Thinking

Sometimes I want to put a bullet in my head so I can shoot it out of my nose.

Sometimes I don't know what I'm thinking too...

Thanksgiving

You know that last line in Catcher in the Rye? Something like, "Don't ever tell anybody anything. You just end up missing everybody." It was something like that... and I'm not entirely sure where I'm going here, but... turkey. Yeeaaaaah....

I remember seeing this bird as a kid almost every Saturday when my mom took my brother and I to this park which we so creatively called, "Ducky Park." To this day I don't know what the actual name of the park is... but it's Ducky Park to me. There was a whole bunch of ducks around. I remember taking this path that passed by this area where a bunch of chickens and a single turkey hung around in a cage. The turkey always looked horrible. Not that it was sick or anything like that, but it had a blue face... a wrinkly blue face with this red nutsack hanging off of its face. Turkeys look horrible. But that park was fantastic. I went back there a couple years ago and half the things that made it great were gone and I think there was some shitty looking graffiti on the rocks I used to jump around on.

So piss. Just piss. No... piss and tits to the park turning so shitty. I have such a string of expletives stored inside me but I can never bring myself to letting it out.

Anyway... happy Thanksgiving.




Somebody find me a bald eagle to eat.

Fame

If I ever meet a celebrity, I'm going to ask them to take a picture of me so they can show their famous friends.

Valentine

One day I'll be a mummy. When that day comes I'll sneeze my brains right out of my nose into a jar. No need for hooks. But until that day comes, I will always love you.

Now that's a freaking Valentine.

Tell your loved one.

Or look in the mirror and tell yourself that.

Love

I was going to talk about getting into people's rib cage... but then it turned into this weird thing about leaves covering weiners and lady parts.

And that's love.

assface

I......


am sick again.

Should I change my name to Assface?

Spanish Subtitles

Well I'm absolutely convinced now. I'm convinced that spanish subtitles make everything better.

Take the Velvet Underground. Pretty good music right? Or let's just assume you were hit on the head with a coconut and now you hate them... ok. Here's the magic part. Add Spanish subtitles to their songs.... BLAM! Instant platinum record.

This genius is adding Spanish subtitles to Velvet Underground songs:

http://www.youtube.com/user/Transpopp

Why I am so amused by it I don't really know.. But this is enough to convince me that anything with Spanish subtitles is going to automatically be better.

It's like watching your favorite movie in French... totally makes it better.



Ok. New My Bloody Valentine album this year. I'm so damn convinced about that.

New years

How did I end last year? I bought a guitar and took a shower.

With said guitar and a clean self I recorded some guitar crap and lumped it in with an old lecture on a lab.

Now if I could record everything in one take like I did with that I'd be hot shit. Magma style shit... but in the end it probably just sounds awful. Which is why I'm waiting for my current state of mind to wear off, get a few opionions... yes opinoins. opinions. here and there just to see how it really sounds. If it's all ok then I'll be off and running.

I only wish to be lukewarm shit. Is that too much to ask?

PS the new year doesn't start for another month... lunatics.