this isnt so much a comment as it is an indication of my sincere ineptitude at writing short form consistantly. enjoy
was it Moc, Pac, or Kung, I'll have to do some research on the band.
I forgot what I had written in my journal do to the dense forest of words in yours, granted I just finished schitsopolis and it has me feeling as though I should leave for Thailand tomorrow and kill the guy who left me to finish his movie, which is aweful.
I am told that the work I do is adolescent, but alot of the time its not based on my own ideas. Therefor I am guilty by association. This might be a dangerous cycle of self humiliation and I will probably be alienated by my peers.
You got me to listen to the first Fu shnickens album, 2 songs worth and then light a cigarette before reading. honestly, ok it was the pains in my head from nicotine addiction, but the seldom nature of someone messaging me has to be a celebrated moment, what better way.
disregard the fu shnickens for a moment, rich or dead, you dont get to spend a penny or so I am told.
whether or not its good advice or dated and of no service to you, stay as far away from whim wenders sequal, there was magic the first time, secondly... there is no doubt in my mind that if you live beyond amassing great wealth that you will bring lucid a interperation of "merry poppins" to the stage.
I read about 1/3 of The Satanic Verses, then stopped. I'm not sure why. I enjoyed many parts of it, the actual verse parts (Gabriel, I guess it was) in particular.
Parts of Step Across This Line are mandatory (especially the Dr. Seuss bit on the 2000 election, which he performed on TV and I sent to mtlqueen/clovesbud and the parts on living in hiding from the fatwa, when he got less help from the United States and Britain than Holland [I guess Islamic fundamentalism couldn't be much of a threat to the United StaWHAAAA?!???]) and parts of it a bit disappointing (the 1990s Stones saluted; Dada/surrealism is given short shrift in "Reservoir Frogs").
I'm pissing myself, Pontus. The toothless voodoo pope keeps scratching at my window... nylon strings are staple wire bondage, fish hooks through my spanish cock, asleep on the train tracks, time to get out the sharpie and rip up a box. I'm heading to the freeway.
ok, that looked like it was a joy to write AND incomprehensible in some places, AND really funny. Your description of the feeling of JAMES CHANCE & THE CONTORTIONS makes me want to go find some, preferably in a warped medium. and the einsturzende neubauten made me laugh. *pinch*
Ah - Left Banke - truly an old favorite of my youth...
Your comment about the books in your household as a young lad made me laugh out loud.
Be well - - - Man raised by mullet must prosper with hair products...
The minutemen one is the best...that just fucking kills....
man, you need to get your hands on some TREAT HER RIGHT...look for it you will dig...
also try to pick up the tzadik release of the irving stone memorial concert top fucking notch in any decade.....and for the record...the logic is mullet endorsed...
and i send you many blessings, sir. if you have to make a choice between rich and dead, i'd go with rich. then, you can afford a level of decadence that will ensure a spectacular death from excess. and who doesn't want that?
