fuckstain charlie went to prison
then he was in big trouble in little china.
yesterday was a day
that today wasn't
because of yesterday
confused?
please, be seated.
you enjoy the company of others.
i know i certainly do.
what to make of all this?
allllthis????
dammit, where is baal the golden calf whenyou need him?
he could /could not be my new new one true god.
i guess i'll have to tell the christian scientists to haul their asses outta my spiritual being and let me take back my soul that they took on collatoral...that's probably not spelled correctly.
yeah'
it's late..
and i'm breathing
today
today
today
tomorrow
yes, it's now time to sing.
i just remember that old guy who used to lead strange camp songs to us curious kiddies at maranatha day camp (yes it was a jesus related thing. what choice did i have? i was a kid growing up in the suburbs in super white super conservative michigan. yeah. that's right.
i'm cool. don't you hate it when people go on too damn long inside the parentheses, knowing they have another thought you have to go back to and you're like "fuck yo, let's end this sidenote thought of your stupid ass and get back to the point? huh? why don't you? man, it's tough. i tell you).
it's also important to have the period OUTSIDE the parenthetical device. i HATE it when it's inside the parentheses.
i'm, btw, practiticing the art of what i do best: procrastination. something has to come of all this, right?
no?
damn. i have to do this to myself.
but i think i figured out the solution.
it's the night, thing.
it's the night thing.
it's the, night, thing.
carefully placed commas make ALL the difference in my world.
and that's the only world you've REALLY got. and really, how much control do you actually have even over your own fucked up mucked up crazy ass shit world?
i thought so.
if you are in complete control, you're not reading this sentence right now anyway.
squaresville.
that's something i'd never say out loud.
funny how the print voice is different, eh?
hmmmmm.
let's be philosophical.
hmmmmm
plug your nose and learn to speak on saturday.
that was a loud noise. i could be dead.
fire that man.
Thursday, September 26, 2002
Wednesday, September 25, 2002
don't you know that you can't destroy people this way?
i think you are in big trouble with the law.
you are ready to fight.
i am ready to fight.
everybody is ready tofight
somebody stop me before i am ready to growl.
bob evans, down on the farm
remember when you were down on the farm grandma? i will destroy your evil being.
before it destroys me.
everything is mussed up
look at me i'm sandra dee
never had it never will
i'm like caffeine, except without the milk.
your deodorant makes me angry.
i will finish you.
before i get the chance to demolish your good faith and free will.
i am not the man you fought for in the breaking dry spell before the elections.
those are things you must realize if you are to love, hate and enjoy my blood vessels.
injected with a poison
we don't need you anymore.
i saw jazzanova for the second time tonight. i am beyond special. enjoy my loin sauce.
and dressing. you are not the herbivores you said you would be.
in fact, you are much different than my ancestors would have liked.
you are in big trouble with little china
fuck shamen
timmmmmy loves poon farmers
i think you are in big trouble with the law.
you are ready to fight.
i am ready to fight.
everybody is ready tofight
somebody stop me before i am ready to growl.
bob evans, down on the farm
remember when you were down on the farm grandma? i will destroy your evil being.
before it destroys me.
everything is mussed up
look at me i'm sandra dee
never had it never will
i'm like caffeine, except without the milk.
your deodorant makes me angry.
i will finish you.
before i get the chance to demolish your good faith and free will.
i am not the man you fought for in the breaking dry spell before the elections.
those are things you must realize if you are to love, hate and enjoy my blood vessels.
injected with a poison
we don't need you anymore.
i saw jazzanova for the second time tonight. i am beyond special. enjoy my loin sauce.
and dressing. you are not the herbivores you said you would be.
in fact, you are much different than my ancestors would have liked.
you are in big trouble with little china
fuck shamen
timmmmmy loves poon farmers
Monday, September 23, 2002
if you don't at first succeed, try tunnelling to france again.
it'll be much better if you go in the springtime.
far from me to say but you are a nincompoop.
that fashion show on thursday was really funny.
damman
i do know this. you are not welcome in my home
we had another full weekend of intrigue.
friday - had kids. ate them. they were pretty good. a little gamy. actually, we went to the Cinema Electronica show at ResFest at the Palace of Fine Arts. the electronic videos we saw were right on, man.
then we went to go see Recloose (from Detroit) at Galaxy Club. it was cool. good music. ran into mr. nachmann, and we discussed the future of bricks in the UK, as well as picking up sticks and their relationship with meager men from minnesota.
then we arrived home for love, attention, guidance and push-offness. most splendid. do tell.
saturday, we slept very long, then made kitchen noises with pranksters.
it was good.
we did some stuff, then finally got around to getting ready to meet up with the kids at hobson's choice back up on haight street. we got there an hour late, at around 9.
then! what did we do? i'll tell you. we hung there for awhile, then moved on down the street to The Top for some wacky fun times.
it was ok. not bad, not bad. not bad.
did i say that already?
mazel tov.
we hung there, then trekked all the way over to north beach to hit The Great Water.
did i mention i was just at the GW on thursday night, waiting for Mosi (and guffmann) to pick me up for the fashion extravaganza.
free food and drinks thanks to my little blurb in the wave.
yay. some good came of it.
nat, the owner, is happy happy happy.
goodie goodie mob.
i went to the ad agency on thursday so i could see helen pon off and stuff. erno. that was before great water.
see how everything runs backwards now that the planets are aligned and you're looking for me.
i love america.
yesterday, domino mother fucker.
another pretty day for the ages.
sunday is the day that we pray, pray for today.
hey.
2 legit 2 quit.
hey hey.
sunday, we rolled out back to resfest to make it for the 3 pm showing of the Chris Cunningham retrospective, which was most fucked up. the best thing we saw (so much good stuff) was the new "Flex" short...man, more fucked up than nick nolte in malibu (amazing mug shot of him ...so fucking funny, i nearly lost my saltines and butter sticks).
we saw my good former friend in the front row.
more challenging than bacon.
that was fine.
ran into the lau, kellster, jaso, and pals as we walked out.
they were heading in to the spike jonze thing "what's up fatlip" which iwanted to see, but didn't.
i am curious to know more if the price is right.
instead, we hit the bbq that was a real treat up in north beach. up on that rise at montgomery and vallejo where there's a little garden. rocked and stuff. great view and everythign else.
had a lot of fun, saw a lot of photos of burning man from various folk.
good time had by most.
thank you swiss master.
then back over to resfest for more fun and intrigue. now i need presents.
saw the guy from koop there but didnt' know what to say, hey.
see 'em tonight, right.
fright.
sight.
bite.
er.
love,
america
it'll be much better if you go in the springtime.
far from me to say but you are a nincompoop.
that fashion show on thursday was really funny.
damman
i do know this. you are not welcome in my home
we had another full weekend of intrigue.
friday - had kids. ate them. they were pretty good. a little gamy. actually, we went to the Cinema Electronica show at ResFest at the Palace of Fine Arts. the electronic videos we saw were right on, man.
then we went to go see Recloose (from Detroit) at Galaxy Club. it was cool. good music. ran into mr. nachmann, and we discussed the future of bricks in the UK, as well as picking up sticks and their relationship with meager men from minnesota.
then we arrived home for love, attention, guidance and push-offness. most splendid. do tell.
saturday, we slept very long, then made kitchen noises with pranksters.
it was good.
we did some stuff, then finally got around to getting ready to meet up with the kids at hobson's choice back up on haight street. we got there an hour late, at around 9.
then! what did we do? i'll tell you. we hung there for awhile, then moved on down the street to The Top for some wacky fun times.
it was ok. not bad, not bad. not bad.
did i say that already?
mazel tov.
we hung there, then trekked all the way over to north beach to hit The Great Water.
did i mention i was just at the GW on thursday night, waiting for Mosi (and guffmann) to pick me up for the fashion extravaganza.
free food and drinks thanks to my little blurb in the wave.
yay. some good came of it.
nat, the owner, is happy happy happy.
goodie goodie mob.
i went to the ad agency on thursday so i could see helen pon off and stuff. erno. that was before great water.
see how everything runs backwards now that the planets are aligned and you're looking for me.
i love america.
yesterday, domino mother fucker.
another pretty day for the ages.
sunday is the day that we pray, pray for today.
hey.
2 legit 2 quit.
hey hey.
sunday, we rolled out back to resfest to make it for the 3 pm showing of the Chris Cunningham retrospective, which was most fucked up. the best thing we saw (so much good stuff) was the new "Flex" short...man, more fucked up than nick nolte in malibu (amazing mug shot of him ...so fucking funny, i nearly lost my saltines and butter sticks).
we saw my good former friend in the front row.
more challenging than bacon.
that was fine.
ran into the lau, kellster, jaso, and pals as we walked out.
they were heading in to the spike jonze thing "what's up fatlip" which iwanted to see, but didn't.
i am curious to know more if the price is right.
instead, we hit the bbq that was a real treat up in north beach. up on that rise at montgomery and vallejo where there's a little garden. rocked and stuff. great view and everythign else.
had a lot of fun, saw a lot of photos of burning man from various folk.
good time had by most.
thank you swiss master.
then back over to resfest for more fun and intrigue. now i need presents.
saw the guy from koop there but didnt' know what to say, hey.
see 'em tonight, right.
fright.
sight.
bite.
er.
love,
america
Friday, September 20, 2002
good lord
i am indeed a slackass of very large proportions.
i vowed i would be back at this every day,
yet,
i have not.
so sayeth the shepherd.
crunchy
i was GOING to say
the hour of 4-5am is the critical point, when night turns into day.
not, in the literal "when the sun actually rises" sense.
fuck that shit.
i'm talking about 4-5am is when last night turns into "this morning"
you know?
like right now, it's 4:05 am
so shit
yeah
like when i got up at 5 the other morning, that was fine.
that was morning.
4 am is still night.
my god, what the fuck.
damn
crazy shit afoot i tell you.
rumblings in the distance
something is coming for me
but what is it?
and where doth it come from?
only quaker oats guy knows for sure.
see, this isn't hard to babble on about nothing, now is it?
i'm sure the 1-2 readers that are now currently checking this shit out are going "yeah"
yeah
and more yeahs
not to be confused with the "yeah yeah yeahs"
no no (i haven't actually heard the cd but as underground pretty well read of current shit hipster, i can tell they're already getting the hype. is it for real?)
i didn't dig the dude at the phonebooth earlier this evening (see, i still said this evening. i'm still thinking this is thursday) butting into our conversation about bush and shit.
come on.
the first, time, fine.
second time...well...it's all good but...
third time...dude
what's UP?
go away.
shit
yo
but you know whatever.
i'm on the laid back trip..
yeah i just said that. deal.
see
now my "logical" part of my brain is telling me "yo, it's 4:09 am. bed down."
shit, i know.
especially since i have lockjaw.
and a licking The Kitty on my left arm.
bothersome.
yet, i like it.
fucked. i am.
the fashion show this evening ...the macy's 20th anniversary thingie.....strange.
the "circus act" at the end was quite something...especially the spinning four peeps...two women, two men...all barely dressed in skimpy flesh colored sorta outfits.
they all had on heavy theatrical like glitter on faces, chests (girls were topless but both had the glitter....)
yeah
hanging from this giant circle ball thing.
it was cool.
confusing and fairly sexual at times...
of course..
fashion show...what a trip that was.
i didn't know a thing about it.
a whole other world.
so fake.
yet so fascinating.
yeah.
logical tim is winning out.
brush teeth and retire, fall asleep watching bad movies on movie channels.
chunk
love and anklets
bunny D
i am indeed a slackass of very large proportions.
i vowed i would be back at this every day,
yet,
i have not.
so sayeth the shepherd.
crunchy
i was GOING to say
the hour of 4-5am is the critical point, when night turns into day.
not, in the literal "when the sun actually rises" sense.
fuck that shit.
i'm talking about 4-5am is when last night turns into "this morning"
you know?
like right now, it's 4:05 am
so shit
yeah
like when i got up at 5 the other morning, that was fine.
that was morning.
4 am is still night.
my god, what the fuck.
damn
crazy shit afoot i tell you.
rumblings in the distance
something is coming for me
but what is it?
and where doth it come from?
only quaker oats guy knows for sure.
see, this isn't hard to babble on about nothing, now is it?
i'm sure the 1-2 readers that are now currently checking this shit out are going "yeah"
yeah
and more yeahs
not to be confused with the "yeah yeah yeahs"
no no (i haven't actually heard the cd but as underground pretty well read of current shit hipster, i can tell they're already getting the hype. is it for real?)
i didn't dig the dude at the phonebooth earlier this evening (see, i still said this evening. i'm still thinking this is thursday) butting into our conversation about bush and shit.
come on.
the first, time, fine.
second time...well...it's all good but...
third time...dude
what's UP?
go away.
shit
yo
but you know whatever.
i'm on the laid back trip..
yeah i just said that. deal.
see
now my "logical" part of my brain is telling me "yo, it's 4:09 am. bed down."
shit, i know.
especially since i have lockjaw.
and a licking The Kitty on my left arm.
bothersome.
yet, i like it.
fucked. i am.
the fashion show this evening ...the macy's 20th anniversary thingie.....strange.
the "circus act" at the end was quite something...especially the spinning four peeps...two women, two men...all barely dressed in skimpy flesh colored sorta outfits.
they all had on heavy theatrical like glitter on faces, chests (girls were topless but both had the glitter....)
yeah
hanging from this giant circle ball thing.
it was cool.
confusing and fairly sexual at times...
of course..
fashion show...what a trip that was.
i didn't know a thing about it.
a whole other world.
so fake.
yet so fascinating.
yeah.
logical tim is winning out.
brush teeth and retire, fall asleep watching bad movies on movie channels.
chunk
love and anklets
bunny D
Friday, September 13, 2002
the man or woman (but probably man) who invented the divider between urinals deserve a friendly toot of the horn from passersby.
definitely.
good work, maestro.
tina and i are still trying to figure out why people say that the opening scene in "interview with a vampire" as shot or based around a place on divisadero. the opening shot seems to me to look a lot like market street and that one triangle building similar to the one in NYC's times square.
yes'm.
grapes.
today tina and i saw a double feature: spider-man and men in black II.
i found spider-man to be the superior of the two.
i liked it. sure a bit over the top and cheesy at times...but it was soooo true to the comic book aspects of the character. i loved it.
i forgot how much of a fan i was of spider-man from the 1960s, when it was first started by stan lee and steve ditko. his artwork...was very ...blocky..but in that cool kinda comic booky early 60s square kinda vibe...reminds me of what i like about superman comics from the 60s and some of the 70s, more early.....the end of the 70s, superman was a big hulky mass of a flag-waving fool.
or something.
the double feature was a good idea. you finally feel like you get your money's worth (in this case, a measly $6.50 at our fave theater.....whoooo...sony metreon i.e. megaplex of everything.
i'm listening to "hypnotic state," this strange electronic compilation from 1995 on C&S Records (??).
funny thing is, it has my good friend seofon's track on there.
funny because i bought this randomly in 1995 and then met the guy years later, sat next to him at listen.com
yup.
grandma didn't raise no dummy.
lordy lordy.
sheeit
definitely.
good work, maestro.
tina and i are still trying to figure out why people say that the opening scene in "interview with a vampire" as shot or based around a place on divisadero. the opening shot seems to me to look a lot like market street and that one triangle building similar to the one in NYC's times square.
yes'm.
grapes.
today tina and i saw a double feature: spider-man and men in black II.
i found spider-man to be the superior of the two.
i liked it. sure a bit over the top and cheesy at times...but it was soooo true to the comic book aspects of the character. i loved it.
i forgot how much of a fan i was of spider-man from the 1960s, when it was first started by stan lee and steve ditko. his artwork...was very ...blocky..but in that cool kinda comic booky early 60s square kinda vibe...reminds me of what i like about superman comics from the 60s and some of the 70s, more early.....the end of the 70s, superman was a big hulky mass of a flag-waving fool.
or something.
the double feature was a good idea. you finally feel like you get your money's worth (in this case, a measly $6.50 at our fave theater.....whoooo...sony metreon i.e. megaplex of everything.
i'm listening to "hypnotic state," this strange electronic compilation from 1995 on C&S Records (??).
funny thing is, it has my good friend seofon's track on there.
funny because i bought this randomly in 1995 and then met the guy years later, sat next to him at listen.com
yup.
grandma didn't raise no dummy.
lordy lordy.
sheeit
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