24 June 2007

{ 13 } .. . big sleep

barbecued sardines make me holler, ya!

None will take us seriously, when all we can say is nonsense into a blustery wind. How great will be our thirst when finally we stop being idiots. But what fun is our idiocy. What catastrophe is our disheveled minds. Thoughts leaching booze, ideas bloated like overtaxed livers. And all we could summon are stuttering gurgles. Huh.

History says. Dont hope/On this side of the grave./But then, once in a lifetime/The longed-for tidal wave/Of justice can rise up./And hope and history rhyme .. . { seamus heaney, the cure at troy }


spiral scratch
born under punches .. . { talking heads, remain in light }
polyester bride .. . { liz phair, whitechocolatespaceegg }
gin and juice .. . { the gourds, shinebox }



03 June 2007

{ 12 } .. . condemned

lists are the bondo of personalities

Deep in the heart of darkest utopia, I heard the alarms clangity-clanging away at the coming doom. Man, they sure don’t make it easy to get some shut eye; they don’t make it easy to ignore their screams. I’m tightrope-dawdling along the broken sidewalk, trying not to draw attention in this tone-deaf neighbourhood. I feel like barking in a foreign tongue, vibrating my dangling uvula like a well-used punching bag. Oh yeah, baby, I’m ready to roundhouse some circus freakshow exhibit now, to show them who’s boss in this sprawling home of the knave.

Big top, screw top, mop top, they’re all the same to me.

But you know, I don’t really begrudge them their lucky privilege, I don’t hold their appalling lack of taste against them. Hell, someone has to keep wearing those goddamned white loafers, since all the salesmen got smart a couple of generations ago and started dressing like golf pros.

And in the end, really, the love they crave, is equal to the love they stave. Hehe, just what the world needs, salesmen making more salesmen – could really drive a houseclown to drink.


spiral scratch
bullshit .. . { the dishrags, vancouver complications }
fuck with dre day .. . { dr dre, the chronic }
na na na na naa .. . { kaiser chiefs, employment }