recommended listening for today
mel gibson and the pants : sunction cup cake
brian wilson: sloop john b
dj krush/ toshinori kondo : the sun is shining
the coupe: 9 million ways to kill a ceo
the beatles: In my life
{sweet screams}
I have always had a misconseption of the alphabet, the western English alphabet. Up until today I might have figured that there was no other way to spell out the things you needed to say.
this is no longer a concern.
Some people cut themselves, some people burn themselves, some people get help. Other people simply die.
More often then not it seems as though people expect an explination from you no matter what you do. Even if you just get hit by a bus or shot, stabbed, or succomb to some terrible disease.
they feel the need to get down on their knees.
But if you only have ABCDEFGHIJKLMNOPQRSTUVWXYZ.
how can you possibly come up with an answer that doesnt just need more explaining.
We name our children, our neighborhoods, or possesions, and in some case our.. fears.
Is that the word I wanted to use? no point in examining it further.
Fearing, no, thats not the word. thats not the sensation at this moment. A gut check, rotting wood creeks from mice, rats, cats, biting and hissing in the closet while I sleep.
I dream of four dead rats, a family that doesnt sing and dance, have duck friends, or wear pants. Just wet and wasting.
Congratulations to the cat who shat in front of my bedroom door. Your an old cat with bent whiskers, like melted straws. Looks like a sun drenched malt ball, dont worry let me get that for you friend.
You can never be close friends with someone who can lick their own ass. Purrrr.
That very same dream it seems as though i am now in an elevator, with mahogany trim. In there with me a Blonde and an Italian beauty. Or is she from Prague? Hana, Lala, Tana, Nara... what was that whisper in my ear. Her eyes catch mine before fading behind the verticle blinds of her dark brown hair. Stairs, not today, we will find a way to make the a good nights sleep. A dream drenched in death and sexual energy.
I sleep so much better having a cat.
meow
mel gibson and the pants : sunction cup cake
brian wilson: sloop john b
dj krush/ toshinori kondo : the sun is shining
the coupe: 9 million ways to kill a ceo
the beatles: In my life
{sweet screams}
I have always had a misconseption of the alphabet, the western English alphabet. Up until today I might have figured that there was no other way to spell out the things you needed to say.
this is no longer a concern.
Some people cut themselves, some people burn themselves, some people get help. Other people simply die.
More often then not it seems as though people expect an explination from you no matter what you do. Even if you just get hit by a bus or shot, stabbed, or succomb to some terrible disease.
they feel the need to get down on their knees.
But if you only have ABCDEFGHIJKLMNOPQRSTUVWXYZ.
how can you possibly come up with an answer that doesnt just need more explaining.
We name our children, our neighborhoods, or possesions, and in some case our.. fears.
Is that the word I wanted to use? no point in examining it further.
Fearing, no, thats not the word. thats not the sensation at this moment. A gut check, rotting wood creeks from mice, rats, cats, biting and hissing in the closet while I sleep.
I dream of four dead rats, a family that doesnt sing and dance, have duck friends, or wear pants. Just wet and wasting.
Congratulations to the cat who shat in front of my bedroom door. Your an old cat with bent whiskers, like melted straws. Looks like a sun drenched malt ball, dont worry let me get that for you friend.
You can never be close friends with someone who can lick their own ass. Purrrr.
That very same dream it seems as though i am now in an elevator, with mahogany trim. In there with me a Blonde and an Italian beauty. Or is she from Prague? Hana, Lala, Tana, Nara... what was that whisper in my ear. Her eyes catch mine before fading behind the verticle blinds of her dark brown hair. Stairs, not today, we will find a way to make the a good nights sleep. A dream drenched in death and sexual energy.
I sleep so much better having a cat.
meow
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but there are good things about that... sometimes
Cunt is a very funny word, especially when you say "cunting" as opposed to "fucking": it's a growing trend in England.
That place you describe sounds truly weird, like David Lynch is the town planner or something