crashing on Th Great Lakes, crushing on Th Great Fakes
MANIFESTO / MAN, I FESTER.
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a very short while ago, my onetime lover leaned over & told my ear as if by prophesy (definition 7!) that "we grew up in Paradise." @ th time i threw up in my mouth a little, but he wasn't all wrong. this place is like some blurry bizarro suburban bohemian anti-reality. thing is, nobody's got/ wants to be that focusing lens through whom passing will give us all something legitimate to offer Th World.
even so, th name of this train is Th Nothing Special, & it moves fast! it gives you some slack, sends you away to Boston or NYC or Philly-- & then reels ya back in; gives you slack, reels you back, gives you slack, REELS YEH BACK. like some electromagnetically magick island a couple thousand miles off th coast of Australia that heals th sick & kills th pregnant. like some apt metaphor, fit-to-bust w/ profundity!
& me? ah'm th Virgin Mary statuette packed full w/ heroin. it's a metaphor so heavy-handed it's downright de-evolutionary. it's cable TV! what more can you expect?
th show we played on Friday was electric. i think there might have been a hundred people there, singing th words even! going nuts! i have to admit, it's getting better all th time...
WHICH BRINGS ME TO MY NEXT POINT!
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we played alongside
this band that Donny's been talking up for a WHILE now: i admit now that i didn't give it too much thought because i knew th female singer STIFFED him, if you know what ah mean! but they were FANTASTIC, & gazing @ th frontman w/ lust-heavy eyes i saw basements filled w/ music & futures & special deaths in other arms.
still feeling drunk & potent after my demoniac performance, i approached th man & somehow made him want to tour w/ me, which is AWESOME! AWESOME! AWESOME! not only because he's fun to look @ but also because he's got energy & music BALLS (vs., y'know, my music BOX) & a great bunch of band members that i already feel like i've known forever. & when i called him sexy, th smile i filched filled me w/ such a sense of EROS! PRAXIS! & PATHOS! that i've been spouting BATHOS ever since. &, above all, he seems to have his shit together & ready to take to th next level... even if said level turns out to be th ground floor!
i'm swimming in dickcheese today.
& BOY, ARE MY ARMS TIRED!
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i'm writing this from a hospital bed. my heart is, once again, literally broken. one'a these days they're gonna have to crack my ribs to get @ it.
last night i managed to write th following on myself mid-delerium & immediately forget it:
these are my holy smokes & i their holy roller
i'll give it up & put it down when i get older.
ONE, TWO, MANY vs. ONE TOO MANY
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sometime during all th living & working & playing, it somehow happened that i got to spend a handful of nights w/
people who were/ are BIG STARS! to me.
Front.
Men.
i thought i'd beat th bug, they're always Th Worst! but th other night, this song subjugated mah brain & made it a shrine to Th Grinning Soul, Th Rebel Head, Th Bright Blue Jeans, Th Whatever-It-Is-Being-A-Front-Man-Takes:
ELTON MOTELLO -- "GET TH GUY" (2.8 MB)
& i haven't been able to stop listening since.
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a very short while ago, my onetime lover leaned over & told my ear as if by prophesy (definition 7!) that "we grew up in Paradise." @ th time i threw up in my mouth a little, but he wasn't all wrong. this place is like some blurry bizarro suburban bohemian anti-reality. thing is, nobody's got/ wants to be that focusing lens through whom passing will give us all something legitimate to offer Th World.
even so, th name of this train is Th Nothing Special, & it moves fast! it gives you some slack, sends you away to Boston or NYC or Philly-- & then reels ya back in; gives you slack, reels you back, gives you slack, REELS YEH BACK. like some electromagnetically magick island a couple thousand miles off th coast of Australia that heals th sick & kills th pregnant. like some apt metaphor, fit-to-bust w/ profundity!
& me? ah'm th Virgin Mary statuette packed full w/ heroin. it's a metaphor so heavy-handed it's downright de-evolutionary. it's cable TV! what more can you expect?
th show we played on Friday was electric. i think there might have been a hundred people there, singing th words even! going nuts! i have to admit, it's getting better all th time...
WHICH BRINGS ME TO MY NEXT POINT!
_______________
we played alongside
Click to viewthis band that Donny's been talking up for a WHILE now: i admit now that i didn't give it too much thought because i knew th female singer STIFFED him, if you know what ah mean! but they were FANTASTIC, & gazing @ th frontman w/ lust-heavy eyes i saw basements filled w/ music & futures & special deaths in other arms.
still feeling drunk & potent after my demoniac performance, i approached th man & somehow made him want to tour w/ me, which is AWESOME! AWESOME! AWESOME! not only because he's fun to look @ but also because he's got energy & music BALLS (vs., y'know, my music BOX) & a great bunch of band members that i already feel like i've known forever. & when i called him sexy, th smile i filched filled me w/ such a sense of EROS! PRAXIS! & PATHOS! that i've been spouting BATHOS ever since. &, above all, he seems to have his shit together & ready to take to th next level... even if said level turns out to be th ground floor!
i'm swimming in dickcheese today.
& BOY, ARE MY ARMS TIRED!
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i'm writing this from a hospital bed. my heart is, once again, literally broken. one'a these days they're gonna have to crack my ribs to get @ it.
last night i managed to write th following on myself mid-delerium & immediately forget it:
these are my holy smokes & i their holy roller
i'll give it up & put it down when i get older.
ONE, TWO, MANY vs. ONE TOO MANY
_______________
sometime during all th living & working & playing, it somehow happened that i got to spend a handful of nights w/
people who were/ are BIG STARS! to me.
Front.
Men.
i thought i'd beat th bug, they're always Th Worst! but th other night, this song subjugated mah brain & made it a shrine to Th Grinning Soul, Th Rebel Head, Th Bright Blue Jeans, Th Whatever-It-Is-Being-A-Front-Man-Takes:
ELTON MOTELLO -- "GET TH GUY" (2.8 MB)
& i haven't been able to stop listening since.