ROCKIN' ROCKIN' LEPRACHAUNS!!!!
Here's a list of things I would rather be doing than going to work and smiling.
Fishing in Jamaica with Tom Waits. This speaks for itself.
Romantic shack up with Asia Argento in Midland, Texas. We'll go to Denny's and get the Grand Slam breakfast and then do some of that Absinthe in her Prada bag. Then we would make some sweet hallucinogenic love. Kinda like William Hurt in Altered States. All kinds of religous imagery and Iron Butterfly looking shit. GROOVY!!!
sitting in a coffee shop in Seattle with Mike Tyson talking about christianity and life. He would give me his life story and whatnot and I would listen. I like Mike Tyson and I would like to help him out.
Zipping around in a house boat with Gary Busey and Aisha Tyler of Talk Soup fame. We would travel around Lake Superior and eat magic mushrooms and drink Newcastles. Gary would go up on the deck and channel the indian gods of the lake and Aisha and I would carefully examine each others bodies. Later on we would all play a little charades with Gary Busey. Great Fun for the whole family.
Going gung-ho killer on a paintball range with Rutger Hauer, Stanley Tucci, Norm MacDonald, and Will Ferrell. Naturally, I would be dosing full on with LSD but I wouldn't tell anyone. Rutger Hauer would just totally kick everyones ass. Mainly, I would team up with Norm and smoke a big fucking joint behind some rock fixtures. Of course, I would put a little of the Leary Special in Will Ferrell's Snapple. I would demand that he yell YOU'RE MY BOY, BLUE until my silly LSD demands are satisfied. Stanley Tucci would just put on a puppet show or something. Whatever, we'd all be fucked up and enjoy it.
Johnny Depp calls me up and wants to go pretend Deer hunting down in Tennessee. We stop off and pick up Hunter S. Thompson who is stranded at a Dayton, Ohio bus station looking for his pants. Mainly, we go to just sit in tree stands and get a little of nature's zen. Later, we'd build a campfire and tell stories true and false. Depp would naturally throw down some cash on an 8-Ball and a couple of down home country girls. Hunter documents the whole occasion for his next novel and makes it more sordid and prophetic than I could possibly even hint at. GO HUNTER S. THOMPSON.
spend the day talking to hookers and drinking whiskey.
Learn some dances from Fosse's PIPPIN
heal the sick and give hope to the oppressed
Enough of this fantasy land talk. Maybe the nature of the celebrity be it from book, film, music, or TV is to give all of us fantasies like this. If we are all in some fantasy land with poets, rockers, and action stars than we can all be constant spectators. A constant spectator isn't gonna want a good job or health care. Sometimes you gotta chew the fat a little when there aint any juice to give me Comedy Central.
CDs I listened to at work today
Studio One Scorcher Instrumental Reggae comp
Dag Nasty "Can I Say?"
Biz Markie "The Biz Never Sleeps"
Girls Against Boys "Cruise Yourself"
Massive Attack "100th Window"
Wayne Shorter "Et Cetera"
David Bowie "man who sold the world"
Essential Sly & The Family Stone
System Of A Down "Steal This Album"
Magnetic Fields "Holiday"
Stiff Little Fingers "All The Best"
Morcheeba "Big Calm"
Eddie Hazel "Jams From The Heart"
Fugazi "Steady Diet Of Nothing"
Church "Under The Milky Way"
Misfits "Walk Among Us"
Marvin Gaye "Trouble Man"
FUCKING CHAMPS V
HARD TEXAS FUNK
soundtrack of the day
NUGGETS VOL. 1 Box Set
Cheech, Sakita, Alisa, Kurtz. My online posse.
updated part= What the fuck is wrong with my head? Also, does anyone have the movie Razors Edge with Bill Murray? I need to get that one.
Here's a list of things I would rather be doing than going to work and smiling.
Fishing in Jamaica with Tom Waits. This speaks for itself.
Romantic shack up with Asia Argento in Midland, Texas. We'll go to Denny's and get the Grand Slam breakfast and then do some of that Absinthe in her Prada bag. Then we would make some sweet hallucinogenic love. Kinda like William Hurt in Altered States. All kinds of religous imagery and Iron Butterfly looking shit. GROOVY!!!
sitting in a coffee shop in Seattle with Mike Tyson talking about christianity and life. He would give me his life story and whatnot and I would listen. I like Mike Tyson and I would like to help him out.
Zipping around in a house boat with Gary Busey and Aisha Tyler of Talk Soup fame. We would travel around Lake Superior and eat magic mushrooms and drink Newcastles. Gary would go up on the deck and channel the indian gods of the lake and Aisha and I would carefully examine each others bodies. Later on we would all play a little charades with Gary Busey. Great Fun for the whole family.
Going gung-ho killer on a paintball range with Rutger Hauer, Stanley Tucci, Norm MacDonald, and Will Ferrell. Naturally, I would be dosing full on with LSD but I wouldn't tell anyone. Rutger Hauer would just totally kick everyones ass. Mainly, I would team up with Norm and smoke a big fucking joint behind some rock fixtures. Of course, I would put a little of the Leary Special in Will Ferrell's Snapple. I would demand that he yell YOU'RE MY BOY, BLUE until my silly LSD demands are satisfied. Stanley Tucci would just put on a puppet show or something. Whatever, we'd all be fucked up and enjoy it.
Johnny Depp calls me up and wants to go pretend Deer hunting down in Tennessee. We stop off and pick up Hunter S. Thompson who is stranded at a Dayton, Ohio bus station looking for his pants. Mainly, we go to just sit in tree stands and get a little of nature's zen. Later, we'd build a campfire and tell stories true and false. Depp would naturally throw down some cash on an 8-Ball and a couple of down home country girls. Hunter documents the whole occasion for his next novel and makes it more sordid and prophetic than I could possibly even hint at. GO HUNTER S. THOMPSON.
spend the day talking to hookers and drinking whiskey.
Learn some dances from Fosse's PIPPIN
heal the sick and give hope to the oppressed
Enough of this fantasy land talk. Maybe the nature of the celebrity be it from book, film, music, or TV is to give all of us fantasies like this. If we are all in some fantasy land with poets, rockers, and action stars than we can all be constant spectators. A constant spectator isn't gonna want a good job or health care. Sometimes you gotta chew the fat a little when there aint any juice to give me Comedy Central.
CDs I listened to at work today
Studio One Scorcher Instrumental Reggae comp
Dag Nasty "Can I Say?"
Biz Markie "The Biz Never Sleeps"
Girls Against Boys "Cruise Yourself"
Massive Attack "100th Window"
Wayne Shorter "Et Cetera"
David Bowie "man who sold the world"
Essential Sly & The Family Stone
System Of A Down "Steal This Album"
Magnetic Fields "Holiday"
Stiff Little Fingers "All The Best"
Morcheeba "Big Calm"
Eddie Hazel "Jams From The Heart"
Fugazi "Steady Diet Of Nothing"
Church "Under The Milky Way"
Misfits "Walk Among Us"
Marvin Gaye "Trouble Man"
FUCKING CHAMPS V
HARD TEXAS FUNK
soundtrack of the day
NUGGETS VOL. 1 Box Set
Cheech, Sakita, Alisa, Kurtz. My online posse.
updated part= What the fuck is wrong with my head? Also, does anyone have the movie Razors Edge with Bill Murray? I need to get that one.
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but to answer your question if you haven't figured it out yet means that i had a photose accepted and i'm in limbo to go to full SG status.
be rught back
edit: here's the halloween one:
http://suicidegirls.com/boards/Hook-Up/21690/
and here's the one in cleveland next month:
http://suicidegirls.com/groups/SGOHIO/journals/9586/
check it out or i'm going to kick your robotussin drinking ass!!
[Edited on Aug 15, 2003]
Now I just gotta start finding those Frank Lowe CDs...
in answer to your earlier question, if you mean We Love Life I hadn't gotten it yet. The first time I listened to it in the store I wasn't liking it, but now I'm thinking I do like it. Shit, I need to buy Quebec; the Ween boys have promised a sick, dark, brown album...
I have to veer from you on the Mike Tyson front; I've read too many stories. I like crazy boxers (the pugilists, not the shorts), but he's a bit out there for me...