a medication that stops "history" from happening.
entropy, evolution and the state of human and universal decomposition and rebirth. My son who i love more than any one or thing. And, of course, charles bronson fucking upthose dirty punks up on amc as i write this.
Music
the light on a dark wet backcountry blacktop during the 'biggest flood in years'. (czech out my 'milesnowhere music page if you want to hear some of my old 'flood tunes')
Movies
like everyone you dont know in 'real life'--but bigger. Much bigger...(unless you are watching through the voyer windows of a compu-screen or dvd tv scene--in which case...)
Television
like your life, but smaller.
Books
make great kindling for witch-burnings.
Heroes
Ivan Denisovitch, Steven Deadalus, Billy Pilgrim, Viktor Frankl, Fred Neitzsche and all the other cowboys (dead or imaginary) who still are(it seems)...
Who I'd like to meet: Self-involved visionaries and seekers of all descriptions/holy people in this unholy time...OR BARRING THAT...Drug dealers and women who want to ruin my marriage(oops too late already) and estrange me from my wife, son, friends and family so i can go back to my true calling of being a homeless junkie who wanders around the mission in some San Fran-cesspool, muttering to the sixteen imaginary robot dogs in my head, yelling at the fucking hipster kids to 'leave my mothers vaccum cleaner alone" and drinking my own recycled urine from a 3 year old 40 ounce bottle that is also my only friend... OH YEAH AND AS EVERYONE ELSE SAYS...YOU...YEAH FUCK IT LETS MEET, JUST WHAT BOTH OF US NEED IN LIFE, MORE DISSAPOINTMENT..."
“The writer William Burroughs once called language “a virus from outer space”, and there’s a sense of that in A History of Sarcasm, where Burton holds words up to the sun and lets the light shine through them.”
This Wednesday December 2nd the Voodoo Glow Skulls will be appearing live at the Downtown Greenhouse (the venue in the alley behind the Green Room) with Fayuca. VGS play high-energy ska tempered with some punk rock. The show is all ages, tix are $10 in advance ($12 day of) and on-sale at the Green Room, Rainbow's End and online at www.greenhouseproductions.net.
Also there are LOTS of great shows coming up so check em out: 12/31 Xtra Ticket with David Gans @ Orpheum-All Ages 1/14 Umphrey's McGee @ Orpheum-All Ages 1/17 John Gorka @ Coconino Center for the Arts-All Ages 2/6 Geroge Winston @ Ardrey Auditorium-All Ages 2/15 Badfish, a Tribute to Sublime @ Orpheum-All Ages 2/17 Les Claypool with Beats Antique @ Orpheum-All Ages 4/23 Greg Brown @ Orpheum-All Ages
The Domino Effect is a star-studded tribute concert celebrating the life and influence of rock and roll legend Fats Domino. Musical legends from far and wide are gathering in New Orleans for one historic night to pay tribute to Fats and his feats throughout his lifetime. A portion of the proceeds from this music extravaganza will benefit the Brees Dream Foundation bettering local playgrounds and outdoor recreation sites for the children of New Orleans. May 30th, New Orleans Arena.
I asked a lot of things when the spot lights passed through the mirrors, and windshields to find the hairs on the nape of my neck too loose to care
I asked for help, I offered, and I bartered and sometimes, reflection became a prayer, a five minute ode to change while the flashing lights Swore out warrants on my rebellion
the one time I got out of the truck in New Orleans, it was because I knew the guy. It only dawned on me later that he was an off duty cop I knew from when he was on duty
they had so many different street names there some named after Greek classics some after injun words some others pronounced plain wrong so I adopted a deep hickoid accent to pass them better
those late night make shift juke joints full of blacks and whites alike bonded over bourbons yellowing in the dim light, our spidery veins reaching out for mercy
there was a park south of the quarter where the cars piled up during Carnival but all other times, it was just some grassy patch for dogs to mark I lay there some days my mind spidering
like those bloodshot eyes, transferring the debutantes I used to drink vodka with outside of dances to the rough broads who turned into delectable but damned blossoms a matter of chance, a flicker of regret
afternoons wading through the abuse of the night before while the air settled choking the heat to new heights, explanation something left behind, on the river bank, in the restroom
in someone else’s hands. flashing lights bounced off of the dashboard, off my wrists, and fingers, slimmer than they’d been in years. A man that thin has but one kind of thought.
I agree with you in a way or most ways actually. I do think that those who commit suicide are weak and those who persevere are stronger.I think what I meant is that I sometimes admire those who have had the fortitude to take their own lives because I have never had the nerve. I do agree with Frankl that one meaning of life is to find meaning in your suffering IF YOU ARE ALIVE (and that is only meaning that you create for yourself, not meaning that is just extant or simply there), but if you are suffering so much and take your life you cease to exist and won't care if you are perceived as weak. You will simply stop suffering and will not exist.
Welly well it is you. I am pleased you found me, and we will talk soon. Surely I conjured you cause you were in my thoughts. Hang in there above and below.
