One of my best friends in the entire world is moving away from Provo.
So long, Blanktext.
I'm reviewing Merzbow, and it's making my ear bleed.
The internet is the product of ennui...which in turn produces more ennui.
This afternoon I dreamed that I was the leader of some gang and we destroyed two stores in Ogden, Utah. We shot everything up, smashed glass, killed people, I think, and repeated it again and again. For some reason, I felt that I wouldn't be recognized so I hung around downtown immediately after -- I think I had the idea that if you are there, it's the last place they'll look for you. However, this damn restaurant owner seemed to recognize me...so I changed my glasses (dreams are funny). I kept running and running and accidentally phoned Malia when I was trying to phone Christy.
Running and running.
I woke up, thanked *God* my reality is what it is, then fell back to sleep...dreaming of being lost at the airport...then the previous dream crept back in.
Blanktext reminded me about the whole idea of Shadow Self as defined by Thomas Moore -- when I decide to be something I immediately create an opposite of me...lurking out there. It's ture, but I would really like to smash a restaurant...specifically Olive Garden...or TGI Fridays...or Joe's Crab shack. I also want to hear the sound a backhoe makes when crashing down a 1000 ft. cliff, but that doesn't make me evil...right?
cruisin mos espa in my delorian
war's over I'm a peacetime madalorian
my story has stumped star wars historians
deep in deabte buffet plate at bennigans
rhyme renegade sure to penetrate
first and second defense I won't hesitate
got a job to do darth's the guy that delegates
got something against skywalker someone he really hates
I don't give a fuck I'm after solo
For all I care he could be hiding at yoda's dojo
Got make the money credit's no good
When the jawas run the shop in your neighborhood
Think you can cook I got a grappling hook
Let's make this quick cuz I'm really booked
I'm a devious degenerate, defender of the devil
Shut down all the trash compactor's on the detention level
chorus
My backpack's got jets
I'm boba the fett
I bounty hunt for jaba hut
To finance my vette
I chill in deep space
A mask is over my face
I deliver the prize but I still narrow my eyes
Cuz my time I don't like to waste.
Get down
So long, Blanktext.
I'm reviewing Merzbow, and it's making my ear bleed.
The internet is the product of ennui...which in turn produces more ennui.
This afternoon I dreamed that I was the leader of some gang and we destroyed two stores in Ogden, Utah. We shot everything up, smashed glass, killed people, I think, and repeated it again and again. For some reason, I felt that I wouldn't be recognized so I hung around downtown immediately after -- I think I had the idea that if you are there, it's the last place they'll look for you. However, this damn restaurant owner seemed to recognize me...so I changed my glasses (dreams are funny). I kept running and running and accidentally phoned Malia when I was trying to phone Christy.
Running and running.
I woke up, thanked *God* my reality is what it is, then fell back to sleep...dreaming of being lost at the airport...then the previous dream crept back in.
Blanktext reminded me about the whole idea of Shadow Self as defined by Thomas Moore -- when I decide to be something I immediately create an opposite of me...lurking out there. It's ture, but I would really like to smash a restaurant...specifically Olive Garden...or TGI Fridays...or Joe's Crab shack. I also want to hear the sound a backhoe makes when crashing down a 1000 ft. cliff, but that doesn't make me evil...right?
cruisin mos espa in my delorian
war's over I'm a peacetime madalorian
my story has stumped star wars historians
deep in deabte buffet plate at bennigans
rhyme renegade sure to penetrate
first and second defense I won't hesitate
got a job to do darth's the guy that delegates
got something against skywalker someone he really hates
I don't give a fuck I'm after solo
For all I care he could be hiding at yoda's dojo
Got make the money credit's no good
When the jawas run the shop in your neighborhood
Think you can cook I got a grappling hook
Let's make this quick cuz I'm really booked
I'm a devious degenerate, defender of the devil
Shut down all the trash compactor's on the detention level
chorus
My backpack's got jets
I'm boba the fett
I bounty hunt for jaba hut
To finance my vette
I chill in deep space
A mask is over my face
I deliver the prize but I still narrow my eyes
Cuz my time I don't like to waste.
Get down
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*phew*