Thursday, February 25, 2010
fatriotism
the site was gone for a while.
im not sure where it went, but now its back.
fucked off for the olympics i guess.
in the meantime, i documented a few of my olympic experiences in the river.
along with my river-swimming friends.
i thrive on these great tests of athleticism and endurance and courage.
these apostles we worship, as they battle for treasure.
within our very own castle walls.
in victory, held higher than heroes of war.
in defeat, cast aside with shame at their feet.
all painted brightly, on my old friend, TV.
strange feeling this patriotism.
strange and wonderful and nervous and joyous and destroyable.
like booze, but without the syrup shits.
after last night, im right here with everyone else in the country.
jacked full of pride and power.
pomp and circumstance.fear and fearlessness.
some TV guy called yesterday 'wonderful wednesday'.
so i wrote it on my pad, to remind me.
on the way home from the hockey game, i heard the bobsled victory live on the radio.
smiles on highways.
i remember writing years ago about how the CBC used to air the gold medal game from 2002, late at night, about once a month, and id come home all shitty and pass out all happy.
but, of course, we mustn't get ahead of ourselves, and play it 1 game at a time.
these games have brought together patriotism and partyotism.
i have over-indulged and under-slept.
screamed in victory, screamed in defeat.
words dont well describe the feeling in the city.
a socket-set of separate sizes.
each with their own special spot.
pride is a passionate beast.
it lets the pit bull off the leash.
and swallows work-day afternoons.
well, on we go, with flags in the streets.
stomping hands and clapping feet.
screaming in victory, screaming in defeat.
Sunday, February 7, 2010
the best paste is in the middle of the tube
i was in the shower, naked and steaming, at peace with the world, when i heard the screaming.
people-on-fire-style screaming.
i jumped out of the shower, naked and soaking, and ran out to the living room.
screaming, screaming, SCREAMING.
turned off tv, turned off speakers, head shaking, SCREAMING, smoke alarm???
oh ya...the smoke alarm...i did have a hellava good steam going.
someone with binoculars across the water must have seen a hellava show.
all part of the pre-game superbowl preparation.
at which i drank 6 tall boys, and won 40 bucks.
and enjoyed the underdog victory awesomeness.
so now im all hot and bothered.
feeling great and shit.
godda dumb myself down with something.
maybe another smoke-alarm-scream-fest.
nah, that shit scared the shit outta me.
and now, the world arrives.
drinks get topped, cars get stopped, hope no bombs get dropped.
i get to work 10-6 cause richmond will be a coke bottle full of old rusty ketchup.
out of place, and moving at a snails pace.
as usual, weekends fill me up.
so much so, that sleep is the only cure.
so to sleep i must go, right now, after stuffing some water home.
oh me, climbing hills, then rolling down.
Friday, February 5, 2010
ova, anova
"alota things have been going around about me, but none of it's true."
i spice my salad with cigarette butts.
well, we got pre-mix-#1 of our new album yesterday.
its faster than eckly kid's porn career.
i like watering it, talking to it, etc.
every time i make an album, its the only thing i think about, at all times.
i caulked the wagon and floated,
with a patch on my eye, and a gut that is bloated.
i tell all the ladies im loaded,
and when my cannon fires, your boat gets exploded.
tonight, ive been really good to me, a nice dinner, and tons of great music.
lotsa nofx and alexisonfire's first album.
heckava great first album.
ours = prolly not as good.
but still real real good.
in the words of my friend SD: "pew pew pew...this gives me wayser beams!"
self gifts are better than real gifts, cause only you know exactly what you want.
my favorite thing about new technology is the fancy-TV-taping-thing that i have.
last night, before i went to destroy myself at andys, i recorded a very special movie.
and now im watching it, a whole day later.
its like a VCR, without the shame.
and i get to watch the neverending story like a proper new west gladiator.
its a good movie, cause it raised me.
other movies are better.
none of you have watched the fountain properly.
alone, in the dark, with a marijuana cigarette.
very few movies change me.
i got more, but everything is spinning around in circles of yarn.
some nights, im just a carousel,
playing that same old song,
over and over again.
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