Monday, June 30, 2008
also, i think that under "douche" in the richardtionary, it says "see lucas, george."
and also, sometimes things fall from outer space to make you laugh when you need a good chucklefart:
worth cutting and pasting if you have to, because i'm too lazy to figure out how to put the actual video in the blog.
and also, corona beer is no good
and also, pilsners from poland are good
and also, there's not enough time for this.
Saturday, June 28, 2008
I think that most of the time, people don’t understand the question. If you could just sit in that box all plugged in and love it. It wouldn’t just be the baser things. I think that anyone that’s been both places’d tell you
and it’s “high as fuck on
but this should’ve been quite obvious, and isn’t much new.
This is where Ivan ends
And his brother begins.
This is where the quiet runt of the litter nods and smiles and sips his beer
And everyone listens just for a second.
For some reason they look at him, at first anticipating to be amused by his reaction. His shy duck of right hooks. His unanswers. His ribless chest of recycled air.
But they listen just for a second.
And the alyosha among nameless clans and motherless families, huddled in the cold, chugging vodka for the lack of good acid, spewing ideas for the lack of bright colors, killing pastors for the lack of honest revolutionaries,
Spoke of the dust and dimmer days in the kind of cold a valley needs to hold to really grow up
And seeing no rain with dry eyesAnd being months past crying for much of anything
And wakeless turns of the ground
“To remember a quiet promise there and hold on to the whisper of a world that seemed to move on without you,
to stir beauty with a dirty spoon and eat olives far below sea level,
these are the god’s legs that outrace your machine.”