Monday, December 28, 2009
soft eyes, windy smiles
everybody else has already made better quotes.
"showers and myself have a strained relationship, because they are so necessary after work, and after drinking, i take about 14 a week, i start to hate them." -dandy shan
theo takes naps in laps like great beaches in famous wars.
i accept defeat and loose my knees until i have to pee or my drink is empty.
in this case, he looks thirstier than me.
i cant write the right song.
its like before the matt good contest, im all strung out and lacktiviting.
pacing around with red wine and pancakes.
"im ambitious, when giving up." -dandy mangan
there's nothing soft about fizzy drinks.
barefoot backflips over kitchen sinks.
stare strong at the barbecue until the steak un-pinks.
video games killed action figures.
i hate that too, but lets move on.
i smell a rowdy amongst the midst.
most of my best friends are called steve.
some and bester than others.
some and blurster than others.
happy holidays, all steves.
and to the rest of you, a good night.
Monday, December 21, 2009
instant crashic
just opened the patio door to yet another violent altercation.
between women, yet again.
ive witnessed more girl fights than guy fights from up here.
tonight was a tag team battle with 2 on 2 jump-in-illegally action.
a skycop came eventually and separated them, with a rainbow of screams in between.
i like it here.
the dimmer on my living room light gets heavy use.
incense burns as i try to seduce my ideas.
settle december weaponry, its giving me a headache.
16 hours at armoury studios on thursday.
me and the boys cut an album, a very fast album.
you'll hear it soon, then feel like its hot dog day in grade 3.
when it was girls against guys, and whoever got back to the classroom the fastest won. i was a no-condiment man for many years as a result of those battles. and to this day, i am still mocked for eating raw kaiser buns by brenton steel-wool renton elliott. he lives in japan, and missed sach's bday tonight. but was spoken of in high taste and manor.
time out.
now i have cereal, and you don't.
sorry, help yourself.
sorry, only skim.
im having a hard time with track 6.
written (or more like started) 3 songs already, but none feel right.
i try to start with a name, then not, start with a rhyme, then not.
its gonna come, i just gotta catch the right train.
not that scott road bastard.
sips and slides.
its hard to read the label from inside the bottle.
the desperation's back.
Sunday, December 13, 2009
you should come with severance pay
i am loud and complicated.
bad at listening, good at floors.
help the hopeless, home the homeless.
i texted hundreds of people on the unicorn ride home.
random thoughts and busted trannys.
texty text mctexterson.
lets write a song about punk rock normalities!
"fuck technology!"
"the social credit union should make a comeback!"
"gifting meat is bad because you died it!"
or a way way better name.
i just dumped coffee in my lap on this cold december morn.
damn replies from hundreds of ambulance related texters.
this season, give the gift of familiar ceiling sleeping goggles.
or a seasons pass to fuckoffittyville.
blow the bomb in breaking dawn.mow until the grass is gone.
no one likes a healthy lawn.
kissed a cute girl last night, then she puked for hours.
the coffee not in my lap drives me to take showers.
and show up on time for things.
and not did all that stuff i did.
life is a skytrain, with many stops.
Monday, December 7, 2009
hello, goodbye
im finally starting to un-explode.
after spending the weekend back home in cold country.
decided to stop in for docc's birthday, i like surprises.
the santa beard was itchy and tasted like paint.
i was already feeling cautiously claustrophobic before mike began wrapping the wrapping paper around my face and bod. and i was basically hyper-ventilating as he guided me blindingly down a dusty corridor and into the thirsty moose pub. just 2 furry red legs sticking out the bottom. and, of course, my asshole shoes. luckily he didnt spot them before opening his big birthday present.
all i remember is him screaming and hugging. when i could finally see amid the painty beard, wrapping paper, hockey tape, and attack of friends and formers, i began loudly and aggressively chanting HO! HO! HO! and "HOW ABOUT A NICE FOOTBALL?!
im too tired, bedtime.
babes love santa's knee.
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