The clock strikes twelve and moondrops burst
Out at you from their hiding place
Like acid and oil on a madman's face
His reason tends to fly away
Like lesser birds on the four winds
Like silver scrapes in May
Now the sands become a crust
And most of you have gone away
Come Susy dear, let's take a walk
Just out there upon the beach
I know you'll soon be married
And you want to know where the winds come from
Well it's never said at all
On the map that Carrie reads
Behind the clock back there you know
At the four winds bar
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Four winds at the four winds bar
Two doors locked and windows barred
One door let to take you in
The other one just mirrors it
Hey, hey, hey, hey
In hellish glare and inference
The other one's a duplicate
The queenly flux, eternal light
Or the light that never warms
The clock strikes twelve and moondrops burst
Out at you from their hiding place
Miss Carrie nurse and Suzy dear
Would find themselves at the four winds bar
It's the nexus of the crisis
The origin of storms
Just the place to hopelessly
Encounter time and then came me
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Call me Desdenova, eternal light
These gravely digs of mine
Will surely prove a sight
And don't forget my dog, fixed and consequent
Astronomy...a star
--Blue Oyster Cult - "Astronomy"
So I decided to turn down that date with that model. Yeah, I mean the party was in my honor and everything, but... you know how that goes, right?
I decided to spend my Saturday night like the cool motherfucker that I am.
I went to the video store with my mom and got some movies. Then sat and scratched all weekend.
Damn, I'm cool.
I watched some pretty decent movies, though. Hostel, Wolf Creek, Transporter 2, A History of Violence, Serenity, and Memoirs of a Geisha.
Actually there was no model... or a party. I made that up. Girls don't talk to me and I don't get invited to parties.
I have my own private parties. They're very exclusive.
My mom was there. We watched Memoirs of a Geisha.
...so damn cool...
Well. That was my wild and crazy weekend. I didn't have to work today. I guess they didn't expect me to come in because I was out all last week sick. They didn't have a load for me. They tried to get me to work in the warehouse, but I went home instead. I hate warehouse work. Especially that warehouse. Loading trucks and shit. Fuck that. I got this license in my pocket so I won't have to do that bullshit anymore.
I'm thinking about putting in my two weeks notice tomorrow, though. I'm sick of everything down here and I might just talk to SexyBeast and Urblueygrl and see if I can just come up there a little early.
I'm having trouble figuring out what to do with my stuff. There is so much I don't want to leave or sell, but I think I'll just get rid of as much as I can. It's hard to sort through a lifetimes worth of musical equipment, though. I'd hate to start over and be that guy with the limited equipment. I've got mixers and pa equipment and eq's, and amps, and axes, and keyboards, and wires, and... what the fuck is this?... and banana plugs, and... this thing... and adapters... and... hmmm... lots of crap.
Well. I finally started packing and trying to get rid of shit. I've got a lot of books... I think I'll leave most of my books. There's a few I have to bring, though. And my porn... yeah.
Well. Hopefully I'll be on a plane or a train or something in the next couple of weeks. Mabey three. I'll get two paychecks under my belt and try like hell to save as much from them as I can. Try to sell some of my crap.
I was going to sell my truck for cheap. Like $500 just to get rid of it. I'll go as low as $400. It's worth a whole lot more, but I just want to get rid of it. Then my goddamn starter didn't. (Think about it... I'll wait.)
...
Okay. So now I've got to either fix that or try to sell a non-starting truck.
If I can't sell it before I get on the plane I'm gonna live out my dream of setting that bitch on fire and sending it speeding into the Mississippi River.
The End...
or IS IT? DUN DUN DUNNN...
Yeah. It is.
dun DUN dun DUNNNNN!!!!!
Out at you from their hiding place
Like acid and oil on a madman's face
His reason tends to fly away
Like lesser birds on the four winds
Like silver scrapes in May
Now the sands become a crust
And most of you have gone away
Come Susy dear, let's take a walk
Just out there upon the beach
I know you'll soon be married
And you want to know where the winds come from
Well it's never said at all
On the map that Carrie reads
Behind the clock back there you know
At the four winds bar
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Four winds at the four winds bar
Two doors locked and windows barred
One door let to take you in
The other one just mirrors it
Hey, hey, hey, hey
In hellish glare and inference
The other one's a duplicate
The queenly flux, eternal light
Or the light that never warms
The clock strikes twelve and moondrops burst
Out at you from their hiding place
Miss Carrie nurse and Suzy dear
Would find themselves at the four winds bar
It's the nexus of the crisis
The origin of storms
Just the place to hopelessly
Encounter time and then came me
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Call me Desdenova, eternal light
These gravely digs of mine
Will surely prove a sight
And don't forget my dog, fixed and consequent
Astronomy...a star
--Blue Oyster Cult - "Astronomy"
So I decided to turn down that date with that model. Yeah, I mean the party was in my honor and everything, but... you know how that goes, right?
I decided to spend my Saturday night like the cool motherfucker that I am.
I went to the video store with my mom and got some movies. Then sat and scratched all weekend.
Damn, I'm cool.
I watched some pretty decent movies, though. Hostel, Wolf Creek, Transporter 2, A History of Violence, Serenity, and Memoirs of a Geisha.
Actually there was no model... or a party. I made that up. Girls don't talk to me and I don't get invited to parties.
I have my own private parties. They're very exclusive.
My mom was there. We watched Memoirs of a Geisha.
...so damn cool...
Well. That was my wild and crazy weekend. I didn't have to work today. I guess they didn't expect me to come in because I was out all last week sick. They didn't have a load for me. They tried to get me to work in the warehouse, but I went home instead. I hate warehouse work. Especially that warehouse. Loading trucks and shit. Fuck that. I got this license in my pocket so I won't have to do that bullshit anymore.
I'm thinking about putting in my two weeks notice tomorrow, though. I'm sick of everything down here and I might just talk to SexyBeast and Urblueygrl and see if I can just come up there a little early.
I'm having trouble figuring out what to do with my stuff. There is so much I don't want to leave or sell, but I think I'll just get rid of as much as I can. It's hard to sort through a lifetimes worth of musical equipment, though. I'd hate to start over and be that guy with the limited equipment. I've got mixers and pa equipment and eq's, and amps, and axes, and keyboards, and wires, and... what the fuck is this?... and banana plugs, and... this thing... and adapters... and... hmmm... lots of crap.
Well. I finally started packing and trying to get rid of shit. I've got a lot of books... I think I'll leave most of my books. There's a few I have to bring, though. And my porn... yeah.
Well. Hopefully I'll be on a plane or a train or something in the next couple of weeks. Mabey three. I'll get two paychecks under my belt and try like hell to save as much from them as I can. Try to sell some of my crap.
I was going to sell my truck for cheap. Like $500 just to get rid of it. I'll go as low as $400. It's worth a whole lot more, but I just want to get rid of it. Then my goddamn starter didn't. (Think about it... I'll wait.)
...
Okay. So now I've got to either fix that or try to sell a non-starting truck.
If I can't sell it before I get on the plane I'm gonna live out my dream of setting that bitch on fire and sending it speeding into the Mississippi River.
The End...
or IS IT? DUN DUN DUNNN...
Yeah. It is.
dun DUN dun DUNNNNN!!!!!
Dont worry bout missing all those parties back home, we have some kick ass rock star parties here