| subterranean homesick jews |
[08 Apr 2006|05:09am] |
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wake up kid
its something you did
dont know when but you did yourself in
hopefully JB is wearing contacts tomorrow
even if my new haircut makes me look like his mom
even if he cheats at the numbers game
might even stop in for a magnetic race war when im not on the clock
hopefully i dont have to put anymore old people into ric flair-style arm pretzels
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| the cousin of death |
[03 Apr 2006|04:55am] |
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nasty nas |
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i wish i slept
"you're the sleepinest mutha fucka i know"
-ed vance
yeah right, that would be nice
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| other voices, other rooms |
[28 Mar 2006|04:21pm] |
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there are more tears shed over answered prayers than unanswered ones - TC
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[28 Mar 2006|03:23am] |
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it was like we were raised in the same house, then one day he went out the front door and i went out the back.
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| the tip of the tongue taking a trip of three steps |
[24 Mar 2006|04:02am] |
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Charlotte, NC is on and crackin'. fuck buffalo, not only am i never coming back but i can count the people ill keep in touch with on one hand. and one of them is JP Losman and another the Why Guy Kevin O'Neill from channel 4. So that really narrows it down. Maybe I can fit in Don Paul but then id only be able to talk to on of my parents and that would be a tough call to make. Nah, ill be coming back all the time but i really cant wait to leave. What was it today like 28 degrees in March? Fuck that! I just got an e-mail from Jane magazine and they're gonna publish my story (maybe). If they do I get a 1,000 bones but more importantly I get a fuckin story published, yeah its a girl magazine, but ummm...go fuck yourself. The earliest itll be in is june or july. its called "lets act like we've been here before" and its about the Pink so I better get customer of the fuckin week soon. Cognomen, poltroon, alpinist these are just some of the words I encountered in like the first 20 pages of Lolita that I dont know (yeah Im finally getting around to that one). Oh, and an army of Hanks is pretty self-explanatory. its an army (a group of violent people) named Hank (regardless of gender) so if you ever run into a young girl named Hank Johnson, run. she probably wont hurt you but she might write some scathing shit about you in a women's magazine
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[02 Feb 2006|07:36am] |
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cam'ron - killa cam |
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Im way too awake and I feel like I have a lot to say but I dont think I could put it better that my favorite poet:
killa cam killa cam cam killa cam killa cam cam killa killa cam killa cam cam killa cam killa cam killa killa killa killa cam killa cam killa cam killa cam cam killa cam killa cam cam killa cam cam killa cam killa cam killa cam killa cam killa cam cam killa killa cam killa cam cam killa cam killa cam killa cam cam killa killa killa killa cam killa cam cam killa killa cam killa cam cam killa killa killa cam killa cam cam killa cam killa cam killa killa cam...
and so forth. pretty deep, right? Its like the Bible, I read it in times of strife.
he also says:
lemonhead
end up dead
ice like winnipeg
gym stones
flinstones
you could say im friends with fred
what does that even mean? is he really friends with fred flinstone? am I the lemonhead? are you? whose gonna end up dead? everyone who listens to the song? why are rappers always talking shit about "you"? what is their beef with me? its like if my mom had beats.
she would probably rip it way better than that:
youre twenty-three
but ill spill you like hennessy
your ass is always sleeping
like youre with the enemy
my name's mom
i puff chron
and post bonds
fuck with ann and you get smoked
fast like ramadan
i say clean your room
do it and thats all
i got heat
i always carry like im john or bradshaw
im that raw
yo Im the M-O-M
fuck with me youre on the streets
like your ghetto friends
...ohhhh and then its like 8 Mile and Rick starts chanting and I just stand there holding the mike cuz I know I got dissed, and Mekhi Pfifer runs up and hugs my mom, and all my boys are like "yo youre mom murdered you, son. I thought you said you could handle her." Then I get kicked out of the crew and end up selling her bootlegs on the street.
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| Mo Cuishle |
[31 Jan 2006|07:05am] |
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Forgot how awesome Million Dollar Baby is. So good I cant sleep. Its the first movie I ever went and saw in a theater by myself and everytime Ive seen it since ive been alone. One time I invited a girl to a tool concert, knowing she was a big fan. She turned it down because it was too personal to her, because seeing it with other people would cheapen it, take it away from her. I thought it was weird at the time but now I guess I understand. Part of it is that I cant explain why its so amazing and i dont want to have to. Its probably just that I saw it a weird time in my life so would never mean the same thing to anyone else. But theres also the fact that morgan freeman + narrator = sweet (Shawshank, Penguins, etc.). Its a movie about boxing the same way that Eternal Sunshine is a movie about mind erasing or Lost In Translation is a movie about touring Japan. everyone should see it, just not with me, I guess.
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| go mordecai |
[30 Jan 2006|09:01am] |
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immediately afer making this statement tyler realized that it was true
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| one more song about moving along the highway |
[29 Jan 2006|05:24am] |
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dont go into the past unless youre marty mcfly
im sick of everything
i really suck at these kinds of things (everything) including shaving, mailing letters, writing checks, sleeping, all that life shit
"i wish we had some flavored coffee so we could celebrate this moment in our lives"
"rolling through the pages of my life, underneath your name where its underlined, ive been turned around ive been mystified"
"im sure the manual will indicate which one is the velocitator and which the decelatrix"
anyone who can tell me where the above quotes or my headline thing are from is a genius of the highest order and should consider a career in getting references or being a dork
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| Top Five Old Guys #1: Rick |
[27 Jan 2006|07:11am] |
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carole king- so far away |
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Rick vs Tyler CD exchange:
Dick Johnson received:
Ryan Adams-29
Bright Eyes - Fevers & Mirrors
Rushmore & Royal Tenenbaums Soundtracks
wilco- Yankee Hotel Foxtrot
Kings of Leon- Aha Shake Heartbreak (we're each allowed to hit the other with something theyll probably hate, I was gonna go with Jay-Z or Clipse but I didnt want to cause any "cooler" flashbacks)
Tyler BJ received:
Bob Dylan- Bringing It All Back Home (straight classic, "Maggies Farm," "Mr Tambourine Man")
Carole King- Tapestry (havent really listened to this one all the way through since the vinyl my parents had when I was like 8, at which time I was sure Carole and I were gonna get married some day. Now shes probably old as hell and has kids with every member of CSN & Y. Doesnt anybody stay in one place anymore?)
Otis Redding- Respect (I think this was Ricks choice for the one I would probably hate, but I dig it in the most serious of ways. Listening to his "Respect" and Carole's "Natural Woman" you kinda lose some respect for Aretha)
Dire Straits- Sultans of Swing (I think Rick gave me this one as a kind of joint autobiography because we both get our money for nothing and our chicks for free)
The Beatles- Revolver (Tyler! you didnt already have this one! youre such a poseur fag. I said it so you dont have to, Im all about saving you time)
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[19 Jan 2006|08:58am] |
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iron & wine - such great heights |
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hold up all this
to the flame
in the sky
to block out the light
thats reaching
for our eyes
cuz it would blind us
only two people read this, one thinks i know everything about music, the other thinks i dont know shit but bright eyes, theyre both right. one of them made my sweet new layout, the other hooked me up with my sweet ryan adams icon. im grateful to both of them not just for that, but for making me think about shit i normally wouldnt. one of them is incredibly sexy and has large breasts, the other doesnt work with me at mobil, whooooo! ill be here all week try the fish MUTHAFUCKA!!!!!
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| an attempt to tip the scales |
[16 Jan 2006|04:34am] |
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"winter's gonna end, im gonna clean these veins again, so close to dying that i finally can start living, so we trade liquor for blood, in an attempt to tip the scales, i think you lost what you loved in that mess of details, they seemed so important at the time, now you cant even recall, any names, faces or lines, its more the feeling of it all, well summers gonna come its gonna cloud our eyes again, no need for focus when theres nothing thats worth seeing"
I alternately bone/shit on that genius/fag but he wrote about me giving blood last week, five years ago, so not only is he tres art and sexy but he can tell the future. poetry sucks, words are my shit but only in novels and song lyrics. words without characters or melodies can blow me.
I met the warrior princess today. shes 40, foul-mouthed and awesome, if you taped her talking and played it backwards it would probably just say "dont gimme no shit" over and over. shes kinda like my mom but black and from brooklyn. If I was 20 years older and didnt have a thing for this scorpio from the falls id totally go for that.
The headline on the Buffalo News today is "Robbery Rates Soar Across Region." wheres my part of that? i havent been part of a good robbery in years. you get to leave work early, see a gun close-up and have a bad-ass story to tell.
oh snap. more oberst for that ass.
"so there still is hope, yes i can be healed, there is someone looking for what ive concealed, in my secret drawer, in my pockets deep you will find the reasons that i cant sleep, and you will still want me, they are sad in their suburbs, robots water the lawn, they give speeches to their sisters on the telephone, saying you come home, you come here, dont stay so far away from me, this weather has me wanting love more tangible, something i can hold, 'cause its getting cold"
conor: do you ever hear things that arent really there?
interviewer: im sorry what?
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[14 Jan 2006|05:31am] |
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I was about to publicize my last entry but its tres deep and personal. by deep I mean drunken and by personal I mean it wouldve caused mass suicides, every rite-aid in the buffalo area wouldve sold out of ny-quil and straight razors. multiple people told me im shitty at my job today. no shit, guys, you mightve well have also told me i have brown hair and live in america. im all for stating the obvious, i do it all the time, but i dont come to where they work and slap the dicks out of their respective mouths (i used "respective" there but that doesnt mean that any one of them doesnt have multiple dicks in his/her mouth). J-Lu said some pretty funny shit today, he just looked at the clock and said "its 10 o'clock and im still gay" brilliant in its randomness, i guess you had to be there. this entry is guilty of multiple bad jokes and casual use of the french language. i have to go outside now as the bald man is probably pissed and waiting, i wish he was someone else.
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[10 Jan 2006|09:46am] |
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the white stripes get behind me satan |
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the road youre speeding down is the same one im trying to cross. you could kill someone with no more than a dent in your fender and your passengers wouldnt even notice. so please be careful. pedestrians are people too, even if they picked a bad time to cross the street.
"To tell the truth its hard to have someone who you want to hide your darkness from so they wont let you down, if we're only scared of losing it how will it last? if I am a stranger now to you, I will always be, and if you let it go, I will try to be there for you, if I can, what if I can't?"
-R. Adams
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| apples to assholes |
[09 Jan 2006|06:57am] |
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...I have an unfortunate talent for pointing out my own shortcomings. for some reason I think that people will find this habit endearing or at least appreciate my honesty. This is a bit like a prostitute standing next to a billboard with a picture of her own pubic lice magnified 1,000,000 times and wondering where all the business went.
If I were in business, say selling apples or something, while the vendor across the street was polishing his wares and tossing out the rotten ones, I would be showing off my crop's bruises and imperfections. The mutants with 2 stems would be on the top shelf. The one the fat kid dug his fingernails in? right up front, maybe he can wipe some snot on it, too. Fuck you half-price! You cant find that snotty fingernail apple anywhere else, shit should be in a museum.
"The guy across the street doesnt need your business," I might say. "If you dont buy from me who will? These apples need you." It wouldn't be an effort to gain sympathy, just to express the direness of the situation, to offer a WWJD situation to the average apple-buying dickhead. Its a new kind of salesmanship that will probably never catch on. Its based on the principle that no one else has the balls to put something this damaged on the market and be this open about it. After all, the other dude's apples could have worms and shit, too. You're still taking a gamble, just a prettier one.
But no matter what they say everyone wants to be duped and bullshitted. They dont care if the inside is rotten so long as the skin is shiny. Wearing a big shit-eating grin on the ride home is worth a little disappointment when you take the first bite, at least you thought you were smart for a little while. Honesty is the best policy like bankruptcy is a savvy business move. Melancholy is for commies, depth doesnt sell in the sticks.
Youll never make it in this town, your apples fuckin suck
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