Cliffs and water. Que bellavista! Next to the beach is a church with a clock tower that chimes every 15 min., how strange. It's actually quite useful if you're sleeping and want to know if it's time to get up. Non posso aspettare ritornare a Camogli.
Flash to my photo. That's me on the right, and that' the demon in Jacob's Ladder on the left. This is my corporate sell-out group. We suck satan's cock daily for cash. We love to do environmentally damaging contracts. In fact, if they pay me enough, I'll even support Bush.
Flash to me putting a car key through the flesh of my left fore-arm.