I AM A HAWAIIAN COWBOY
Today is one of those days where you want to embrace your madness. Run through the fields of tulips and scream 30 SECONDS OVER TOKYO at the top of your lungs until the joggers begin to stare.
SEXUAL MORAY EELS
I'm really leaning towards that phrase. It just seems RIGHT. Maybe I could do a kink sex album like Madonna. All kinds of perverse noise and desire. Gargoyle Rape is already in the bag. My favorite line from that tune is
Call me curious, gargoyle rape
Be bop a-lula with electrical tape
Evertything a growing boy needs as far as nutrition is right in that song. All that is missing is a drug reference of some kind. Then it would be glorious.
Sonic Youth "A Thousand Leaves" is burrowing in my head like a mole. Generally, I throw music on the store player just to have some background noise. I'm definetley not saying Sonic Youth is background music. When I was helping random fuckholes out with their nonsense I kept getting signals from the music. Like I would be jibber-jabbing about the new Max Payne game to some zitface and some growling fuzz solo would plant itself right in my cranium. It would totally snap my attention back to the CD. It's like Steve McQueen in Papillon. An idea of escape or something OTHER than what madness is going on at the moment as a life supplement. an essential vitamin. Thank god for Sonic Youth.
soundtrack of the day
the new Lyrics Born
Scott Walker "Tilt"
Sorry guys, I can't make it to the Columbus SG party. Hours are pretty stretched at my work as it is without me disappearing for two or three days. Trust me, If I'm swillin' ale in Columbus with Alisa and Company, society aint gonna see my ass until tuesday. That's just how the WhiskeyFightPit rolls. I would hate to just go down there for half a day or something. Motherfuckin' WFP needs some damn ROOM TO MOVE. Trust me, Columbus Crew, you will come to know and understand the WFP. That's a promise. Better yet, that's a drunken Irish promise!!!!
Today is one of those days where you want to embrace your madness. Run through the fields of tulips and scream 30 SECONDS OVER TOKYO at the top of your lungs until the joggers begin to stare.
SEXUAL MORAY EELS
I'm really leaning towards that phrase. It just seems RIGHT. Maybe I could do a kink sex album like Madonna. All kinds of perverse noise and desire. Gargoyle Rape is already in the bag. My favorite line from that tune is
Call me curious, gargoyle rape
Be bop a-lula with electrical tape
Evertything a growing boy needs as far as nutrition is right in that song. All that is missing is a drug reference of some kind. Then it would be glorious.
Sonic Youth "A Thousand Leaves" is burrowing in my head like a mole. Generally, I throw music on the store player just to have some background noise. I'm definetley not saying Sonic Youth is background music. When I was helping random fuckholes out with their nonsense I kept getting signals from the music. Like I would be jibber-jabbing about the new Max Payne game to some zitface and some growling fuzz solo would plant itself right in my cranium. It would totally snap my attention back to the CD. It's like Steve McQueen in Papillon. An idea of escape or something OTHER than what madness is going on at the moment as a life supplement. an essential vitamin. Thank god for Sonic Youth.
soundtrack of the day
the new Lyrics Born
Scott Walker "Tilt"
Sorry guys, I can't make it to the Columbus SG party. Hours are pretty stretched at my work as it is without me disappearing for two or three days. Trust me, If I'm swillin' ale in Columbus with Alisa and Company, society aint gonna see my ass until tuesday. That's just how the WhiskeyFightPit rolls. I would hate to just go down there for half a day or something. Motherfuckin' WFP needs some damn ROOM TO MOVE. Trust me, Columbus Crew, you will come to know and understand the WFP. That's a promise. Better yet, that's a drunken Irish promise!!!!
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