| Stupid stupid joke 2009-12-10 22:24:06 ET |
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Ever meet a dickhead over 5 feet 4 inches? Ever wonder where the rest of the dick is?
/rimshot
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| I have become a songwriter. 2009-10-18 06:49:16 ET |
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No, not a singer-songwriter. Just a songwriter. It's easier to learn how to write than it is to learn how to sing. You dig?
Why books are better than movies is because books are deliciously vague as to various details whether they be visual or otherwise. This vagueness causes the reader's mind to paint in the blanks with perceptions derived from personal experience. This makes books feel more personal and in touch with a person's own self. I have decided to carry this vagueness over into song format as a way to make money make the listeners of the song feel like it's tailored to them in particular. Also it;s been neutered to prevent any general form of offense.
Enjoy!
"Generic Song"
I once woke up
From a dream that I had
In which something important to me happened.
And then I woke up in and got out of bed
And got a call on my phone from a friend.
This person said "Why don't we get a meal?"
I asked at what place and they said "That one"
And so I got dressed
And off I went and I got there in some time.
They were already there
Or maybe they weren't
But we got down to eat and we ordered food and we drank drink.
We talked about stuff and we talked about us
And I felt a very strong emotion.
Then the other person spoke of some calamity
And this made me feel different than before.
But we and the other person talked through it.
Now I'm out on the street in some kind of weather
And I'm shuffling my footwear or I'm skipping.
And now I'm writing this song
And I hope it's not too long.
And I hope you can relate
And not get offended!
Copyright, copyright
Trademark trademark
Copyright
Insert my name here
Circle 'round C
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| A thought. 2009-10-01 02:32:44 ET |
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Panda meat is like Promethean fire.
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| Cooking...with gas! 2009-09-30 16:00:19 ET |
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Last 2 pork chops from the "family pack" (what? Like a family of piggies got slaughtered for it?) started to stink up the fridge. Cooking them now....
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| Psychogeography 2009-09-30 01:11:30 ET |
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Hmm, I moved to Manhattan. I didn't really expect it and it turned out to be a spur-of-the-moment type decision caused by me seizing an opportunity by the coat tails. But tonight (or, technically, last twilight) upon walking home I reflected that it was a good choice. Not only because I'm in Manhattan and thus location-wise I'm quite close to the social and economic epicenter of New York but because, as I was walking home from the grocery store, I was reminded of how much this place feels like Moscow. Not the real physical Moscow of today but the vague memorable Moscow of my kid youth. The Moscow which lives on in the nostalgic remnants of memory within my mind. My childhood in Moscow, as well as the 2 subsequent trips back there, are my Kaddath in the cold waste. It reminds me of a story from a Russian book that I have called "The Troll's Gift". The book itself is a collection of Scandinavian children's stories most of which related in some ways to trolls. There is a story there about a kid who, alone in his bedroom one evening, hears a knock on his window. The origin of the knock is from some magical character who ends up taking the kid to this land which exists only in the twilight. A land that is a sort of overlay over our real reality. And as I was walking to my new Manhattan home today in the twilight I was reminded of how this story as well as the Twilight Zone series relays the concept that the twilight is somehow weird. And it is. It feels like that. The weirdest thing is that it always feels nostalgic to me. As if all twilights are part of the same time period. Like in that comics, "The Invisibles", some time/place combinations are related because they are spacial and temporal locations where another universe is intersecting with ours. That's how twilight feels like to me. Like it's the same event repeated whenever I'm outside experiencing that part of the evening. And I get a similar feeling looking out the window at night. It feels like home but from god knows when.
Weirdness.
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| In Like Flint 2009-09-19 21:17:52 ET |
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"Brain and hair washing - at the same time?!"
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