edit: Before you read my usual rants and obscene writings, please take a gander at Irinka's new set.
srsly, it's been two days and she hasn't even gotten a thousand comments. What the fuck is wrong with you people?
and now back to your regularly scheduled bullshit. kthanx
If you're a devout Christian(of course, if you're really devout then why the fuck are you gazing upon naked boobies in a porn site), please DO NOT click on the spoiler.
the following is an exchange between me and Darqkloud
From Darqkloud's journal:
Had another FUCKED UP dream Monday night. I usually don't mind weird dreams, they make for
good story material. But every now and then I have one so monumentally INSANE it haunts me
for days.
I was sitting in my living room channel surfing and I come to that block of religious/inspirational
channels. I hear some of the ole "Repent! God is Coming" blah blah blah. I'm like whatever and
keep surfing.
Then a blinding lights pours though my window followed by an Angel. He tells me he's here to
show me proof that every word of the Bible is true and that Jesus is my lord and savior.
I'm all like, "Uh, OK! Sure, show me!"
He grabs my hand and flies me back in time to the moments of the Immaculate Conception.
It's in a pyramid that looked a lot like the Rebel Base on Yavin 4 (Star Wars fans would know this
as the planet the first Death Star was going to destroy before Luke Skywalker blew it to Hell.
It's also the place where the New Jedi Academy was later formed [stop laughing]). The Angel
and I are watching Ghost of Christmas _____ and Scrooge style as another Angel enters a small
room where Mary is praying. He tells her of what is to come and her role in it. When the Angel is
done, God enters the room (looking like Kris Kristopherson) and they create Jesus the old fashion way. Mary was scared and stiff as a board through the whole thing.
I flip the fuck out!
I start yelling "I accept and believe now! All I needed was proof, that was a bit much, but now
I believe and will live life accord to the bibles every word! Can we leave, please!".
The Angels tells me he has to leave and can't take me all the way back, but can drop me off at the
nearest airport. Broke. surreal I call a friend who buys me a ticket and I head back home.
my first comment:
that dream would've more creepy if Joseph came in and him and God did a double penetration on her. Then him and God forget about Mary and start banging each other.
I dunno, man. when I'm bored I think up crazy shit. sorry.
his response:
That would have been to much!
Flash to the future where the Apostles are having a bukkake session with Mary Magdalene.
(Damn! now you have me doing it!)
my reply:
what about Jesus banging Mary Magdalene with one of his nails, still soaked in his blood.
and it ends with him saying:
Reminds me of that scene from the Exorcist. The won with Reagan and the Crucifix.
If you just read this, then you're taking the express train straight to hell. And you'll be staying right next to the fucking furnace.
Well, I got some bass-related news. I GOT A NEW P-BASS!!!!! WELL IT'S NOT REALLY NEW BUT MY FRIEND DONNA GAVE IT TO ME FOR FREE BECAUSE SHE DIDN'T NEED IT AND SHE RARELY PLAYS SO SHE WAS LIKE WHAT THE HELL!
WHY AM I TYPING IN ALL CAPS?
whew...that's better.
So the bass has been playing pretty good. I haven't hooked it up to the amp yet but I might do that over the weekend when the neighbors are out of the building. Ya know, before I got it, I was in a funk regarding whether or not I should be even continue playing music. I finally have an answer and it's "hell fucking yeah!"
I just got through watching an instructional video by Bill "The Buddha" Dickens. He's this cat that plays a custom made seven-string bass. It's fucking monstrous. And his playing is sicker than a cancer boy living in a toxic waste dump.
example:
If I can play like that, then I'm sure I can walk on water and raise the dead too.
Anyway, I found something that I think might be of some interest: African Punk.
Yep, you heard me. Punk from the Motherland.
There's this group, Konono No1. They're a group of cats from the Congo that're virtuosos on the thumb pianos. Anyway, they hooked up the thumb pianos to a home made sound system that consisted of car parts, microphones and used amplifiers. The result was that the sounds of the thumb pianos came out distorted. But they were like "fuck it" and went with it.
It's the most amazing shit I've ever heard.
That's all I got for now. Things've been pretty smooth lately and that scares the fuck outta. I don't trust. We'll see what happens next.
word!...
if you cant take critique, you shouldnt be on here...
because you'll hear much more harsh things than just "hey, your photos are blurry"... lol
I really am sad to leave the head shop...but this is so much better for my life!!!
How have YOU been?
if you cant take critique, you shouldnt be on here...
because you'll hear much more harsh things than just "hey, your photos are blurry"... lol
sigh.