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Thursday, July 28th, 2005
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7:31 pm
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I want to have some sashimi off one of the Lovecraftian elder gods. Wouldn't that be the coolest?
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| Friday, June 17th, 2005
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11:47 pm
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I feel bloated with possibility, like I just don't know what to do with all this JUICE.
**EDIT** No, I haven't just had the cock ring on too long, fuckers.
current music: Motorhead - Inferno
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| Thursday, May 12th, 2005
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3:44 pm
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I am suddenly alone because the sky is blue, the tree green, the street quiet, and because a dog, who is as alone as I am, is walking in front of me. I am moving slowly but with a firm step. I think it is nighttime. The landscapes I discover, the houses with advertisements on them, the posters, the shipwindows I pass as a sovereign, are of the same stuff as the characters of this book, of the visions I discover when my mouth and tongue are occupied in the hairs of a bronze eye, visions in which I think I recognize a recurrence of my childhood love of tunnels. I bugger the world.
~Jean Genet, Funeral Rites.
( Further Excerpts )
I hopefully recommend this book to any of you who have revelled in the smells of your own body.
current music: Axis of Perdition
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| Tuesday, March 29th, 2005
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3:20 pm
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I'm on such a fatty raw fish, wind and tobacco high. Spring is coming for you all!
current mood:  high
current music: screams, fills, riffs, solos
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| Monday, February 14th, 2005
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7:41 pm
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I wooed her with gas and a wash, and in the end she's the one I went home with. This year, my car is my valentine. Love ya, babe!
current mood: Whimsical
current music: The Mighty Nimbus
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| Tuesday, January 4th, 2005
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11:48 pm - Big in Japan
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| Friday, November 12th, 2004
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2:13 pm
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It's a sad day for this young dilettante, who for the first time has seen the nature of this foul season undermine the majestic authority of his black chariot.
current mood: grim
current music: Bathory - Oden's Ride Over Nordland
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| Thursday, October 21st, 2004
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1:03 am - Take me to Paradise City, where the grass is green and the girls are pretty
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Man, I'm probably the last person you'd expect to get excited about a Red Sox win, but I tell ya, driving home from Boston with the cool October air in my hair and my underwear in my pocket, blasting Appetite for Destruction all the way, the city seemed truly jubilant. There were people literally dancing in the streets, and a BMW Z3 with two middle-aged ladies with cigarettes that raced me down Washington St at 75 mph, pausing at a light to holler "GO SOX!!!" before zooming off again.
Man, I get so worked up and brought down by the stupidest shit, but life is so good to me. If only this existential clarity came more often!
current mood:  refreshed
current music: Guns'n'Roses
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| Tuesday, October 12th, 2004
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10:51 pm - As if they haven't been telling me I LOOK like an elf for long enough...
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The highlight of a generally dull visit to King Richard's Faire '04 was a conversation held between me and a vendor in full leathers and a pinned and plumed cavalier hat that took place as I was buying a similar hat for my father's birthday, thinking it'd make him feel very Piratey indeed.
Anyway, he was inspecting the, uh, token of Lady Visa which he would invoke in exchange for the hat, and he says to me "Oh, wow, your name's really Dar?"
"It certainly is. Why?"
"I've got a friend whose name is Dar."
"Oh, really?"
"Well...his, uh, character, I mean."
"....Oh. Uh huh."
Honestly, how many of you guys have conversations like that? I should just up and move to Middle Earth New Zealand.
On another note, I just got the new George Carlin book and there really is no one in the entertainment business who I agree with more. He doesn't understand why people who believe in God are treated with any more credibility than people who believe in UFOs? Me neither! And how well does it show the power of humor that he can get away with saying what he does in such mainstream channels, just because he's presented as a humorist?
current mood: all correct
current music: Iced Earth - some song about Spawn.... =(
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| Sunday, July 11th, 2004
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7:47 am - Show me the lights, where I can find the only thing I need to give me peace of mind
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As I sit here in my boxers at about 6:00 PM on Sunday coating myself with arnica, I'd like to recount some of the highlights of Ozzfest 2004.
-Hanging out at the FYE autograph booths while shitty bands like Bleeding Through, Otep, and As I Lay Dying played because we got there early.
You had to buy a CD to actually get something signed, but that didn't stop me from yelling a greeting to the always jovial Jimmy Bower of Eyehategod/Down/Superjoint Ritual, who shared a "JUDAS PRIEST!!!" moment with me over my shirt.
Not so amiable was Randy from Lamb of God, who gave me a big grin and hello when I yelled "Hey Randy, wassup?" but then only mumbled something when I asked "How's the back hair doing?" and ignored me outright when I asked if we could see it.
-Participating in what Lamb of God call the "Wall of Death".
Well, since I was in the pit to begin with, I found myself standing at the front line of this thing, with me and the muscliest guys you ever seen lined up and ready to go. They played, he counted, we ran, and next thing I know is what it's like to be a hamburger as I crash into the guy in front of me and then have the second wave of guys crash into ME. As soon as the fists stopped flying I tapped the nearest 6'6 guy on the shoulder and surfed my way out of there, conveniently collapsing for the Hatebreed and Slipknot sets. My ribs still hurt, but it really seemed like a cool idea at the time.
-Phil Anselmo finishing the short Superjoint set by turning around and vomiting up a stream of brown puke as the band played the last notes of "Ozena."
Sex was meant to kill you, riffriffriff blaargh
-Recognizing some familiar Palladium faces when the long haired kids started showing up for Slayer, who played a professional and vicious short set. Raining Blood, no Angel of Death.
-Standing in the slowest line imaginable to get some water after Slayer so that I'd have a little juice for Priest, only to dash out with three guys between me and refreshment when I heard them start to play.
-Hanging around in awe for the first half of the Judas Priest set, too tired, sore and amazed to move much. That only lasted until "Painkiller," which set me off metal thrashin' mad, two man pit with a american indian with a lot of black hair as the 30-40somethings faithfully shout along every word around us.
-Starting another little pit two songs later, only to land flat on my stomach in a pool of what somebody later told me was piss....gettin' up and not missing a headbanging beat, surrounded by grins.
-Singing the last verse of "You Got Another Thing Comin'" from on top of the crowd and landing right near the stage while Priest took their bows.
-Getting another modeling request from some lady from NY as I was leaving, or more specifically the look on Garrett's face when I told him what the "chick with the card" wanted. Score another one for the coif, that's redemption for all the times I've been called "ma'am", baby.
-The way the first cup of hot and sour tasted at Ocean City in Boston three hours later.
Yeah, I'd say I got my moneys worth.
current mood: Metal!!!
current music: Metal!!!!
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| Sunday, December 28th, 2003
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10:27 pm - As the mighty eagle, I need room to breathe/Witness from the treadmill, I take my leave
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I'm gonna....I'm gonna....I'm gonna....I'm gonna....gonna....I'm gonna...finish this sentence
With every implement of frustrated teenage aggression I can dream up
Turning the volume up 10 notches is a better way of expressing myself than any of the paragraphs I just backspaced
Cover your fucking ears
current mood: out for blood
current music: SlayerPanteraPriestAC/DCCarcassDarkthroneManowarSLAYER
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| Thursday, November 6th, 2003
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5:14 pm - My take
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Watching the Matrix sequels is like watching a flaccid cock shoot huge loads
(Hey Matt, take your dad -- but leave Cal at home)
current mood:  jubilant
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| Thursday, October 16th, 2003
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5:38 pm - Bleeding on your highway baby, Harvest is a' coming in the season of dying
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LAW 10
INFECTION: AVOID THE UNHAPPY AND THE UNLUCKY
You can die from someone else's misery--emotional states are as infectious as diseases. You may feel you are helping the drowning man but you are only precipitating your own disaster. The unfortunate sometimes draw misfortune on themselves; they will also draw it on you. Associate with the happy and fortunate instead.
How do you like that? I don't, but there's something to it.
So fuck Robert Greene and fuck you, yes, but most of all fuck me =/
current mood: manic!
current music: Acid Bath
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| Sunday, October 5th, 2003
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9:18 pm - To welcome the fall
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Time to get back on track.
current mood: Morally bankrupt :p
current music: Killing Joke - Seeing Red
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| Monday, September 15th, 2003
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5:21 pm - All real men play on ten
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After a highly restorative trip to Tower Records the other day, I couldn't help but think to myself that as much as I like Fight Club, and as A-OK as that Pixies song is, that final scene would have worked infinitely better had they played Manowar's "Kingdom Come."
Take a few minutes to listen and I have no doubt you'll agree.
Anyway, it's much more of a "Manowar" kind of movie than anything else. Who would would disagree that Tyler Durden would fit right onto a stage with Joey DeMaio and Ross the Boss?
current mood: jubilant
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| Friday, September 5th, 2003
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3:55 am - All my hilarity for crack, that's just what I'll need for you
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Settling down in Israel now. It's as bad as could have been expected. My grandmother didn't wait until we got home before busting loose with things like "Sometimes I wish I was dead."
Something nearly achieved the way she was driving. Fine, you, but not me too.
Between the grandparents and my other uncle, his wife and their THREE kids (whose hospitality I'm currently taking advantage of), who were there when we got in from the airport, there's such an unhappy malcontent air around I can hardly stand it.
They need money, or time, or youth, or health or affection and I'm ripe for the picking but they could eat me right up and hardly be satisfied.
I can stand in the middle of those 7 and it's like this whirling tornado of desperation and need. What's a boy to do but nail everything down and retreat to the cellar till it passes?
But I've got a nice tight one, so I'll be OK. See you from my other uncles, once I arrive.
current mood: Feverish/lonesome
current music: Killing Joke
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| Wednesday, September 3rd, 2003
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12:04 am - milano and burning man worry
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At the airport hotel in Milan now, flight leaves at noon tomorrow.
(the subject line was something somebody else had left that was stored)
I'm still not really looking forward to the two week stay in Israel for a couple of reasons, but partially due to my tentative plan to stay with my uncle (by myself) for up to a week I'm no longer terrified by the prospect, more resigned to enjoy myself however I can. Up fucking beat. Anyway if that goes through I ought to be online a lot.
Venice worked out perfectly, in the one day I had there I stopped walking for maybe 30 minutes total (mostly stops to check the map!) and I doubt I'll ever forget some of the experiences.
Still...one of the most poignant feelings I had during my wanderings was a sense of how much "room for improvement" there was in all of my experiences.
At some point, I nearly bought an issue of Maxim off a newsstand. You know, the one with Lucy Liu, Cameron Diaz and Drew Barrymore.
I guess I must really miss....."PORN" :ppp
"There is nothing stranger or more precarious than the relationship between people who know each other only by sight, who meet and watch each other every day, even every hour, yet are compelled by convention or their own whim to maintain the appearance of indifference and unfamiliarity, to avoid any word or greeting. There arises between them a certain restlessness and frustrated curiosity, the hysteria of an unsatisfied, unnaturally suppressed urge for acquaintanceship and mutual exchange, and in point of fact also a kind of tense respect. For people tend to love and honor other people so long as they are not in a position to pass judgment on them; and longing is the result of unsufficient knowledge." - Death in Venice, Thomas Mann.
Phew.
current mood: nonplussed
current music: SUFFOCATION
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| Saturday, August 30th, 2003
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8:54 pm
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| Tuesday, August 19th, 2003
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7:01 pm - Busy, busy busy
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So here I am, coming at you from an insane keyboard in a little cafe in a little town out in Tuscany. I have figured out most of its subtleties, or I wouldn't even attempt this post, but the colon still eludes me and without my smiley faces I fear this is going to seem a gloomy post. But I'd like to assure everybody that I'm in very good spirits. Actually, maybe that'll be obvious.
Ok but so here I am and it's treating me very well, the food is so good every time...I can look forward to two excellent meals a day every day, plus a nice breakfast and snacks which would be nothing short of PRECIOUS back home. But here, it's snacks!
And that's something that's nice with all the food, it's two delicious meals expected every day like I said, you don't fuss like I do back home whenever I get something really good. Mmm! mmm!! ohh!! ohh!!!
It's just how it is! And that doesn't mean you take it for granted, it just means...look, it's great, ok?
There are other things, like how nice it is to see my uncle and aunt (who are my favorites) or how beautiful it is, but the main things that have been on my mind that I want to go into...well, my family has been awful. Mom and abba are at each others throats like you can't imagine, and it really throws light onto the easily-forgotten fact that my current family situation is not going to last long at all. They can't work together, and that's not so bad. I almost feel like enough already...
Sort of a "hmm-hnnn"
But with my company so unpleasant, I'm left to introspection. And what happens then? What happens then when I'm lounging around this beautiful country with nobody but my lonesome to consider?
My more romantic side had been keeping quiet for some time, but now....ahh..I don't know how to talk about this. It's especially when traveling for me. I'm like...when I go somewhere beautiful, or eat something delicious or see a good show or anything like that, I enjoy it when I'm alone but I always feel like I wish there was someone to share it with. Because then, you know you're having a good time, but you look at them and see they feel the same and so it goes between you like that back and forth and it gets magnified and multiplied a hundred times over.
There's one girl in particular from back there that I had a bit of that with and I can't stop myself from, in nearly all of the quieter moments, wishing she was here. I KNOW (pretend that's in italics, time IS money here) we'd have the time of our (young) lives if given a chance.
So, circumstances to enjoy my wonderful surroundings are not as good as they could be, but I knew I would be back anyway and I can look at it as a sort of preliminary scouting mission.
Damn, this is turning out to be just full of quasi-Peterisms isn't it? By the way, happy birthday if I don't get a better chance. Hope it swings.
So I thought you would give me more to write about, (though now I look, I wrote a good bit) but my friends list is DEAD! What shit is that? I was hoping for a little Maia post to chew over with some lyrics to hum or something at least, maybe maybe a little bit of Jesse Duddy magic...?
But no! Nothing! So I'm out of here.
P.S Julia don't be offended, go to www.livejournal.com/users/drawerfullofslu/friends, realize that it costs money for me to be on here, and you will see that it is simple economy, ok?
current mood: Hungry, you know how it is
current music: Siouxsie if any. Ha-ha, don't ask
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| Wednesday, July 2nd, 2003
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2:40 am
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Liar liar with your pants on fire
White spades hangin' on the telephone wire
Gamblers reevaluate along the dotted line
You'll never recognize yourself on heartattack and vine
Doctor, lawyer, beggar man thief
Philly Joe remarkable looks on in disbelief
If you want a taste of madness, you'll have to wait in line
You'll probably see someone you know on heartattack and vine
Boney's high on china white, Shorty found a punk
Don't you know there ain't no devil, there's just God when he's drunk
Well this stuff will probably kill you, let's do another line
What you say you meet me down on heartattack and vine
See that little Jersey girl in the see-through top
With the peddle pushers sucking on a soda pop
Well I bet she's still a virgin but it's only twenty-five 'til nine
You can see a million of 'em on heartattack and vine
Better off in Iowa against your scrambled eggs
Than crawling down Cahuenga on a broken pair of legs
You'll find your ignorance is blissful every goddamn time
You're waitin' for the RTD on heartattack and vine
How's that for Waits, Matty B?
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