Taste of Cindy (more)

And I tried and I tried
But she looked right through me
Knife in my head when she talks so sweetly
Knife in my head when I think of Cindy
Knife in my head is a taste of Cindy

Taste of Cindy

If you put on really big pants you can act like you're losing weight. Or you can eat more and gain weight until those pants fit.




Crack of dawn
Cindy's movin' on
She's talking Cindy to everyone
'Til shes had her fun

She and me
We twist the sun and sea
Still she's talking to everyone
Cindy's had her fun

Though I've heard it before
Still I need more and more
But I just can't get away
Cindy kills me every day

And I tried and I tried
But you looked right through me
Knife in my head when she talks so sweetly
Knife in my head when I think of Cindy
Knife in my head is the taste of Cindy

sickkkkkk...

My head is swimming which is strange because I myself don't really know how to swim. The bastard has been keeping it a secret for all these years...

This whole being sick thing is not fun anymore. It was fun a couple days ago. But not anymore. Perhaps mixing medicine isn't the best idea. My nostrils were so dry...

If I vomit it'll be fun again.

hana mizu ga deru

I was sick earlier, but now I feel so much better. Except my allergies are acting up. My body is such a retard.

I'm so lazy right now. I'm so lazy that I don't want to do my homework. But now... now it's gotten to a point where I don't even want to copy my homework. But during this time, I've come to the conclusion that honey is the laziest stuff ever. Just look at it... you'll know exactly what I'm talking about....... I think I'm sauced.


I was listening to the drums in "Some Candy Talking" and I thought... I think I want to cry. I didn't... but what the hell...

sick

I'm sick.

and it feels awkward.

who knows...

I'd hate to be taking a shit during an earthquake. You'd be swaying from side to side and everything. And it's like come on tectonic plates... I don't want to fucking dancing. I'm trying to take a shit.

Bread is delicoius. wait. Delicious. there we go. It's delicious. fuck anybody who thinks otherwise. Not like that makes a difference. You're probably the type that fucks anybody who thinks anything. If it moves or some shit like that. I sure and cursing a lot today.


hold on.... tetris.


Not a difference on Sprint.... I wanted to use the f-word somewhere... no... not fun.

Uh... not so well on Ultra. I used "not" to describe both... but both had completely different meanings.

I was thinking... "The Velvet Underground never had a song called 'Come Together.'" And I'm right. Don't even look it up.

Hold on.... I need to watch this tv thing.

stuff

I ate a can of corn.

My nose must be Usain Bolt because it's running.

I listened to "Who Loves the Sun" on the drive home. I'm almost certain that something. I forget what.

Mixing lots of different kinds of alcohol and... I forget what about this too.

hana mizu ga deru.

It makes me feel better that she's in good hands. So now, I don't need to worry.

13 songs is what I was told to learn. Again... I'll be learning 14.

They'll probably be a bunch of Velvet Underground songs.

What do you mean you've never heard of the Velvet Underground?

Now that the song has ended, I'm going to do something.


always something.

april skies

See how far it takes you. If people are happy I'll be happy, even if it is at my expense... or something like that.

"I'm going back for the good of my health."

numb

You know what the worst part about this is... I don't even have genuine feelings about this to write a song about it. I'm just numb... and we all know there'll never be another song about being numb that is as great as Pink Floyd's "Comfortably Numb." Only... I'm not talking about drugs. That's what they were talking about right? Because if it was about dicks or something horrible like that I can definitely top it.


Eh... something will come to me.

Use it.

I forgot to move Richie Rich so his sack of rich man's money wouldn't be cut off in mid air. Oh well. That how you know a guy's rich. His sack isn't sack shaped because he's dragging gold bars in them that make it flat on the sides. That'll suffice as an excuse. So nobody better give me shit about it... Everything else is pretty much bullet proof and if I can get one person to fall into my little trap at the end I'll be happy. Yeah. Normal engineering flyers are boring. This one is awesome. If it isn't let me know.

I did quite well on my midterm and pretty damn good on my quiz. 'Quite well' means 33/35 which means I went all Kareem Abdul Jabar on it... or 33 1/3 on it. Those are the only 33's I know. And 'damn good' means 14/15... I can't to shit with those numbers. If I add them I get 29... THAT SHIT IS PRIME!

Why would anybody want the bad news first?



Use it. that's all I have to say. "Turn everything awful, stupid, and embarrassing to your advantage." Something like that...

Birthday with balls

My birthday is a ball sack. It's a sack for balls. I saw on the Taiwanese news that some guy got his balls bit by a snake. But the reporter and all other Taiwanese people don't have a word for testicles or something so they reported it as being bit in the "egg-eggs." I'm sure the news of snakes in your toilet is untrue though... they showed clips from Snakes on a Plane or something because the picture quality and lighting were really different.

Ok... maybe it's not a ball sack. In fact that's the only occurrence of balls I had during the day.

24

Sounds like good advice.
Sounds like goooood fucking advice.



Don't ever change.

devo and wine.

Maybe I've mentioned this before, but Times New Viking is great... which means 'Devo and Wine' is great. I can't quite make out the lyrics, but the parts I can make out are pretty good. This of course, is a very good tie in to the dream I had last night...

What the hell was I doing in Ohio and why was I living with such a strange family. I woke up after we decided to have a sword fight or something. Now how screwed up is that. I had to lay there for a while and just let it all sink in. Yes, I actually dreamed about Ohio and yes, it was Ohio. Nothing against Ohio... I've just never been there. It's like dreaming about being inside a shark, the wall street kinds. What a bunch of bastards.

All I have to say is, "If that's what it takes, then that's what it takes." What happens with me is... something. You don't actually know. I smile a lot and I talk.

Now... if you really look into things and put alllllllllll the pieces together... you'll figure out why I'm writing so much today and why I was writing so little the past few days. It's high school English all over again. Diction, Syntax, and Style. Think about it. Long and hard (that's what she said, as my friend would add) and you'll figure it out. You're smart. Or you're stupid. If you're stupid it's because you're reading too much of this shit. My writing does not invoke some of that stuff.... thought. It's just a bunch of words put together in a random order and it flows nice. What the shit?

I think my birthday is on Monday. I have to check the calendar. I'm probably going to be designing a landfill... that's not a joke. I'm being serious. Me serious? That scares the hell out of me. But I'll be designing that. It's for a class project. Some ass landfill in Minesota or something. And you might be saying, "Well that's no way to spend a birthday." And you're probably right, but I don't care. With all that Einstein stuff about relativity my birthday could be so far away that I'll never reach it if I tried... my arms are not long like a monkeys.

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wHEN DID I HIT THE CAPSLOCK BUTTON? Stupid... Maybe because I have the lights off. Oh. I was writing on a piece of paper in the dark last night. I wonder how that turned out. I'll probably write some more in the dark tonight. I'd use a candle, but I'd probably knock it over and burn the house down. NOt good... That's not the capslock button. I just really like the shift button.

"Kiss kiss Molly's lips / Kiss kiss Molly's lips / Kiss kiss Molly's lips..."

Now. NOw. NOW... now. I think... something. I need to write a damn song... or cover the shit out of somebody else's. I can only come up with pieces... nothing really complete. I'm not going to sing a song that has one line.

Oh. we went and sang karaoke a couple nights ago. I don't know what the machine thought of me.

I'm going to groove on the guitar for a couple minutes... hold on. hold on.


hold on!


Nothing happened.


Is Psychocandy or Darklands the better album?

Darklands. I don't know why. It just is. Don't argue... because you're probably right.








Stephanie says...

give up

It's in Spanish. But it's Neil Young.

I want to write more, but all that's been in my mind the whole day was the words "give up." So I'll do just that. I'll give up... just for one day.

It's all a blur anyway.



"Sometimes I walk sideways / to avoid you / when I've annoyed you..."

darklands

"There's something warm about the rain."

sleep.

Benches? What a stupid gift.

I'm going to get some sleep.




if you look at it hard enough there's more to see.
but if you look too hard you're seeing something that isn't really there.


Good night.


"Everything is all right when you're down."

good

I need to hear something good. Good news. Good music. Good elephant farts. I don't care. Just make it good.

My left eye is closed right now because I think my eyelashes are stabbing it.

gone

I act like there's a camera on me all the time except when there's a camera on me.



"And we tried so hard / and we looked so good / and we lived our lives in black / but something about you felt like pain / you were my sunny day rain."

pale blue eyes

I went to a karaoke place tonight. There was one Velvet Underground song to sing. It was "Pale Blue Eyes." I don't know if I should be so happy or so sad about that... or maybe it just makes me mad. I don't know. That's all I got.

Linger on.
Your Pale Blue Eyes.

donald duck orange juice.

My orange juice has calcium in it. Now my cup has calcium in it. The calcium is going to stay in my cup because it somehow managed to separate itself from the orange juice. Because the calcium has made such an effort to separate itself so that it may settle out along the bottom of my cup, I won't drink it. I'll let it sit there. You have to give the particles credit for not wanting to be absorbed by the powerful human digestive system. So, here's to you calcium. Mr. or Miss Ca2+. You will not be drunk. Did I mention that the orange juice is Donald Duck orange juice?



It looks kind of gross too.