4.29.2008
Speak your troubles
sound : Someday - My Bloody Valentine
you get into your car, your brains a mess.... the day's running in your head, fresh, looped... like a cassette tape.... you decide to yourself, "i'm going to leave the windows closed... it gives me my own space..."
you pick up a familiar cd case.. .it's pink in color.... open it, put the cd in.... turn up the volume knob to 35.... you wait a few seconds for it to load....
aaah....
the crashing drums, the reverb drenched guitars.... you smile and start driving.... you feel the beats in your chest, you feel the seatbelt vibrating... the rear-view mirror is shaking... you feel pressure, it's like a tonne of weight on your shoulders.... you feel like your eardrums are going to pop... you think to yourself, "is this too loud?"...
you have a vision of all the windows of your car blasting outwards....
you open the windows in the fear of you losing your hearing... the music/noise bursts out like a hundred billion bees stinging everyone in the vicinity... the seatbelt still rattles against your chest, the rear-view mirror still vibrates.... you look to your right and this man looks at your car like you are crazy....
you look down at the passenger seat at the pink cd case, you look up, smile at yourself in the mirror and continue on your way home... swaying....
Sleep like a pillow
Downward and
Where she won't care
Anyway anywhere
Soft as a pillow
Touch her there
Where she won't dare
Somewhere
Sleep like a royal subject
Think that you grew
Stronger there
Speak your troubles
She's not scared
Soft like there's silk
Everywhere
Sleep is a pillow
Come where she won't dare
Anyway there
Look in the mirror
She's not there
Where sh won't care
Somewhere
you get into your car, your brains a mess.... the day's running in your head, fresh, looped... like a cassette tape.... you decide to yourself, "i'm going to leave the windows closed... it gives me my own space..."
you pick up a familiar cd case.. .it's pink in color.... open it, put the cd in.... turn up the volume knob to 35.... you wait a few seconds for it to load....
aaah....
the crashing drums, the reverb drenched guitars.... you smile and start driving.... you feel the beats in your chest, you feel the seatbelt vibrating... the rear-view mirror is shaking... you feel pressure, it's like a tonne of weight on your shoulders.... you feel like your eardrums are going to pop... you think to yourself, "is this too loud?"...
you have a vision of all the windows of your car blasting outwards....
you open the windows in the fear of you losing your hearing... the music/noise bursts out like a hundred billion bees stinging everyone in the vicinity... the seatbelt still rattles against your chest, the rear-view mirror still vibrates.... you look to your right and this man looks at your car like you are crazy....
you look down at the passenger seat at the pink cd case, you look up, smile at yourself in the mirror and continue on your way home... swaying....
Sleep like a pillow
Downward and
Where she won't care
Anyway anywhere
Soft as a pillow
Touch her there
Where she won't dare
Somewhere
Sleep like a royal subject
Think that you grew
Stronger there
Speak your troubles
She's not scared
Soft like there's silk
Everywhere
Sleep is a pillow
Come where she won't dare
Anyway there
Look in the mirror
She's not there
Where sh won't care
Somewhere
4.21.2008
4.20.2008
phallic symbols for kids...
sound : Flower Sun Rain - Boris
ever notice how jack sparrow twirls his moustache when he starts getting kinda randy with the chick on the island (while consuming copious amounts of rum)?... doesn't it seem symbolic of his "rising libido" (so to speak)?.....
leave it to disney to teach kids the ways of life.... :D
ever notice how jack sparrow twirls his moustache when he starts getting kinda randy with the chick on the island (while consuming copious amounts of rum)?... doesn't it seem symbolic of his "rising libido" (so to speak)?.....
leave it to disney to teach kids the ways of life.... :D
4.11.2008
I am...
sound : Wonderwall - Oasis
* single again
* angry at the world
* angry at myself
* bored shitless
* most likely an insomniac
* watching everything shatter
* listening to "(What's The Story) Morning Glory" and my heart beat
* going to go to sleep after this
* loving my friends more and more every minute of every day
* missing some of said friends... a lot
* kinda hungry, but I'm too lazy to grab a bite to eat
* going to go now
* hoping that the next time I do this, I will spew something more profound
* single again
* angry at the world
* angry at myself
* bored shitless
* most likely an insomniac
* watching everything shatter
* listening to "(What's The Story) Morning Glory" and my heart beat
* going to go to sleep after this
* loving my friends more and more every minute of every day
* missing some of said friends... a lot
* kinda hungry, but I'm too lazy to grab a bite to eat
* going to go now
* hoping that the next time I do this, I will spew something more profound
4.06.2008
The Ramos ginfizz
In a cocktail shaker, dissolve 1 tbsp sugar in 1 tbsp water. Add:
• 1 1/2 ounce Tanqueray gin
• 1/2 ounce lemon juice
• 1/2 ounce lime juice
• 1 ounce heavy cream
• white of 1 fresh egg
• 3 drops -- not dashes -- of orange flower water
Fill with cracked ice and shake lustily for a long, long time, and then strain into a tall glass. Add 1 oz chilled seltzer, stir briefly, and then smile.
• 1 1/2 ounce Tanqueray gin
• 1/2 ounce lemon juice
• 1/2 ounce lime juice
• 1 ounce heavy cream
• white of 1 fresh egg
• 3 drops -- not dashes -- of orange flower water
Fill with cracked ice and shake lustily for a long, long time, and then strain into a tall glass. Add 1 oz chilled seltzer, stir briefly, and then smile.
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