Ipod shuffling on day 3/6 of the rain in WI
The Rain in Spain falls mainly in WI...
A strapping man stood above him, hovering, buzzing from ears to ears. The man was asking about the internet or something. It's hard to say as our hero's listening caverns were filled with the Boss. "Still at the end of every hard-earned day, people find a reason to believe."
He remembered the monkeys from two years ago and the tail he sprouted and the tales he sprouted. Two years ago just after his last haircut aside from a trim here and there, back before he met God. Internet chap had left by this point- buzzed off down the hallway toward the window. He put his fingers against the glass and tested it for weaknesses. Buzz buzz. And the Boss had made way for the Silver Jews.
He got the idea to invite all his really good friends to a party and began an invitation list. A funny bunch- a motley crew. One time in high school he went to a birthday party for one of his best friends who had the knack of making friends with one person from every different facet of high school social dynamics that existed. So at his party everyone's only connection to each other was him. There was some awkward standing around and the dog was kept in the basement so it wouldn't attack anyone. Once before it had gotten a hold of the parrot in it's jaws. The one kid was freaking out yelling, "He's got the parrot in his mouth! He's gonna kill the parrot." The Parrot made it out alive but it was never the same again.
Ah, Pearl Jam. The new album: "Pearl Jam". 'Bout time for a self-titled album, I guess they thought.
He's always thought that his habit was to be in the middle of working on three or four different movies at once until he finally figured out that they were all the same movie. It might do him some good, he thought, to pull some apart again. To get something done. He was happier than icing on a cinnamon bun.
#1 "Cupcake"
Didn't get into a study,
hitched to the asbury coast,
did some workin for the man,
scrapin by at the most.
smokin camels on the job,
paintin, fillin my nose,
woman went down to Baltimore,
this lonely life I chose.
(chorus:)
Jersey, Texas, New York, never know where I'll be,
got a call to go out to Wisconsin, this is the life for me.
Never quite know where I'l be,
I could be anywhere. That's what makes me free.
(Yes this was posted on both Myspace and Livejournal. Gotta reach everyone. What can I say?)