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2002-10-03 00:11:04 ET I'm listening to Felix Da Housecat right now, and it's really sounding good to me. I didn't anticipate him sounding like this, assuming that his style would perhaps be a bit more average. Instead, it's all, like, lo-tech futuristic style that sort of calls out to an almost nostalgic sound without being typical or predictable. It gives me an 80's-contempo* streamlined corporate-office decor feeling, with colors of light/dark biege mixed with green/black computer-interfaces and well-placed, soothing, low lighting. I would recommend it. *(I said 'contempo' on purpose. I don't ever actually say that word.) Today I feel kinda out of place. I think maybe it's because I took 3 hits off a cigerette yesterday night while out at a little coffee shop. That sounds really bitch-ass, but I don't underestimate the disgusting demonizing power of cigerettes anymore. YUCKY! YUCKY! Hey, I have a skateboard named FUCKY! Yay Fucky! Actually, I got pictures of Fucky when I drew on it to disguise its true identity, for I do believe the punk kid I got it from jacked it from some poor little boy, who he probably hit or pushed around. That kid was rediculous, but he was such a good skater, and I liked his illegal-ness (he was, like, 17...I'm 23). It's because of this hellish nature from which this skateboard was contrived that I thought it befitting to name it "FUCKY," a word not technically fowl, for it does not really exist (as my friend Josh pointed out.) Poor Fucky though...I hardely skate ever since I moved into this house. Don't know why. I'm thai-erd. Goodnight and peace be upon us. |
