Tuesday, October 21, 2008
- 8:51 pm
oh to all things random and nameless. an ode to all things good and glorious in this world, and away from the collapse that has marred the structure of society. if only we were to rebuild the world, golder, and with bluer skies. we still can you know; just that the republican party dont want us to. nor does barney the dinosaur for that matter, because when everythings good his vision of a vegetarian fruit loving utopia just doesnt cut it any more and people wont give much of a damn bout him anymore. times have changed love, and its all we can do to keep it from moving too fast.
simpler times
so the questions still remain but the big one always stays unanswered. tell me,
do you love your
a) god
b) gun
c) government
d) fuck you
the power of choice is yours. ring in now and get a free promotional orange squeezer. now with 20% more squeeze. oh sweet juicy joy.
scary scary. but still very squeezy.
now that a levels are popping up over the horizon its time to go into hyper mode. burn baby burn! because its that time of the month year again and time to hit it good everybody. cos we are the champions and everybody knows that!
we are the champions
so let times be as they will; the damage we do to the world is offset only by the damage we do to the unreal world; of numbers and money and money and numbers, global efforts to stop the fall of global produce; but nobody gives a damn about the rainforests. so we'll start on a philosophical retreat on the 26th of november, and retreat, for a while, into the glorious mysteries of the past.
disapproving. bad world, very bad.
well thats that then. for now.
fin
Monday, October 20, 2008
- 1:26 am
oh btw, TAGBOARDS UP!
fin
- 1:17 am
when timed to perfection the shot can be a thing of beauty. all that differs is the type of shot, and where you are. to put your foot through a ball and send it flying straight and true and unstoppable. we played at the kallang cage that day; up 8-1 before we knew it. put home 4, dipak nailed 2 and we set up another 2. or like friday night some weeks back; in a glass, a solid thimble of liquid glory to send the birds of sense and sensibility aflight.
sometimes i dont know what im doing or where i am. what my place in the world is. if there even is one; its hard to imagine we all have predetermined places in the way of things, and im not gonna imagine as much cos thats just gonna spoil all the fun/ and to what end.
i feel the night slipping away, slowly; padded paws pulling silently at the sheet of sky to allow the sun to come glaring through. soft darkness giving way to the harshness of reality. i gather it about me closely, like a blanket and hold myself suspended within its hold. to lose refuge is a terrible thing, but itll be some time yet. maybe never. because the night will come back, and stay, and then we'll fly, and be free.
fin
Monday, October 13, 2008
- 9:12 pm
welcome back to the night. everything is as it was, new, free and fast. frustration cleaves a space of its own in the thickness of the night; but there is a time for everything and its time isnt now. either that or im too busy ignoring it, so stick a thumb out and see if you can get a ride on somebody elses highway; im just too caught up in the general flow of things to be very much bothered.
well degeneracy has always been a favourite trait of man. just look at some of the stuff they show on tv; what with our favourite satan worshipping teletubbies and the older (heads up if you remember it!), more controversial barney the dinosaur. i mean come on; how often do you get an obese purple/green tyrannosaur clomping about extolling the virtues of veganism? what nuts and cheese, celery and a glass of fruit juice too? does this mean that the show lacks educational values because i mean come on what the hell honestly why is he hiding his carnivorous tendancies he'd make the ones in jurassic park really embarrassed to be called the same species. then again have you ever wondered why the children after every episode of barney are different? and how did he get so fat on just nuts cheese and celery anyways? and are those bloodstains i see on your paunch or is tha-okay nevermind im not about to get sued by the producers of barney for these slanderous allegations but still think about it! and you never know what might next pop out of the good old rabbit hole.
so the economys gone plunging down and we're all going to hell. at least thats what johnny bird told me whilst i was turning the corner last wednesday night. 'watch your step bub,' he said, 'cos its a long hard road outta hell.' at the time i didnt know what to make of it till until freddie mac and fannie mae decided that they were through with climbing up the hill and the whole pail of water routine, so they both came tumbling down and the pervy lehman brothers who always tagged along hoping to get some with fannie came tumbling after. aww gee shucks mama it wasnt supposed to happen that way but hell if you wanna go to bed with something more than bread and cheese for your supper youd better be a good kid and not go dabbling round in the stock market cos EVERYBODY KNOWS THAT THEM STOCKS IS THE DEVIL.
and thats not all i mean now we got american presidential elections to deal with. hell its not enough that mccain looks like a friendly little lamb (really. he is the friendliest person ive ever seen; to him everybody is 'my friend! my friend!' kids if an old man approaches you saying 'my friend my friend' you'd better run to mommy and warn her. fast. he's probably not senator mccain.) but thank god we still got obama to save just a little bit of our dignity. hes probably the closest thing we have left to a happy meal in our little fast food world. so come on obama. YOU CAN DO IT. YOU CAN DO IT ALL NIGHT LOOONG. whats that? negative publicity ads? YE GODS LOOKS LIKE MCCAIN IS PALLING AROUND WITH SATAN.
otherwise everythings good. im still too innocent to be hit by the big evil stock market collapse but there are lessons to be learnt from this, like every other hurt in life. dont worry tatum, i got your back. always.
talk about livin fast. hell people, everythings gotta go, and if it doesnt its off to the wood chipper and fireplace. its gonna be a cold, cold winter.
Sunday, October 12, 2008
- 9:40 pm
strip away the years to find the nakedness beneath. the rawness, telling stories of a time when things were more free. beneath the strain, through the years; all you have to do is look for it, and slough off the old skins we allowed to stay on for too long. theyre old and crackly and so five minutes ago anyways. move with the times, fashionistas.
hit the stars
