Thursday, July 17, 2003

i've been taken under. where the day converged into winter. a stubborn animal picking off clean, dry bones. almost translucent, practically a window. layers of spackle begin to chip away like cicada shells. marks in the walls replace the populus awaiting rays off light and fake smiles.

Tuesday, July 15, 2003

wow, Denis Leary really is a Bill Hicks knock off.

i don't wanna be one of those people who throws out that card any chance they get, but it's true. Leary's approach is a bit more mainstream, and he basically just took the "angry guy with a ciggarette" look of Hicks, but he had none of the substance that Hicks' material has. it's just the ranting and raving and misdirected anger, which Hicks did, but it was a small part of his bit.

i guess it does'nt matter. the Asshole song is still a hoot.
NP:Melvins-the Bit.

the internet sucks without the relapse board.

Monday, July 14, 2003

NP:Sonic Youth-The Diamond Sea

CBGBs kicks ass.

i collect dead bugs now. i have 2 flies, a beetle, an ant, and i just got a wasp. my house is Dave Cronenberg's playground.

i saw Lou Reed on Def Poetry Jam. it's amazing how this guy just blew away all of these "wow i'm from the streets bitch" trying too hard to be intense trying to hard to be urban jack offs. here is this 50 year old pasty recovering drug addict, who partied with Andy Warhol, Nico, and all the other art house vampires, calmly talking about a guy doing coke and getting his throat sliced open in the alley behind some seedy NY dive. no shouting, no hand gestures, no "BIG UP TO ALL MY PEEPS ON THE EAST SIDE NIGGAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" just "life is shit, and whatever you think is making you feel better is making things even shittier, so here's a quiet, beautiful expression of a murderous impulse and self destruction".

insert conclusion here.