i'm playing ball in the leche league
it is about ten minutes to eight in the evening and i'm listening to marylin manson croon his lilting soft melodies as i write this. you might get it, you might not. reach out and touch faith...
here is the deal...i feel like a domesticated puma who just realized he has claws and decided to drag his gay german handler off to become a meal. yeah i mixed metaphors, what choo gonna do about it? next motherfucker's gonna get my metal....
woke up today and it was raining, which is god's way of getting down behind me and pushing me over so i fall on my ass, then putting a big "kick me" sign on my back as he helps me up. getting to work today it was like someone kicked over the anthill, like the concert just let out, there were people all the fuck over, on bikes, walking, cars...and hey, hiramoto, a little observation if i may...your umberella isn't doing shit for you as you ride your bicycle in the rain, your tires are kicking up any rain that isn't hitting you despite you holding onto an umberella as you ride your bicycle. be obscene, be be obscene....
my boss is watching some guy's dog, and has to take the dog out to shit. the dog hates him and stands on the couch and barks and growls the whole time my boss is in the house. i can't blame the dog, i would do the same thing at work if it didn't land me in a shrink's office. so the boss figures out if he shakes the scooby snack bag with the treats in it, the dog will follow him outside and shit. the boss is so happy about this he has to come into our little cubicles and regale us with his tale of victory. oh so proud moments. much much later i go off to the bathroom, and pass his office, and there he is on the phone telling god knows who about his story. all i can think of is "kind of sad if, after rising to such heights and establishing superiority, you are reduced to telling anyone who will listen how you got some dog, who isn't even yours, to shit. we're all stars now in the dope show....
been getting into Good Riddance lately. when i listen to them it makes me long for the chaos of the moshpit, it makes me want to do tailwhips on my bmx bike, it makes me want to jump around, jump up jump up and get down (yeah, house of pain, i know, whatever). good riddance did a remake of the kinks' "come dancing" and i like it, but it got me thinking about all the covers that are done, not to mention Me First and the Gimme Gimmes who only do covers (and i think they kick ass). is doing covers a tribute to good songwriting or is it riding on the coattails of those more talented, or filling in the valleys of noncreativity? if i were to do a "tribute" to shakespear, and pretty much just write "macbeth" word for word, maybe put my fingerprint on it like this....
"Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted retarded morons
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life’s but a walking shadow, some fag
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by a fucktard, full of piss and vinnegar,
Signifying nada. motherfucker. ”
could i call it a cover? and what will that get me? laughed at and ridiculed and slapped with a plagerism rap. don't get me wrong, i dig all the covers by all the bands, i was just wondering what others think of it. are you motherfucking ready for the new shit........
i seem to have softened up lately, and i don't like the pablum i am spewing. really. the stories are cute, scroll down and read them, comment as you see fit, but they are not me. so i was thinking of just saying fuck it and writing the way i used to, writing what was on my mind, the way i want, not worrying about writing for anyone. same old question everyone has...why do i blog? well, i keep saying i am doing this for me, and i am, but i am too cognizant of others reading, and while i do want to please, i think i would best please by putting into action advice from yoda his little green badass self. try not. do or do not. there is no try. so from now on, i think i will just do. time for cake and sodomy.....
Comments to original post
here is the deal...i feel like a domesticated puma who just realized he has claws and decided to drag his gay german handler off to become a meal. yeah i mixed metaphors, what choo gonna do about it? next motherfucker's gonna get my metal....
woke up today and it was raining, which is god's way of getting down behind me and pushing me over so i fall on my ass, then putting a big "kick me" sign on my back as he helps me up. getting to work today it was like someone kicked over the anthill, like the concert just let out, there were people all the fuck over, on bikes, walking, cars...and hey, hiramoto, a little observation if i may...your umberella isn't doing shit for you as you ride your bicycle in the rain, your tires are kicking up any rain that isn't hitting you despite you holding onto an umberella as you ride your bicycle. be obscene, be be obscene....
my boss is watching some guy's dog, and has to take the dog out to shit. the dog hates him and stands on the couch and barks and growls the whole time my boss is in the house. i can't blame the dog, i would do the same thing at work if it didn't land me in a shrink's office. so the boss figures out if he shakes the scooby snack bag with the treats in it, the dog will follow him outside and shit. the boss is so happy about this he has to come into our little cubicles and regale us with his tale of victory. oh so proud moments. much much later i go off to the bathroom, and pass his office, and there he is on the phone telling god knows who about his story. all i can think of is "kind of sad if, after rising to such heights and establishing superiority, you are reduced to telling anyone who will listen how you got some dog, who isn't even yours, to shit. we're all stars now in the dope show....
been getting into Good Riddance lately. when i listen to them it makes me long for the chaos of the moshpit, it makes me want to do tailwhips on my bmx bike, it makes me want to jump around, jump up jump up and get down (yeah, house of pain, i know, whatever). good riddance did a remake of the kinks' "come dancing" and i like it, but it got me thinking about all the covers that are done, not to mention Me First and the Gimme Gimmes who only do covers (and i think they kick ass). is doing covers a tribute to good songwriting or is it riding on the coattails of those more talented, or filling in the valleys of noncreativity? if i were to do a "tribute" to shakespear, and pretty much just write "macbeth" word for word, maybe put my fingerprint on it like this....
"Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted retarded morons
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life’s but a walking shadow, some fag
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by a fucktard, full of piss and vinnegar,
Signifying nada. motherfucker. ”
could i call it a cover? and what will that get me? laughed at and ridiculed and slapped with a plagerism rap. don't get me wrong, i dig all the covers by all the bands, i was just wondering what others think of it. are you motherfucking ready for the new shit........
i seem to have softened up lately, and i don't like the pablum i am spewing. really. the stories are cute, scroll down and read them, comment as you see fit, but they are not me. so i was thinking of just saying fuck it and writing the way i used to, writing what was on my mind, the way i want, not worrying about writing for anyone. same old question everyone has...why do i blog? well, i keep saying i am doing this for me, and i am, but i am too cognizant of others reading, and while i do want to please, i think i would best please by putting into action advice from yoda his little green badass self. try not. do or do not. there is no try. so from now on, i think i will just do. time for cake and sodomy.....
Comments to original post
rescued by Deek Deekster at 9:55 PM
0 Comments:
Post a Comment
<< Home