Mother Earth is Pregnant for the Third Time

There was a moment,
walking, sprinting, jumping on the sidewalk...now into the snowbank...now into someone's front yard,

there was all that and more...a song, a moment, that I mistook for an epiphany,
if not, a full out revelation, at least an idea for a post?? a frothy blend of my shapeshifting vision, to serve you guys out there in cyberland, never to come into fruition.

Two hours later, after walking through my front door:
after discussing the rejection of new music for old funk n' soul,
after trying to convince my roommate that contemporary porn is not art,
and I'm sitting at my laptop, before I park my chevrolet in the dusty drive-in of my otherworldy silverscreen of dreams;
rustling up the scraps of my intended post.

Alas, my conceptual monuments never secrete onto the keyboard, before flowing lusciously through a prism....leaving it altered, for better or worse, I'll be the judge and jury. No convincing, rousing, preacher-type, african-american lawyers are allowed for the defendant in my court either!

wars of armageddon by funkadelic is seeping quietly through my speakers... 1971 was the beginning and end of music.

Highlight of today: I printed out "The dream of a ridiculous man", as recommended by a friend of a friend. It's rich literature in courier new format is mind tantalizing pleasure when I'm on the can! CHEERS! GOODNIGHT!

Surrogate People

Triple-plied toilet paper is the death of the plumbing system!

Today I managed to clog someone else's facilities... I blame it on the triple-plied thick korean paper being used in the said household! No good! First of all its worse for the environment, and secondly it is the root of all fiascos.. (yes even the pigs of bay).

"New Dawn Fades" - Joy Division ...officially the best song to start your day off, as you exit your not-so-humble-yet-mildly-nonchalant bachelor pad! (Oui! my house takes after myself, with regards to being fashionably indifferent)

Last night...or no it was actually friday evening, I finally sat back and watched david lynch blow my mind with a wierd mixed drink of erotica, metamorphosizing characters, and blonde/brunette duality, all imploding in a plot that will leave you scratching your head. Perfect score! Reminds me of an Isis or Explosions in the sky song... calm even placid serenity at one second and the next everything is deconstructed with violent furor! Man... it was classic. I need to watch it again as soon as possible. ..and did you see Marilyn Manson feature as a pornstar???! haha

My judgement resounds: KKKK + ½K

that's all ladies n gents

Scam!!! (More news from nowhere)

I have some ideas... some sketches, a meaty blogpost with extra mustard and a mouth full of bourbon is forthcoming.

For now though I want to vent anger and enunciate on the future!

The whole "Rrroll up the Rim" thing Tim Hortons does is a Scam! I have come away with nothing... every single time, when I dig my teeth into the cup..the same red french text tells me: REESSAYEZ S.V.P

It's like invoking larry lazarus' dead body...only to find out he was content with laying down his tools! Did anyone ask him if he wanted to be raised back from the dead into the whirlpool of shit that must have been life in palestine? The romans must have been working him nine-to-five with not a prospect of a pension retirement fund...

Nick Cave is an auteur, riding his chariot through biblical lands and transporting it back to a contemporary New York, placing Larry in the queue for milk, surrounded by dope fiends and misty-eyed poets.

turn on the radio

some cat on the saxophone

she rubs a lamp between her thighs

and hopes the genie comes out alive