Ian & John’s first night out

2003-02-07 06:24:57 ET Pragmatism Hegel Art Geriatrics nursing home Belly button rings Tied die jeans Beefcakes mmmmmm Zamborino Zamboni Kipper snacks Tortellini Ben Johnson Rice cakes Open door policy Pudding Bearing Doing Seeing Knowing Silence Fisting Delicious Brown pudding AAAAAAAAH! Yellow Farting Scorpions Homozygous traits Jesus Christ Superstar Fortune tellers in the night Voodoo Glow Skulls in the dark Sample packs Tampax Bellowing onions full of smoke Rape Luminescence Stain glass windows Stuffed puppies Stuffed peppers Corn! Bleak Sodium hypochlorite Plastic bag Your mom! Jerry only Cognizance Open feet Waffle maker Hot iron Crack Devil Literature Pushkin Industry Marx Bethlehem Steel Dallas Debbie Insobriety Bartering Bar Crawl Shawshank Tears Catharsis Saline Sodium chloride solution? Droplets in my hairs Sprinkles in your hair Rainbow sprinkles Sprinkles, sprinkles, everywhere Dawning from a rainbow unseen to man But to beast? It is morning M-o-u-r-n-i-n-g? Fascism Plato Misanthropy Apathy My roommate Empty kisses Empty tapes Blank stares I trademarked those Mirrored images Déjà vu Swimming in a pool of thought Waffle maker Jet-li kung fu You know kung fu? Breakaway Arkanoid Thesaurus Dictionairy Brain pattern Funk & wqagnels Simon & garfunkel Robert macnamara Circle, no, square Square circles! Lines lines lots of lines Lies, lies, lots of lies. Petunias in summer time (farts) Methane in the air Cows Lancaster Dead fields Dead people Living carcass Frozen tv entrée Macaroni & cheese Delicious calories! Wincing Sighing Breathing Not to breathe Sleeping with both eyes closed And ears wide open Poisoned by the drip of God Yellow RCA cable Hamlet in a nutshell Hamlet was a tool. Dooter Dooter … and Phil. And Phil. La la Names bunnies Have no meaning Ears Are tasty Frog legs Should remain on frogs Bones stretched on the soul. The soul has no corporeal form Empty Aristotle. no… broken fission fusion? Meshing Weeping and gnashing Fingers knit like a zipper teeth Dentist practicing without a license Are you insured? Are you being served? John Cleese Michel Palin... is Edward Fleming. Modern Dantes and Ovids in comedic form Which no one will ever read because they have not written any books … … … belong to the math major & he alone equation for chaos E = MC2 Fish drown sometimes No they don’t. One o’clock and time for lunch. Chihuahua bite the Standard fare blame it on Mary, cause she’s a virgin full of grace, her precious – her precious ass. Tighter than any wet noodle I’ve known a few. Come, cum all ye faithful! For, With broken symphonies, empty orchestras, and placid minds & souls do we sing unto these Wasn’t this supposed to be a musical? I don’t know. Cried the warthog. absurd tra.. absur tra… tragedy. Which is really neither so absurd, nor so tragic. but dainty Or Dante But they didn’t write any books Everything is cyclical Hegel Pragmatism. *click* dadaism – a movement in early 20th-century art and literature whose exponents challenged established canons of art, thought, and morality through nihilistic works and outrageous behavior 1 comment

Song For the Dumped

2003-02-05 06:04:04 ET So you wanted to take a break Slow it down some and have some space Well fuck you too Give me my money back Give me my money back you bitch I want my money back (And don't forget to give me back my black T-Shirt) Wish I hadn't bought you dinner Right before you dumped me on your front porch Give me my money back Give me my money back You bitch I want my money back and don't forget And don't forget. -Ben Folds 1 comment

2003-02-02 19:26:19 ET when I think of art, I put way too many restrictions on it. I must just be cynical, but if something isn't original, work on more than one level, use smart language, good technique, follow the rules, yet break them enough to be different. If you can make sense on one level, while also making a point on another, which hopefully your audience will pick up on. Which I think sets standards a bit high for me. Tonight I went back to the city... because I left my fucking backpack in fucking CBGBs! *sigh*

2003-01-30 19:13:20 ET I consider myself an introvert, and a self-concious person. I rarely ever do something without fully understanding my motivations, and the consequences. but my friend is in my room right now, and he's talking about the energies he feels, and the philosophy and beliefs he's living by, and I don't do that. nope. I don't give a crap. 3 comments

haiku #4

2003-01-30 11:10:22 ET I wish not for love It makes for trite poetry Why did she leave me? 4 comments

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