06/25/04 07:48 - ID#35277
Ce Soir
I wish I knew how to bold.
Terry, brother, I saw the sweat flying off your forehead whilst you walked from the laundrymat. Cart it my friend, lest you get hemorrhoids (or more if you have them).
I will be proming it up tonight, so I must attend to doing my hair and shaving for the next two hours. My face that is. And getting flowers for my dates.
Strike that.
We're going to scratch the flowers and go right with alcohol instead. I'll hear no complaints, so stop it.
The new Wilco and the new Ozomatli are fucking great. If you think not, you know not good things.
Jesus Christ, I might as well have said, riddle me this . . . did you read that shit?
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06/24/04 01:30 - ID#35276
I'm No Poet.
On a side note, everytime I spell check because I'm a fucking flash card away from being
illiterate, my computer busts all up. The web site freezes and what I just spent days writing gets lost, so guess what, I spell like shit, take it or leave it.
Now, as for what I spoke of this evening.
Turtles in an Aquarium
I sip my Bass as two TV’s play shit.
Football on one,
shit.
Not even legit, it’s a scrimmage.
Commercials of the History channel
No history,
shit.
It’s all speculation anyway.
The better show is in front of my face.
Not you, dip shits,
the turtles.
Yes, the turtles in the aquarium.
That’s legit,
and not shit.
Then of course Dylan's Last Thoughts on Woody Guthrie
Then finally, and a version of this originated on this site, thanks to Rachel:
Tick.
I was once asked what makes me tick. Here’s the answer . . .
Could it be the desire to find a connection, knowing only that it has been done before?
Perhaps.
Could it be that there has to be a reason for something somewhere and quite possibly I'll find out tomorrow?
Perhaps.
Or it could be that for all the absurdity, all the times I mess up, lose it, lose someone, give up, stop working, stop giving chances, stop taking chances, start riding fast, stop going slow, stop sleeping, quit reading Thomas at the Pink, stop writing about my day, my year, my decisions, my, my, this person, that person, that one over there with her head in her hands, me over here, face in a notepad, on the cusp of something, figuring out what someone else knows, thinking about what you know, or I know, or what Woody Guthrie knew and tried to tell, what I know and am trying to tell, or trying to listen, trying to keep my mouth shut for once, or open my mouth for once, for being honest, for saying sorry, or thanks or let's have a drink, or let's live, now, here, not tomorrow, today, the moment is gone as soon as you think it, but the clock still goes on and the apathy is enviable, especially when you stand on the rocks at the marina on a hot August evening when the storm clouds frame the sun over the water, a raindrop hits my book and the next line reads "and the rain began to fall," and makes me think, yes, this is where I am at, that is why I'm here, and I will see that again, and I can show this, regardless if you see what I do, I can show you this, and you can say what time is it, and I can say, "God knows," this is all worth it.
Bob Dylan said the answer to everything can be found at the Grand Canyon at Sundown. I'm not sure because I haven't been, but I can go and I will, and I'll see what he saw. That is beauty. That you can, I can, and yet those who can't, never will. That is all ye know on earth, and all ye need to know. Or in my own words, it's that simple.
Perhaps.
tick
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06/23/04 04:30 - ID#35275
You Should be Here, Tonight
tonight, if you're bored, or feel at all like being alienated, or doing some alienation, head on over to that Coffee & place just south of Spot (the place wherein I will start my caffeine high, writing and ultimately getting frustrated with everything).
Myself along with a very witty and sardonic freind of mine who is now in the process of picking a new name for herself, will go at 8 or so'ish and attempt to deliver lines of poetry in a dignified manner, in a dignified way. You all should stop by because it's a Wednesday.
I will say this - absurdness will be covered along with the ever famous poem by yours truthfully, Turtles in an Aquarium.
After that well . . . a decent bit o'debauchery.
That is all.
Alas.
-ticksayoybay
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06/22/04 04:26 - ID#35274
Do It
"Yes I know it's tough . . . I'm so sorry" I say when I really mean
"Jesus Christ, shut the fuck up and get it done"
You won't change until you need to. I'm not going to rub you shoulders while you bet that hand. I'm busy enough with my shitty cards.
It ain't me babe, nah, nah, nah . . .
Hell I ain't even drunk.
"Never assume the one who seeks to comfort you lives untroubled." -Bell Hooks
Yeah this shit goes for me too.
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06/22/04 04:08 - ID#35273
You Don't Choose Wri . . . ah fuck it
It was a mere suggestion to get more, I don't know, open writing, if you will. Not that, of course, people don't openly write, but, I don't know, I just look forward to people teetering on the edge of absurdity. It's fun for me.
I've always loved that though. For me it's like hearing "Take the A-Train" while you're standing in the middle of Grand Central.
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06/21/04 01:51 - ID#35272
One More Thing
Anyone of you nocturnal creatures want to go and graba cup of coffee and a cheesecake at around 3 or 4am? Pano's, Towne . . . I ask because i of course will be up doing work and to think that I have somewhere to go at 4am will keep my ass from falling asleep.
It'll be fun. Oh and I have to get up at 7 too, so that's a shitty excuse.
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06/21/04 01:07 - ID#35271
Evidence
I see where you're going Paul and others but seriously, you've got to cover your bases, that's all.
If they start to look into my existential rants, and see something in them, which lets face it, they most likely do already, but then sure, I'm out. Leave no recognizable marks.
Hell I might just let my dog talk.
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06/20/04 08:27 - ID#35270
Really . . .
What's her ass smell like?
-Billy
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06/20/04 08:10 - ID#35269
Josie's on a vacation far away . . .
My dog is looking at me like, brother, you brought this upon yourself. What a dick. But, I have it saved and will make another one with the title track being, Run, Run Away.
Such anger in this dog.
So Paul I would have loved to chill with you guys last night and today/night, but I alas I could not. And I had to work today so . . . If they had the festival on Wednesday, I'd be set.
I'm heading to Coffee and (pornos) (hey if they don't finish the phrase, I will) for a meeting of the minds. Physics baby. Physics.
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06/20/04 01:35 - ID#35268
So what's this about?
Yeah look I don't have much time because I don't know when the fucker's coming back. See, he does this. He leaves to go, who the hell knows where, but always forgets something like sunglasses which by the way scares the shit out of me because I'm like usually getting off on a pillow, or about to destroy a shoe (I don't know why I do these things, it just happens).
Oh, I should . . . um yeah, look, I finally figured out how to get on this thing. By the way, this is Billy, brian's eh-hem, stickboy's (whatever that fucking means) dog. I'm bored out of my tiny mind, so I'm going to be jumping on here everynow and then to give a dog's perspective since you humans are doing such a fantastic job with the world. (See he leaves NPR on for me when he disappears because I think he hates me, and . . . give me a minute . . . okay, well I probably know more about society than all of you put together. I'm not bragging, but have you ever listened to NPR for 12 hours straight while I'm, I mean you're, trapped in the goddamn kitchen? Yeah, well, welcome to my life.)
Oh shite, he's coming back up, I's got to go.
talk later,
-Billy
hey, should I start my own journal so he doesn't know or something? I mean he's usually rambling around the house about potential energy, high on whiskey thinking he's all deep. Bullshit I say.
Anyway, Paul, I think I met you a couple of times, I think I need to start a dlog. Get that? Funny shit. Not a blog, a dlog. HA. I'm going to lick my nuts.
Oh, well that's fucking great. Forgot about that little shit of a detail. Yeah, look at that, don't have them anymore. No nuts for the Billster . . . it's dog's life right. What an asshole.
That's it. His favorite 80's cd will now be elliminated.
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