your mother and I are in bitter rivalry
anonymous
November 15 2004, 07:44:17 UTC
after I had sex with her!!!!!!!! (I don't know, yes yes I really don't know) anyhow Graham it is I your wandering transient hobo, your travelling minstrel, your mad free jazz friend Tom Prime! alas there would be one more exclamation mark added for enthusiasm if it wasn't so bloody early in the morning and I hadn't just remembered your livejournal which in all my life I have never used, which makes this mark a significant point in my history as a human being when i actually logged on to the website so simply entitled livejournal that has defined so much of the often discussed "college years". Or shall we say year!!! yeah you heard it im a drop out. anyways Im coming to get my guitar and book, I hope it hasn't mysteriously dissapeared (for a second there I forgot how to spell dissapeared (and I do believe the implication of who im talking about is obvious (as in Mikey you have a very strange problem ie. fetish with small acoustic instruments that disturbs me more then mere words could ever describe)) alas my brain despite its infinite hung over state is humming quite loudly (and that was a metaphor, the aural hallucinations have been very few) (awkward silence). anyhow I say I say, you best be playin' Autumn Leaves (and I don't know what im trying to say by that) but take that accent and say it out loud to yourself in a Rocky Raccoon style voice, the English Southern US guy accent, and maybe it'll be mildly funny, solely of course because it gives you the opportunity to speak like John Lennon for about 5 seconds. hmm...?????? (and then I realized that I was fully nude standing directly in the center of Central Park skipping around in a circle laughing hysterically "Jesus Man!" I said looking over my shoulder, paranoid, burning desert gas oil) anyways "off into the skintalating dust light" I go (that was a reference to Mr. Hunter S. Thompson, but then I realized that I had been rambling for three minutes and this sentence was still in brackets so bye bye)
Re: your mother and I are in bitter rivalry
anonymous
November 15 2004, 07:49:28 UTC
actually off into the skintalating dustlight is the only reference to Hunter S. Thompson our wonderful drug addled definition of America, yes bye bye for good
anyhow Graham it is I your wandering transient hobo, your travelling minstrel, your mad free jazz friend Tom Prime! alas there would be one more exclamation mark added for enthusiasm if it wasn't so bloody early in the morning and I hadn't just remembered your livejournal which in all my life I have never used, which makes this mark a significant point in my history as a human being when i actually logged on to the website so simply entitled livejournal that has defined so much of the often discussed "college years". Or shall we say year!!! yeah you heard it im a drop out.
anyways Im coming to get my guitar and book,
I hope it hasn't mysteriously dissapeared (for a second there I forgot how to spell dissapeared (and I do believe the implication of who im talking about is obvious (as in Mikey you have a very strange problem ie. fetish with small acoustic instruments that disturbs me more then mere words could ever describe)) alas my brain despite its infinite hung over state is humming quite loudly (and that was a metaphor, the aural hallucinations have been very few) (awkward silence).
anyhow I say I say,
you best be playin' Autumn Leaves
(and I don't know what im trying to say by that)
but take that accent and say it out loud to yourself in a Rocky Raccoon style voice, the English Southern US guy accent, and maybe it'll be mildly funny, solely of course because it gives you the opportunity to speak like John Lennon for about 5 seconds.
hmm...?????? (and then I realized that I was fully nude standing directly in the center of Central Park skipping around in a circle laughing hysterically "Jesus Man!" I said looking over my shoulder, paranoid, burning desert gas oil)
anyways "off into the skintalating dust light" I go
(that was a reference to Mr. Hunter S. Thompson, but then I realized that I had been rambling for three minutes and this sentence was still in brackets so bye bye)
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