either you run right RIGHT now or you best get ready to hide

most men pursue pleasure with such breathless haste that they hurry past it this is what happens when you listen to too much the oakridge boys

"Yes I’m sitting free even thou I love her still She’d be no good to me if I held her against her will Even thou that girl she’s the best part of my world Along with all my dreams I’m sitting fancy-free "

in case you missd something

-She’d be no good to me if I held her against her will-

the circulatroy system is releasing their new cd somehow somewhere roughneck jihad's Richard Dastardly identity is waaaay less good than it shouldaf been, he mostly just talks about pussys and fucking shit (them) up also in the similar hiphop scene another great poet, shwayze:

I met her at a backyard blockparty by the bar. And she kept lookin' at me like she knew who I was. She was buzzin' all over me. She was buzzin' all over me. She was buzzin' all over me like she fell in love.

newmusicpost is this post the dead weather will be at street scene

my name is john johnson but everyone calls me vicky

apparently don talk about myselfe enough ppl r like euhhh im not gon build a real connection to you because im the only body who puts any heart strings out yours' all in still so euhhh

erin makes me feel like not anything (in destructive and appraising ways she does this)

'it is only inevitable that
someday(s) these hands will be edible
but! i am a wolf! (lobo)
blackening your eyes (soleo)
will cure your blindness
but,
We: champions of our destiny
You cannot escape the fang of Tangier!
I S P I T F I R E
iSpitfire'


people area lying alround
dogs are dying who's in charge
people are hiding their false hearts

some poeple think beauty is stupid to be obsessed with , i guess trying to apply it (put it on) to yourself is, but i really like it; constant pursuit? yes, to live beautifully

that joe guy is really weird, that jen girl is really weird, that kelby guy is really weird but really spot-on, that jakegreve guy is really weird dont he have a terriblename?, that alham lady is really weird, gah, people are so goofy. thas my feelings in destructive and appraising ways that talkin about mself

we want our film to be beautiful not re-a-lis-tic

today is the weirdest day in news in so long: the sri lankan tamil general aint dead, the california supreme court is all wonky, mike tyson's baby died, a canadian guy ate a seal hearts, they finished the mouse genome (THE WHOLE THING)

putting all this together makes our world seem so weird, plus how weird is the tmz-news? understatement has never been used better

kafka------->TMZ



last night i relived the deadliest experience of my life and then woke up

ust fown that guy shockeringloomtown!'s blog (that guidedbyvoices song) and it makes me miss punk music, that guy is so nostalgic he reminds me of my dad --sorry if you're that guy i dont mean nothing bad bout neither mdad nor the guy just the emphaticnostalgia


whatis hislefthand upto


how fucking good is jg ballard? super legit is more like it

the basketball season is coming to a end and kinda glad that i'll be able to relate to people again, because only weirdoes (dear-woes) love dwight howard and ray allen and anderson varejao . that's prollythe worst part about the tom-deal, not getting to talk about sports and man stuff like that (read: sadface); fuck im still whining about that but who aint

why would anyone want to confront a grotesque animal? ew yelch, but i guess i would. okayokay, yeah: a/ anomalous species == = == super fascinating, ask people who like dinosaurs and lichen and vampires; b/ it's cool to like things other people dont for some reason that's only true when you also communicate that what other people like is <<> (IF PEOPLEmyfriendsspecifically MADEMORE ART BASED ON CONFINING, LIMITING DIMENSIONS [I E SOMETHING VERY HORIZONTAL] I WOULD PUT IT HERE*) * * * S T A R * * * * * * M A N * * * on the above apostrophe, refer to something like the drone song on that illinoise sufjan stevens album, or the entiresong crepesculo sul mare for a longer(in duration, not definitely length) obra i can't afford for things to keep crazying on me, i'm going to be crazy if it happens too fast, i need time to interpret and get it back out apparently prom is happening this weekend, it makes me think of dancing, which is a great thing to me on account of its form plus idea (thanks plato! first shoutout): neitzche says 'i only believe in a god that knows how to dance' and then mr miyagi's affirmation 'never trust a spiritual guide who cannot dance' miyagi <--> nietzsche (pronounced like tallahasee)

the other day i talked about communication-in-the-modernera-of-instantaneity-and-the-proliferated-internet to young furly danny poceta, i think he dug it; he's mass diggable ten points danny poceta i wonder how we'll turn out he and i and her and us. not good probably 'internet silence'


pd. is there a better way to link (better) music

and napoleon and genghis kahn and hitler tried and mussolini too

-woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo


today madi macnabb comes home, tuesday, the archetype people ask me about, school's over, evan's my cousin,

alexa's going to north carolina firstclass every weekend with some gaypsychiatrist primohusband, tragedy no one reads shakespeare, shes definilly going to move there or someody'll get knived in the end or midsection, the end is always written in the beginning

gretchen from faust stopped being the woman--i found the futurewoman the perfectwoman she's the untagged hottie in facebook pictures, master and the margarita was a diff'rent era too,

drunk off of corona and awkardness last night and when i drove home i saw a car on fire on the sidewalk and a bum leaning towards it parallel and not facing it,

someday i only want to buy beer and gas and dinners, shopping list for my italian birthday: also include warm jackets

pd. i watchd 'blindness' tonight and compared to reading it for this, that movie was real (try all the names maybe better)

didnt leave nobody but the baby

kiss played on american idol

things I recommend, tastes to define a pop novel character: heart of darkness, blood meridian, egon schiele, liszt sonata in b minor, pelham 123 --vanishing point, janice dickinson, codein, gustave dore, free beer, the sri lankan civil war , kiss +the band+, coming off codein

G R U N E W A L D, too

i run to the sea! didnae you hear? it was bleedin, srs

i just have a lot of feelings today

got ticketed today for texxt-while-driving today, i tried to explain i was reading the satanic verses, on account of it was in my lap but i think the arresting++issuing officer --Zed Rayyan-- just thought i was a weirdo, he wrote the whole ticket,
came back and we talked about his name, he's from new zealand and people usually guess he's middle-eastern (intending syrian, on account of there was that militarized zone in syria when releavant whitepeople people used to fight in syria x-nmber of years ago)
i guessed asia, not that he rippedup the ticket over our flirt

tow emailed this essay i wrote to this piddly publication lady at ucsd hadley mendoza and i tried to go to the interview but shitcameup
rode in a hurry with my bag of juices and assay of who i am as a potential to be exhibited for their fanbase. it was the closest i've come to having to see the realname in print wheww

this mother fucker on american idol just tried to cover sam cooke change gon' come; shit's irreparable ----===---> E X I S T E R E : can white dudes do black dude songs? sympathy? empathy? imaginative empathy ? creative sympathy? centuries of subjugation and marginalization?

girlfriend's afraid i'm in love with tam, if only she knew what lies beneath my temple of doom, if only she knew i know what projection is, ten to won they go lookin for each otha after this

dark night of the soul

i knew (+knew+) a simple soldier boy who grinned at life in emptee joy
slept soundly thru ther winter dark
and whistled early with the lark

in winter trenches cowwwed and glum
wiv crumps and lice and lack of rum
he but a pullet through his brain
no one spoke of him again

you smugged-faced krowds with kindling eye
who cheer
who cheer
when soldier lads march by
sneak home
sneak home
sneak home and pray you'll never know
the hell where youf and laughter go



^there's some dead-ass sentiments, try that much sorrow in the sext-genration

have to analyze vonnegut these next few weeks, never realized how weird it would be to do wthat with anything by him except player piano and cat's cradle, but its
the first

time i've heard about fate in a long time (not including any of the traditional european authors or anyone before chaucer) because it's a closed-minded idea i figure, gestalt is way more accurate

gah, i miss bulgakov and hegel and li po and my guys, my dudes: (being in) real-life thinking is all convoluted with emotions and discrepencies and confrontations and lovin and dudes with money and dudes without

pd. I'M A STRONG DEAD MAN

i'm used to lots of things; i work at wal-mart

bullshit