the devil never lied
in the words of greenday,
does anybody care
that nobody cares?
i love their little twist on nihilism
joe and i met a stranger on the street last night. he works at the telemarketing place next door. he invited him up to my room where we sat and listened to records and talked philosophy.
i would have bummed a cigarete but he told me that with the cigarete comes a price. one hour of my sex life.
"i think ill pass on the cigarete," i said. "im a man of my word and i don't make promises i don't intend to keep."
"what if i was a girl and i asked for an hour of your sex life?" he asked.
"depends if you were hot," i said. but honestly, i think almost any girl would do about now.
the stranger's name was damon and he claimed to be in leagues with the devil. of course i was confortable with him in my house. and when he started drilling me on my sexual preferences, i was entirley amused. really enlightened, too.
damon told me that he hated faggots because they were snobs. personaly, i think that was quite a snobby thing to say.
he claimed to have read catch 22 and he insinuated that he understand it when he said that he enjoyed it. i don't think he understood anything.
he couldn't understand why someone would want to limit their world experiences by limiting their sexuality to a certain gender. personaly, i don't undertand why some people feel they are so enlightened just because they are sexualy liberated.
"i'm comfortable with my heterosexuality," i said. "The question is, are you?"
"no," he said.
this strikes me funny to no end.
"why is gender such a big issue for you?" he asked.
"i agree. gender is a superficial thing," i said. "it's no more meaningful than red hair versus blonde hair. the thing is, i love red heads. i'm not really attracted to blondes."
perhaps he just really wanted to fuck me? either way, i had to get rid of him.
"i work early in the morning, so i got to go to bed," i said. "and i'd prefer to sleep alone. so this is the portion of the program where everybody leaves."
something like that.
"actualy you're wrong," he said. "this where we bound, gag and gang fuck you."
he was joking, of course. i was also joking when i took the kitchen knife and spilled his guts all over the floor. joe and i carried the body out and left it in the dumpster. i didn't sleep so easily after that. i don't know why. maybe it was the smell on my hands.
actualy, we talked about much more than just sexuality. we talked about how god is actualy a race of aliens. or maybe aliens are actualy time traveling humans from the future.
damon played me some songs on my guitar. he's pretty tallented.
i played him a song. drama queen, the perpetrator song! i asked him if he thought i was a bad person for it.
"i don't judge people, i let people judge themselves," he said.
and then everyone went home safley. nobody raped anybody and nobody died. how boring is that?
after work today, marty came up and borrowed a jar of spagetti sauce. he cooked me some spagetti and i was thankful. we listened to the new greenday album and watched that 70's show wihtout the sound on.
open mic was pretty fun. it was jam packed.
"open mic is pretty bad ass," i said. "i hear you can get laid doing this thing!"
people laughed. i felt good.
i played charlie's song. people laughed hystaricaly. i need to write some more funny songs. making people laugh is the best. being emo is way over rated.
"i wrote this song in a laundry matt, off the coast of iraq," i said. and played midnight kitty. i love that intro.
"and i wrote this song when i came back from the war," i said. and attempted to play corolla, but i sang way off key and the words came out all wrong. it happens.
"fuck this shit," i said. and i walked off. they applauded and encouraged me anyway, but whatever.
there are so many people that write songs. so many great guitar players, too. and most of them are better than me. and the saddest part is, i won't remember any of them. they're plentiful like dust in the wind. so where does that leave me? i'm out numbered and out tallented.
let's consider nihilist art. a joke!
marah updated my soundclick page. some different songs up there. the're demos i recorded at her house. fun stuff!
does anybody care
that nobody cares?
i love their little twist on nihilism
joe and i met a stranger on the street last night. he works at the telemarketing place next door. he invited him up to my room where we sat and listened to records and talked philosophy.
i would have bummed a cigarete but he told me that with the cigarete comes a price. one hour of my sex life.
"i think ill pass on the cigarete," i said. "im a man of my word and i don't make promises i don't intend to keep."
"what if i was a girl and i asked for an hour of your sex life?" he asked.
"depends if you were hot," i said. but honestly, i think almost any girl would do about now.
the stranger's name was damon and he claimed to be in leagues with the devil. of course i was confortable with him in my house. and when he started drilling me on my sexual preferences, i was entirley amused. really enlightened, too.
damon told me that he hated faggots because they were snobs. personaly, i think that was quite a snobby thing to say.
he claimed to have read catch 22 and he insinuated that he understand it when he said that he enjoyed it. i don't think he understood anything.
he couldn't understand why someone would want to limit their world experiences by limiting their sexuality to a certain gender. personaly, i don't undertand why some people feel they are so enlightened just because they are sexualy liberated.
"i'm comfortable with my heterosexuality," i said. "The question is, are you?"
"no," he said.
this strikes me funny to no end.
"why is gender such a big issue for you?" he asked.
"i agree. gender is a superficial thing," i said. "it's no more meaningful than red hair versus blonde hair. the thing is, i love red heads. i'm not really attracted to blondes."
perhaps he just really wanted to fuck me? either way, i had to get rid of him.
"i work early in the morning, so i got to go to bed," i said. "and i'd prefer to sleep alone. so this is the portion of the program where everybody leaves."
something like that.
"actualy you're wrong," he said. "this where we bound, gag and gang fuck you."
he was joking, of course. i was also joking when i took the kitchen knife and spilled his guts all over the floor. joe and i carried the body out and left it in the dumpster. i didn't sleep so easily after that. i don't know why. maybe it was the smell on my hands.
actualy, we talked about much more than just sexuality. we talked about how god is actualy a race of aliens. or maybe aliens are actualy time traveling humans from the future.
damon played me some songs on my guitar. he's pretty tallented.
i played him a song. drama queen, the perpetrator song! i asked him if he thought i was a bad person for it.
"i don't judge people, i let people judge themselves," he said.
and then everyone went home safley. nobody raped anybody and nobody died. how boring is that?
after work today, marty came up and borrowed a jar of spagetti sauce. he cooked me some spagetti and i was thankful. we listened to the new greenday album and watched that 70's show wihtout the sound on.
open mic was pretty fun. it was jam packed.
"open mic is pretty bad ass," i said. "i hear you can get laid doing this thing!"
people laughed. i felt good.
i played charlie's song. people laughed hystaricaly. i need to write some more funny songs. making people laugh is the best. being emo is way over rated.
"i wrote this song in a laundry matt, off the coast of iraq," i said. and played midnight kitty. i love that intro.
"and i wrote this song when i came back from the war," i said. and attempted to play corolla, but i sang way off key and the words came out all wrong. it happens.
"fuck this shit," i said. and i walked off. they applauded and encouraged me anyway, but whatever.
there are so many people that write songs. so many great guitar players, too. and most of them are better than me. and the saddest part is, i won't remember any of them. they're plentiful like dust in the wind. so where does that leave me? i'm out numbered and out tallented.
let's consider nihilist art. a joke!
marah updated my soundclick page. some different songs up there. the're demos i recorded at her house. fun stuff!