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this is going to be the best show ever. trust me. bring your steak umbrellas. can't talk about this without getting all demonic & rabid.
mess meets messiah two become one one becomes won as in I WIN. the ryder pales album is done sounds fucking fabulous you've never HEARD shit this great. blow your mind like a dead cat or your brains, out. we learn i am utterly obsessed with control & the loss/recovery thereof as if joy division hadn't already told us this. do you believe everything you hear? does everything you hear believe you? does the pope shit in the woods? all this rhetoric sits uneasy on the mind, but it's not a chair, ikea get your filthy paws off my thought processes. there's nothing left alive but a pair of glassy eyes, didn't you hear it the first time, back in The Day, when i didn't even exist--
marinated the past two weeks in pure terror in between zapping self with triumphant lightning. quivering like a fucking jello mold. doesn't make for compelling cinema. braindrops on roses & whiskerless kittens feeling around in the dark with antennae. deepsea fish sans eyes. thank you sir may i have another. i'll trade you this life-threatening crisis for a punch in the spike a jolly old laceration or a spike in the punch a tried-&-true party trick. will someone clean up this mess. stand in front of a glass door like who the fuck is that on the other side & why won't she get out of the way only to realize. for someone who spends an inordinate amount of time in reflective surfaces my mirror-image is becoming seriously distant. it's not so much a headache as a compelling manifestation of the sum total of my life thus far.
junk of love
SPEED. OF. LIGHT. wait til the middle of the song. we finished & i was all but i didn't play fast enough!! apparently i did & then some?
ballantine valentine baby
here lies my voice, not sounding like me at all, for which we are all eternally grateful
montana boy
if i wasn't in the band this is the song i would listen to on repeat excessively
seriously i want to post all the songs? but come to the show & get the CD, because we're not talking about meatballs, we're talking about steak
in other news, by the time these songs upload to yousendit, i have completely forgotten which ones they are, & well i know my memory is atrocious but hello? when i forget my name i'm jumping off the BQE overpass, no exceptions