Saturday, September 26, 2009
cor-doc's pizza basement
lately ive been very belligerent with my note-pad.
opening it at random pages, and documenting the mediocriest of facts.
problem is, i cant keep track, even in the daylight.
so when i open it to random pages, i gasp at the obscurity.
and tell myself that i need to organize.
no dice.
then i hit the patio, as a man is exploding.
screaming about the government.
his mom sucks.
waves in gray.
matt is streaming the new album in full quality now.
bout time, i buy anyway.
going to 5 concerts in the next 45 days.
ya, its good to be back in the lower-main.
tomorrow i hit the vancouver flea market, so i can write a wicked commercial about how rad it is.
'wasted' is a safety word for one who needs roof-over-support.
im awesome at being like this.
Monday, September 14, 2009
you big idiot
got home from band practice, poured a rye, and the movie 'Pi" came on.
few movies fully intoxicate me, but this one does.
gives me the shakes, and the fear
made it so i didnt need the rye anymore.
but i drank it anyway.
now i back-flip into bed.
hey, get those dicks outta my bed.
Monday, September 7, 2009
can't elope
im super-productive on long weekends.
bought new slippers today.
writing punk songs requires memory-foam under feet.
saving halves of spicy combos is always a great move.
cause sometimes even downstairs is too far to swim for food.
gut calls, col answers.
matt good is streaming his new album right now, for free.
ill still buy the actual album/CD when it comes out.
because no imitation grill can ever cook an indoor steak like the foreman.
the sleepier i get, the louder i smile.
Saturday, September 5, 2009
songs by morning, stories by night
the fire alarm went off today.
i checked the hallway right away, no smoke, went back in, grabbed my keys, wallet, jacket and cell phone, told theo i'd be right back if there was a problem, and headed down the stairs. a man wearing a religious white robe was behind me, and his daughter, in a matching white robe, was behind him.
people were already gathered out front, a mix of semi-familiars, and some total un-knowns, all with similar looks on their faces. confused but calm. i overheard rumblings of a false alarm. the fire department showed up a few minutes later, they were calm too, probably because nobody came running out of the building on fire.
i saw a hot girl that id met on the elevator standing with her hot friend, but i was too hungover and un-showered to approach. instead, i headed down the street to a small bookstore, spotted on an earlier mission. there's bookstores everywhere in new west. i bought 3 books for 14 bucks, and continued on in search of food. found a cool sushi place, sat down, ordered the spicy combo and a miso soup, and started reading 'into the wild.' i felt unique and educational. even though my hands were shaky and my forehead moist.
good sushi. until i started pondering the possibilities that it may have actually been a real fire, and that my attorney/best friend was locked up on the 3rd floor. so i took the 2nd half of my spicy combo to go, and headed home. it was raining. when i got back to the building, everyone was gone, drama over. i talked to a person in the lobby, apparently some woman pulled the alarm, and apparently she's a few marbles short.
"you're like school in the summertime...no class!"
i didnt go camping this weekend.
pulled the shoot, shot the shit.
just didnt have the strength.
hope it was fun, guarantee it was fun.
DJ Dow, he knows how.
this has been a gong-show summer. houseboating last weekend was the orgasm at the end. going camping this weekend would have felt like that post-sex-keep-going that you do just for her. instead i saw the lions beat the all-wets last night in a huge upset, featuring a handful of drinks, or course, but nothing like the self-polluting i would have been doing at harrison. im old, can only party hard for 26 years before needing a weekend off. and naturally i treat a weekend off like a vacation, so i party. doesn't make alot of sense, but i roll with it. reasoning is unnecessary in times of bliss. go the distance, sweep the knee, have a hot dog, maximize units of joy, etc.
this place is a museum.
people walk through quietly staring at stuff.
former friends, future lovers.
i dance to dean martin, theo disagrees.
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