St. Frankie Lee, Howlin Wolf, Alicia Keys, Bob Dylan, hyperbolic white critical writing re: The Coo-Coo Bird, William Bowers, what Greil Marcus imagines Bob Dylan sounds like.
Sounds Like
TYPE 13: You are a Post-traumatic Dilettante. Characterized primarily by your rabid trend-hounding and bulimic spending-habits, you lack the self-confidence or work-ethic to realize the kind of creative actualization you admire in others so you focus, instead, on concealing yourself in the detris of your cruelest peers and heroes. Likely the product an aristocratic family destabilized by post-post-industrial life, you are frequently confused by the breakdown of personal relationships, relationships being transactions you wish could be more like buying clothes/records, i.e.- one (to you) passive and bound by capitalism. You perform vaguely revolutionary rhetoric but favor a selective audience for said performances as people of color and the poor tend to highlight your privilege. You think “money is stupid” but, having confused your self-worth with your ability to buy class-performatively “tasteful” products, fear that, in reality, “you are stupid”. The irony that the Latin root of “decadence” is “decay” is lost on you. You cry frequently and claim not to know why.
Wolf made this rad video for Isaac Brock Came Home.
Chelsea and Wolf play things and sing on All of My Days. Chelsea claps, stomps and sings on Hound Dog. I like to smoke pot and listen to my own music because I realize that I am a genius!
You are more spectacular than any hanging tomato plant, bullet or bracelet. Where's the infomercial on you? You are one hell of a catch! Thanks for letting me hook you.
i'm still waiting for your vote to matter. what can we do to pass the time? ok ok we'll act out r-kelly's opera again. BUT ONLY ONE MORE TIME, DEE! and this time i get to be the priest in the closet!
What I'm Looking for: Brawny PWT who doesn't feel whole unless he's tongue-bathing a sexy, larger-than-life queen who's sweet as a marshmallow during the day and salty as a sailor at night. My ideal Tom has a big appetite, and can handle a gal who knows what she likes.
My Ideal Date Includes: You show up hungry for C-food and well-rested ('cause it's gonna be a long night). I meet you at the door wearing nothing but a French maid's apron. After a lavish home-cooked meal, I go to work with my feather duster while you watch.
My Motto: We're gonna have a good time tonight- I'd bet my swiffer on it."
You would love my house right now. Every room is like my bathroom; water running full force, steam causing Stella to appear hazy and a pinch sweeter. Oh joy! I could bathe you on the front porch. I want to kiss your face.
oh contrair. I believe you have uncovered a deeper interpretation than most have with the benefit of sound. This level of communication and semiotics is what I love about Pigman and I say that with very little deliberate ownership.
..Haunted Lesbian Sorority on FunnyOrDie.com.. by the way, I'm not getting hacked, I am really sending you something called haunted lesbian sorority. happy belated (?) birthday- I would love to hang out wednesday- I miss you, I'll call you "day of." Did you really go to Camp Howard? Because I know like five bigillion catholic kids our age who did...this should be one of many of our topics of discussion
Hey, we also ran into Mr. Dillion at the store the other day and he said that Mr. Powell wrote a book called The Locals. he said that annie blooms might have it. anyway just thought that was interesting.
Hey!! Ya never know a year from now you could be up in spokane visiting me(freezing) in my dorm, that is if all the nit an gritty paper crap that I am currently working on works out in my favor.
today is definitely your birthday. i hope you have the best one. it is raining and cold, but you are tough and probably into that. i heard you will be eating food tonight, that sounds like fun. i like food too.
oops, sorry...i think. i don't ever want my songs to kill anyone...except maybe in the good way that people use that word. but you know, you will have it next christmas and that will be great huh?
Christ it's been a few whirlwind days. Anie and Camille were over on Xmass eve and I got to ask who the hell you were. They believe we should work together.
that's almost as funny as the other night when we were playing trivial pursuit and my mom referred to my uncle and dad as "you homos" and then laughed at her own joke for 5 minutes straight so that she couldn't even read the question to them.
