ms. sedgwick. thank you ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) hermitbird.... |
[29 Mar 2006|05:17pm] |
http://youtube.com/watch?v=JTpIUTLjv_I
....and if you close the door
the night could last for ever
leave the sunshine out and say 'hello' to never
all the people are dancing and they're having such fun
I wish it could happen to me
'cause if you close the door
I'll never have to see the day again
I'll never have to see the day again
once more
I'll never have to see the day again!
-vu
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| i laughed MY ASS OFF at this!!! from the village voice, thanks stymied.... |
[23 Mar 2006|01:45pm] |
Q. I made a pass at the girlfriend of a guy I know. He's a friend, but she's too hot to let friendship stand in the way. She said no. Two weeks later, the girl asks me if I still want to fuck her. Yes! She says I can, but first I have to blow her boyfriend and drink his piss. No! This is her fantasy, she says. She wants her boyfriend to degrade me and then degrade her by letting me fuck her. Apparently she's into degradation. I tell her that I might be drunk enough to suck her boyfriend's dick, but no way am I going to drink a dude's piss. Both or nothing, she says. Many beers later (some recycled), and there I was, fucking her brains out. Now they barely speak to me. It's like I did something shitty to them. It's not like I want a repeat—with God as my witness, I will never be that drunk again—but I'm pissed that they could put me through all of that and be such assholes about it afterward. I would like to confront them, but I don't want them to get pissed and tell people what I did. Can you tell me what the fuck their deal is? Why are they being so shitty? —ON THE WAGON
A. Because they're into head games and power trips, OTW, and they're assholes. The operative part of that sentence is "and they're assholes." There are lots of couples into head games and power trips who manage to keep the game-playing and head-tripping inside the bedroom, where it belongs. Outside the bedroom, they treat any third parties they involve with kindness, gratitude, and respect. This particular couple do not, which makes them head-game-playing, power-tripping assholes. As for confronting them, don't do it—not because they'll blab (they probably don't want people to know what freaks they are), but because they'll get off on knowing that their post-three-way head games and power trips are working. Don't give them the satisfaction. Finally, "with God as my witness"? I don't doubt that a straight guy would be capable of sucking a dude's dick, even drinking a dude's piss, if it meant getting to fuck the dude's amazingly hot, amazingly kinky girlfriend. But tossing off lines from Gone With the Wind? That is so gay, OTW. What are you, a faggot or something?
yes, they are ASSHOLES!!!;)
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| it is unseasonably hot here, and i am 'extry' annoyed... |
[06 Mar 2006|06:29pm] |
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i'm SO glad that i never got one of those 'myspace' things. it turns out, 'myspace' is owned by RUPERT MURDOCH!!! if you do not know who that is, check the link provided below. shit, who owns this thing?!! i look around at all four corners of this room as if i am going to be magically...enlightened, or unceremoniously CRUSHED!!!
http://www.outfoxed.org/OutfoxedSummary.php
yeah...i'm REALLY back this time!!! thank you nacowafer
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| more arbus.... |
[02 Sep 2004|09:02pm] |
my ALL TIME favorite photographer...captures one of my ALL TIME favorite musicians, long live both of them:
-tiny tim, july 14, 1968. photograph by diane arbus.
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[31 Aug 2004|09:09pm] |
Old school punk! You just say what you have to say
regardless of what everyone else thinks!
You're one of my most favourite types of
music... You're raw and uncut! You're
surrounded by hype...just don't let it make you
go insane...
What genre of rock are you?
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| heavier than a death in the family |
[10 Aug 2004|04:13pm] |
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'heavier than a death in the family' (72/73) |
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my continued and never ending fascination with japanese noise/rock has led me to a treasure that i have become COMPLETELY infatuated with. they are known as les rallizes denudes.
i listen to this particular bootleg INCESSANTLY!!! it is truly, 'heavier than a death in the family'.
also recently picked up some excellent acid mothers temple...'magical power from mars, vol.s 1-3'. volume 2 is a MIND BLOWER!!!
i'm out...literally
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| "hey, easy bitch" |
[05 Jun 2004|12:30am] |
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depth charge-'spill' |
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so yeah, i stopped off at my current favorite mexican restaurant tonight. i just sat at the bar, alone, drinking tecate and watching mexican "tv" on the big screen and daydreaming, total escapism. but i never actually sit at the bar and had to go through two or three stools before i found one that was level. once situated, i just sat there saying hello to all of my mexican waiter friends, etc. and drinking my beer. as i sat there, i noticed that i had found myself in front of a post card cheaply laminated into the bartop. it was a reproduction of a post card sent to ritchie valens by his mother. the card was found in his pocket at "the" plane crash. it was short and basically said that she had found a 56 buick that she liked a lot and that it had power brakes and power steering, that it was white with white and powder blue interior. she also conveniently added that it was the only car that she wanted and that if he called "keene" it could be had or she could wait until he returned but it might be gone by then. the end of the post card said something to the effect of "sorry this is just a note not a letter. miss you, love mother"
i couldn't help imagining her at the car lot finding her "dream car" and the importance of such a material possession, especially in the fifties...ritchie's reaction to the card and what he did, and wondering whether she got her precious car or not...if ritchie had actually called "keene" and "worked it out"...beforehand. and the beauty of such a "note" found on his corpse after the plane crash, so profound, so perfect. i wonder about things like this because it really cuts through the bullshit and gets to the "heart" of the matter. and if she did get the car, did she continue to drive it (?) i have a strange feeling that if ritchie called...she drove that car until the day she died. but anyway, i thought of a bunch of other stuff regarding but forgot it all, sorry.
later, one of my mexican friends came up and started talking to me and asked me why i looked so sad. i just lied and said i was tired. he cheered me up by calling the stupid drunk redneck girls sitting next to me "pendayha's" (sp) which they didn't know what meant, so it was really funny. i like that place. i get lost in there. i get somewhere else. no one realizes it, but it is important to me. i can leave this place AND read post cards from ritchie valen's mom. that's important.
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| un-life.... |
[12 May 2004|10:46pm] |
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strangest_angel: "i'm tired of supportin' your drinkin' habit!!!"
ghost: "yeah....well, my 'drinkin' habit' is about to slow down. in fact, it's about to come to a screeching HALT!!!"
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