cool

I read today that The Velvet Underground wanted to hook up light sensors to their instruments so that the pitch would change depending on the lighting of the environment. Do what you want with that. I think that's fascinating.

I realized a couple days ago that if I learned braille, I could read 3 books at the same time. One with my eyes, the second, as an audiobook, with my ears, and the third with my hands in braille. Actually, if I get good enough, I can push that to 4 books at the same time if I use my tongue. If I can figure out a way to smell words I'll be a genius.

Chinese people have this story about a frog in a well. Look it up.

Cool today, is not cool.

crack a smile

My dreams are blending in too much with reality. It's gotten to a point where I'm so damn certain that the stuff in my dreams actually happened.

Michael Jackson

If you're reading this like.. 30 years from now, all you need to know is that he was king of pop.

like Mike.

I ate some baby corn and now I feel like some sort of savage. The can called it "Young Sweet Corn" but I knew exactly what it was when I bit into its delicious corny... ear? Wait. I'm like Mike Tyson. Except this corn isn't headbutting me. It's just being corn. I like corn. If you ever want to be like Mike... The Tyson variety Mike... not... Tyson Chicken, but Tyson Tyson.... The one you don't eat... So if you want to be like Mike, then just eat baby corn. You can fulfill your dreams of eating children and ears at the same time... No. Mike Tyson is great.






.....YEAH MAN! Suplex that shit! When the green dude lands they'll be in the most awkward position.

dot

My fingers smell like onions. I can't eat my fingers so they smell bad.

trash can

My Mom told me that if she did drugs she would have sold me a long time ago so she could get another hit of opium. She also tells me she got me out of a trash can.

canned corn.

She has hearts in her eyes... how can she see anything? They're like damn sunglasses. I don't know where she's looking. She could be looking at me... but for all I know she could be asleep.



So. It's not about canned corn. I lied.

"You talkin' to me?"

Ok. call me a hero. I don't care anymore. Maybe I'm in denial. But really I'm not. I'm humble as fuck so I don't take it very well. Again... the fact that I have no explanation as to why I'm a "hero" bothers me. I don't know who said it. I don't know why they said it... So the pieces don't fit. People tell me I'm too logical about things. Fuck it. I'm not going to change... and you have no idea if I'm being serious.







"You talkin' to me? You talkin' to me? You talkin' to me? Then who the hell else are you talkin' to? You talkin' to me? Well I'm the only one here. Who the fuck do you think you're talking to?"

?

I don't know.

I don't fucking know.

i'm not writing a title today

Peanuts are good. Peanuts are.... good. Not Snoopy, Charlie Brown, and weird lesbians Peanuts... but peanuts. The nuts...

I was playing the guitar today... and it sounded like Yo la Tengo... the band. not the Mexican phrase. Spanish phrase... So not that I was playing and I got it... but it sounded like that lovely band with the sleepy music for the moon. That's who they're playing for really, the moon. Except that song about cherry chapstick... dude, I have cherry chapstick. Except I wear a bit more than that... the girl in the song doesn't quite have much to cover herself. And if she were to cover herself... it would take a lot of cherry chapstick. and it would be gross. Nobody likes stuff to be gross. Except for that one thing... it's gross but it's cool. What am I talking about? I don't know... you tell me. Stop! that's grooooosssssss.

Can they invent headphones that don't make your ears hot and also don't pinch your ears. I've been looking at these AKG's... They're like $300 which is crazy. I have these $40 headphones and I thought those were expensive. I bet I can hear all sorts of stuff if I use those AKG's though. Like if I listen to the Beatles through those... I bet I can hear John Lennon say, "Fuck you" at least 9 times in every song. And then I'll realize why Sgt. Pepper is always placed so high on greatest albums lists... Really... it's good... but I can't stick that stuff on repeat... Billy Sheers again? You son of a BITCH!!! Oh hey, Beatles Rock Band? Could be fun to play these songs. A lot of the songs these days are all rock without the roll. And you have to have the roll... those of you who smoke marijuana know how important rolls are. You should really stop smoking though... I don't think it's good for you. Unless. Unless! You make use of your altered state of mind. Look at Dr. Dre. "Wake up in the AM / Compose a beat.... something something D-R-E." The guy is a doctor without a phd. Actually, I heard in one song that he does have a phd... it's in mixology.

Um... what else.

I'd like to write a song that is so damn dark, but at the same time so damn uplifting... damnit. Why can you write that as a single word and get away with it. Damnit. Damn it. No red underlines. And just to make sure the spell check is still on... flagabag. margibond. Ok. I think it's off. Those words didn't get underlined. Wait... what the hell. it is on. Oh. Nevermind. It's on. but it's off. This is stupid. Damnit written like that is incorrect. I was going to say that the two words really need to be closer together. Because the further they drift... they less effective the words are. For example...

Fuck.....




































... you.




and you feel nothing. and i feel nothing. screw the shift keys. i'm done with it. good night.

No more hero.

Give me a couple seconds... or minutes.




Ok. Here we go. Hero. "Hero" as it was put. It bothers me that I'm being called that. I made popcorn and I'm not eating it because it's bothering me so much that I need to write this. I am so bothered by this that I think I'm going to do something... something horrible. something awful... something so heinous... that you'll vomit just by reading about it.... no... I won't say. I won't say what it is. Probably because if I write it, that means I'm reading it... which means I'll throw up. So yeah. I don't understand. Why? Why call me a hero. It bothers me because I can't answer that question. It's not like you're saying... "Hey, you eat dog." Which is completely understandable, because a) I'm Chinese and b) I'll try anything once.... except for that. You're gross. Stop being gross... Groooooooossssssssssssssssssssssss. But really, I'm not a hero.... I'm going to eat my popcorn now... I'll get back to this later... hold on....


Ok. What was I saying... Hero. Don't call me a hero... or if I may. Don't call me a fucking hero. pardon my French... or Italian. Actually, I think the word 'Fuck' originates from some sort of Irish or Scottish thing... I always get the two mixed up. So pardon that stuff. Yeah. I'm not a hero. Don't call me a hero. If you want to call me something then think of something other than hero... unless you're some big time writer... then hey, call me a hero and then call me and offer me a job. I'll write the shit out of whatever you write... no... wait. Yeah! do that. Just keep me away from the Shakespearean stuff. "Thou art a dastardly bastard..." Sooooooo good with rhyming as you can see. Almost too good. So good that people will feel so bad when they hear it. "Oh. Why can't I think of something like that. Why why why? This dummy retard is soo damn good at rhyming..."

Well... I'll stop now. I'm no Hero...

I'm eating canned peas and it tastes like kindergarten... Kinder-care with Miss Anna or Mrs. Anna and Michael... no Mr. Mike who drew pictures for us... that's all I remember. Michael was my black friend and Gregory was my white friend. Blake was also white. Gregory brought in this glow in the dark Swamp Thing toy that I play with all through nap time. I scored this really nice spot where I can hide my toys under this shelf thing.

Oh hey. I got a hit from Tel Aviv... neat.

That is all. Unless I think of something else.

d.r.eam.

do.
re.
mi.

dun

You need to walk through a huge crowd of people pushing and shoving your way through... just because everybody wants to be all Newtonian and show off the First Law. No. No. No. Fuck you Newton. I'm going to take this up to the Second Law and shove the shit out of these people. I'm going to shove them like each and every one of them was Hitler and they were standing at the edge of a cliff... "Yeah, I shoved that fucker so hard he bounced back up off the floor. You know what I did? I shoved him again, but this time harder... and the fucker went through the floor." And now for the Third Law... my hands hurt because all these dorks were shoving my hands with their bodies... what a bunch of assholes. Where am I going with this? Don't ever become famous... but then again, that's the only way you can get away with this. Catch 22.... or 23. No. 24. Catch 24. Kobe Bryant. The NBA Finals... basketball. A lack of Chinese people. Hamburger restaurants. Food Poisoning. Cross Contamination. Bacteria. Biological treatment of wastewater. Solid waste...

Now I have nowhere to go.

Lay. lie. down.

I'm trying these old AKG's and they just pinched the shit out of my ears... I guess that's why they put that foam stuff in there. Everything is moving funny right now... I'm going to lay down... lie down. I still don't know which one.

Burger Records

Just go here:

Burger Records

Or if you're into reverse psychology... Don't.

All the answers to life's problems. Blah blah blah... how about I call you stupid unless you go there?




stupid.

down...

The great downward spiral.


Enjoy the ride.

No time for us.

I'm almost certain that I've heard this before. But I haven't. A movie that never existed. Only in my mind... it's always in my mind.

Anger.

Anger. Such anger in a dream. Never have I felt that way. Only in a dream. I hope that anger remains in dreams. It was the amount of anger where it brings a person to tears. Where you're so enraged that your body just can't control itself. You cry. All over something so little too. Something that in real life don't have too much meaning to me. But it was as if there were some sentimental value to them in my dream. They were thrown to the floor... and I lost it. I lost control of everything. I screamed and yelled and everything. It was all too vivid for me.


By the way, there were people who had this really elaborate hole in the ground with seats and shelves for drinks and I think there was a TV involved... These holes were at the beach and the people just sat in them. The soil was very well compacted for being at the beach, but nobody else cares about soil compaction.