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yeah dudes, I'm in this....and it's a fundraiser for SooVac.....and I'll be hillarious and stuff. Come mock me and support local art and cool clothes.....
-then NEXT weekend come to the walker and bask in my awkward knowledge as an info guide. I will be there between the hours of 12 and 6. and then we'll go see neverending story at midnight and hang out and be creeps at the children's lit fest....
-then NEXT, NEXT weekend we'll dance old skool to the groovie ghoulies and eat some good grub.....maybe mix tape club or movie lunchun with ya'll good folks?
-then NEXT. NEXT, NEXT weekend: electric 6, tiger army, and MAYDAY!!!! BIKES BIKES ROCK BIKES
-then NEXT, NEXT, NEXT, NEXT weekend the world's greatest garage sale, it last three days and runs along highway 35 from wiscow. to here.
-and finally to cap this MAD list off.....NEXT, NEXT, NEXT, NEXT, NEXT weekend, my last day of class for the summer and the faint show woooooooooo!
Maybe you guys can catch me somtime and I'll put ice down your back......but you'll have to catch me.....or kill me......whateves.......
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and that was the message I gave to the rain that day.....
anyway....too much has happened....but i will surmise...and by that I really mean summarize.
man, I am so cool sometimes.
so thursday was spent rushing like mad to get out to mill lac (or however you spell it) to get the chance to see the shangri-las and frankie avalon.
let me tell you. I have never cried at a concert before, for any reason.....and it wasn't because I was swooning over frankie's tight pants either. I was crying because I was wrong. my hero's were wrong and I was sitting there in a 17 dollar restaurant chair, surrounded by old folks, and listening to my favorite band of all time doing covers. fucking covers. it crushed me. fakes. I had prepared myself to be depressed while sitting on that blood-land, hoping to be at least amused by my washed-up old fart favorites, but I hadn't prepared myself for covers. I hadnt prepared for the dream crusher.
Dream crushersounds like some wicked sweet monster truck.
For real.
After some gas station nachos and the 2 hour drive back I felt slightly better. I guess. Sleep doesnt do as much as Id like it too. Stupid, lazy sleep. It needs to get its act together.
But I saw Sin City, much to my delight. It was awesome. It was like the way Id make something, the ridiculous exaggerations, poignant/humorous comments, and good tact.all while never taking its self too seriously. I had much better things to say about it when it was still fresh in my mind.
My favorite thing about going to the movies is when its all over, and you go to the bathroom to pee, and while youre sitting there the movie is still flickering across your eyes and you feel so alive in it, so detached and inhuman. This movie lingered long after I flushed. And that is one of the best things that I can ever say about a movie.
Then I tried to look sin city sexy, while hair sputtered across and around my lips like some sloppy pet. I leave little to be desired sometimes. But that aint too bad.
Today I worked and record showed. Been a long time..changed a lot, a lot more folks, a lot more records..less bartering though. I got some nice stuff and didnt spend a whole lot, which is always awesomebut I really hate walking down lake street sometimes. Really. But you can't beat mock duck, curry and coconust milk with a side of tai tea........unless you're eatting alone and the place won't stop playing the cirlce of life.
tonight Britt's, GameWerks, and some Hot Rod Herse.
unless I fall asleep and botch the whole night. But I uploaded a couple-o-new pics in nebe;'s pics.....check me and the kitten.
But I feel weird guys.
and I dunno apprehension? The gloom-n-dooms? gas? I stayed up till 6 the other night doing art. Weird non me really fast art. Temped to paint again, temped to change my whole life around. Temped to make you buy me things.. and if you dont Ill make you have to wear dinosaur band-aids for the rest of your life! SUCKERS!
yeah dudes, I'm in this....and it's a fundraiser for SooVac.....and I'll be hillarious and stuff. Come mock me and support local art and cool clothes.....
-then NEXT weekend come to the walker and bask in my awkward knowledge as an info guide. I will be there between the hours of 12 and 6. and then we'll go see neverending story at midnight and hang out and be creeps at the children's lit fest....
-then NEXT, NEXT weekend we'll dance old skool to the groovie ghoulies and eat some good grub.....maybe mix tape club or movie lunchun with ya'll good folks?
-then NEXT. NEXT, NEXT weekend: electric 6, tiger army, and MAYDAY!!!! BIKES BIKES ROCK BIKES
-then NEXT, NEXT, NEXT, NEXT weekend the world's greatest garage sale, it last three days and runs along highway 35 from wiscow. to here.
-and finally to cap this MAD list off.....NEXT, NEXT, NEXT, NEXT, NEXT weekend, my last day of class for the summer and the faint show woooooooooo!
Maybe you guys can catch me somtime and I'll put ice down your back......but you'll have to catch me.....or kill me......whateves.......
***********************
and that was the message I gave to the rain that day.....
anyway....too much has happened....but i will surmise...and by that I really mean summarize.
man, I am so cool sometimes.
so thursday was spent rushing like mad to get out to mill lac (or however you spell it) to get the chance to see the shangri-las and frankie avalon.
let me tell you. I have never cried at a concert before, for any reason.....and it wasn't because I was swooning over frankie's tight pants either. I was crying because I was wrong. my hero's were wrong and I was sitting there in a 17 dollar restaurant chair, surrounded by old folks, and listening to my favorite band of all time doing covers. fucking covers. it crushed me. fakes. I had prepared myself to be depressed while sitting on that blood-land, hoping to be at least amused by my washed-up old fart favorites, but I hadn't prepared myself for covers. I hadnt prepared for the dream crusher.
Dream crushersounds like some wicked sweet monster truck.
For real.
After some gas station nachos and the 2 hour drive back I felt slightly better. I guess. Sleep doesnt do as much as Id like it too. Stupid, lazy sleep. It needs to get its act together.
But I saw Sin City, much to my delight. It was awesome. It was like the way Id make something, the ridiculous exaggerations, poignant/humorous comments, and good tact.all while never taking its self too seriously. I had much better things to say about it when it was still fresh in my mind.
My favorite thing about going to the movies is when its all over, and you go to the bathroom to pee, and while youre sitting there the movie is still flickering across your eyes and you feel so alive in it, so detached and inhuman. This movie lingered long after I flushed. And that is one of the best things that I can ever say about a movie.
Then I tried to look sin city sexy, while hair sputtered across and around my lips like some sloppy pet. I leave little to be desired sometimes. But that aint too bad.
Today I worked and record showed. Been a long time..changed a lot, a lot more folks, a lot more records..less bartering though. I got some nice stuff and didnt spend a whole lot, which is always awesomebut I really hate walking down lake street sometimes. Really. But you can't beat mock duck, curry and coconust milk with a side of tai tea........unless you're eatting alone and the place won't stop playing the cirlce of life.
tonight Britt's, GameWerks, and some Hot Rod Herse.
unless I fall asleep and botch the whole night. But I uploaded a couple-o-new pics in nebe;'s pics.....check me and the kitten.
But I feel weird guys.
and I dunno apprehension? The gloom-n-dooms? gas? I stayed up till 6 the other night doing art. Weird non me really fast art. Temped to paint again, temped to change my whole life around. Temped to make you buy me things.. and if you dont Ill make you have to wear dinosaur band-aids for the rest of your life! SUCKERS!
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Sin City! Yay! I'll see it soon!