Tonight I think I'll write a song.
A driving bass of vodka and halogen streetlamps.
Kick drums stolen from the thud of boots on wet asphalt. Snares the sound of slapping flesh.
A melody line of long, drawn-out misanthropy.
A repeating chorus of connecting to no one.
And a final stanza, about nothing you want to hear about.
Or maybe I'll find someone who wants...
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A driving bass of vodka and halogen streetlamps.
Kick drums stolen from the thud of boots on wet asphalt. Snares the sound of slapping flesh.
A melody line of long, drawn-out misanthropy.
A repeating chorus of connecting to no one.
And a final stanza, about nothing you want to hear about.
Or maybe I'll find someone who wants...
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Woke up to Tool and the morning sun today. Good energy for work in. Hopping down the road this weekend to get hacked softsynths for the lappytop; it's been far too long sing I wrote.
I miss the road, and I don't like S.F. it feels like a holding room, a place where lost packages are kept and never claimed. I look forward to the...
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I miss the road, and I don't like S.F. it feels like a holding room, a place where lost packages are kept and never claimed. I look forward to the...
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nixon:
re: "Hopping down the road"
In spite of you deleting my comment (seriously?), this clearly does NOT say "Sac". It says 'down', which I admit I often confuse with 'South'. (Leading to occasional horrors involving northbound roads which run downhill and missing sushi joints).
Regardless of our seemingly endless semantic difficulties, it was good to talk to you.
Wolverine.
In spite of you deleting my comment (seriously?), this clearly does NOT say "Sac". It says 'down', which I admit I often confuse with 'South'. (Leading to occasional horrors involving northbound roads which run downhill and missing sushi joints).
Regardless of our seemingly endless semantic difficulties, it was good to talk to you.
Wolverine.
nixon:
Also I would like to point out in my defense that the conclusions to which I jumped were no odder than those Noelani jumped to....
Dear fucking God.
When the fuck will my membership EXPIRE?
Die, damn you.
When the fuck will my membership EXPIRE?
Die, damn you.
luciefurr:
you want it too?
Ew.
It could have been so much more, so easily.
Or at least more poetic, and less predictable.
It could have been so much more, so easily.
Or at least more poetic, and less predictable.
fractal:
eehhhh....
kalischild:
Dear fucking God.
When the fuck will my membership EXPIRE?
Die, damn you.
When the fuck will my membership EXPIRE?
Die, damn you.
Mongeese have seized Fort Tequila. Send more poets.
kalischild:
Ew.
"I went out to the desert, and there I learned that time is made of clay..."
-Wolfmother
Tonight I'm going to go to sleep beside the sea of dying dreams.
I will wander in dead hotels, and my stumbling boots will crush bleached pelican skulls.
And when I sleep, my dreams will taste of oil and salt.
Tonight I sleep in the desert and...
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-Wolfmother
Tonight I'm going to go to sleep beside the sea of dying dreams.
I will wander in dead hotels, and my stumbling boots will crush bleached pelican skulls.
And when I sleep, my dreams will taste of oil and salt.
Tonight I sleep in the desert and...
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Ladies and gentlemen,
Let the sheer volume of emo ramp back to about a 'one'.
I think the drama reached a critical mass, and now it's out the other side.
It's time to go out into the world and play.
Poor L.A., you never knew what hit you.
Let the sheer volume of emo ramp back to about a 'one'.
I think the drama reached a critical mass, and now it's out the other side.
It's time to go out into the world and play.
Poor L.A., you never knew what hit you.
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fractal:
We're still watching Brokeback Mountain though.
dusti:
I heart Kali.
This has been a random, unnecessary comment brought to you by me.
This has been a random, unnecessary comment brought to you by me.
Son, someday you will make a girl incredibly uncomfortable by giving her the respect she deserves, rather than what she expects. More damningly, you will expect the same in return. But in the end, everyone will be satrisfied, as she will find people who treat her accordingly, these people are called 'musicians'.
Bien viendos.
Bien viendos.
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fractal:
I agree with Miss Vivid.
dr_lizardo:
I like your blog and I plan to read the whole thing, in instalments, as I don't read quite as fast as you do. Tricky thing being better than other people and if you can really pull it off you have a rare sense of self and presence of mind. One can have abilities and insight that exceed that of those of around oneself but to really be better than them takes a certain ineffable grace, synthesizing a collection of traits into someting more than just a bunch of stuff.
The caged bird doesn't fly because it's never learned to think for itself, which is both a starightorward and maddeningly elusive thing to get a grasp of.
The caged bird doesn't fly because it's never learned to think for itself, which is both a starightorward and maddeningly elusive thing to get a grasp of.
I am so getting out of Dodge.
See ya'll in the Southside.
See ya'll in the Southside.
fractal:
Bout goddam time!
Go answer you phone.
Go answer you phone.
The Girl told the Boy that the night was perfect, and the boy saw it was true.
The raven flew to her lover's arms and the crow flew into the blue.
The blue grew dark, the sky was black as either of their wings.
And Walrusboy wrote poems and then did disturbing things.
And since perfect things should never end quickly the Boy did not...
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The raven flew to her lover's arms and the crow flew into the blue.
The blue grew dark, the sky was black as either of their wings.
And Walrusboy wrote poems and then did disturbing things.
And since perfect things should never end quickly the Boy did not...
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nixon:
Oh, Walrusboy.
Look. I woke up between my nap and actually going to bed. Just to delineate the two.
Oh, Walrusboy.
Look. I woke up between my nap and actually going to bed. Just to delineate the two.
loottool:
thaT'S reallY gooD writinG kaliS, iS thaT youR worK?
tada.
and...umm... nevermind