EDIT: Youtube yanked this video (‘Dick in a Box‘) over a copyright issue. Fuck them. Fuck NBC. Link removed. Assholes.
EDIT:
Youtube yanked this video (‘Dick in a Box‘) over a copyright issue.
Fuck them. Fuck NBC.
Link removed. Assholes.
Month: December 2006
Law of Attraction
They sit to my right on a the banquette at one of this town’s fancier eating establishments. I notice her first because she’s somewhat pretty, and because she leans into the table with an attitude of rapt interest in what her date says. They’re clearly on a date. I don’t know how i can tell […]
They sit to my right on a the banquette at one of this town’s fancier eating establishments.
I notice her first because she’s somewhat pretty, and because she leans into the table with an attitude of rapt interest in what her date says.
They’re clearly on a date. I don’t know how i can tell this, because I can’t hear what they’re saying, but it’s clear. Something in the way they’re dressed, maybe, or the body language that says pre-mating dance.
She’s slender, long dark hair covering maybe a bit too much of her angular-but-pretty features. She’s wearing some sort of casual-but-nice top, I’m not sure what sort, the sort of thing you’d put on when you’re dressing up but don’t want to over-do your date attire.
But what catches my attention isn’t what she’s got on above the waist. Below, she’s in jeans; neat, dark, new, not levis, some fancier brand. But since I’m on the banquette, and she’s leaning forward, i can also see her underwear peeking out of the top of her jeans.
Now, there are certainly plenty of cases where lovely young ladies choose to leave a peek of panty over the top of jeans. But this doesn’t have that look to it. This looks like a case of tight, low cut jeans, and a pair of panties that are riding up. I bet she doesn’t know, or that she figures it doesn’t matter; her date can’t seem them.
Date underwear.
If you have ghosts you have everything
If you have ghosts you have everything If you have ghosts you have everything if you can say everything you want then you can do anything you want if you have ghosts you have everything. -Roky Erickson, If you have ghosts God DAMN it why can’t i find Roky Erickson lyrics anywhere? Oh, and […]
If you have ghosts you have everything
If you have ghosts you have everything
if you can say everything you want
then you can do anything you want
if you have ghosts you have everything.
-Roky Erickson, If you have ghosts
God DAMN it why can’t i find Roky Erickson lyrics anywhere?
Oh, and if you don’t have The Evil One get it. Now. Play it often.
Me and the devil, we were walking side by side
I got to keep moving, I got to keep moving Blues falling down like hail, blues falling down like hail Mmm, blues falling down like hail, blues falling down like hail And the day keeps on remindin’ me, there’s a hellhound on my trail Hellhound on my trail, hellhound on my trail If today was […]
I got to keep moving, I got to keep moving
Blues falling down like hail, blues falling down like hail
Mmm, blues falling down like hail, blues falling down like hail
And the day keeps on remindin’ me, there’s a hellhound on my trail
Hellhound on my trail, hellhound on my trail
If today was Christmas eve, if today was Christmas eve
And tomorrow was Christmas day
If today was Christmas eve and tomorrow was Christmas day
All I would need is my little sweet rider
Just to pass the time away, to pass the time away
I posted something annoying and brimmin’ with self-pity and small scale caged-rat rage yesterday, waking up with a brain full of ground glass and a mouthful of bile.
I dunno what the fuck was up; i know that I yanked the entry almost soon as I’d posted it, before i could get any comments, though not soon enough that i missed a few hits in the log. So i know someone read it.
Today, i wake in a Robert Johnson mood; i’ve been reading up on Johnson’s legends about the sale of a soul and a price paid at the crossroads; meanwhile I’m listening to Johnson’s reedy singing and brilliant guitar; and it suits my mood better.
I can tell the wind is risin’, the leaves tremblin’ on the tree
Tremblin’ on the tree
I can tell the wind is risin’, leaves tremblin’ on the tree
All I need is my little sweet woman
And to keep my company, hey, hey, hey, hey, my company
I dunno what the fuck is up with me this week; my head’s not right and i have that crazy edge that makes me want to do stupid things. I feel my teeth grinding and want to pick a fight; i want to hurt someone, in both good and bad ways. Weather, holidays, stress, rage contained a little too long.
I don’t know.
Old RJ makes me feel good though.
Me and the devil
We were walking side by side
Me and the devil
We were walking side by side
I’m gonna love your woman, Satan
‘Til I’m satisfied
Some days
Some days you just wake up fuckin’ mad at the world. You know what I’m sayin’. King Kong on the big ‘ol building, swatting away annoying insect airplanes. Pissed and with all the power in the world to do nothing back to life’s tiny, maddening annoyances. Bukowski said it better. I want it to be […]
Some days you just wake up fuckin’ mad at the world.
You know what I’m sayin’. King Kong on the big ‘ol building, swatting away annoying insect airplanes. Pissed and with all the power in the world to do nothing back to life’s tiny, maddening annoyances.
Bukowski said it better.
I want it to be pissing down rain or better yet, white-out ice storm, thunder and lightening, sturm und drang to match my mood inside. Instead i look out my window and it’s a dull, gray sky and a dull, gray city.
Though sometimes, some small spark comes out of it all and lights up a day like this, something that makes one feel better. I try to smile, and take pleasure in life’s smaller joys, rather that it’s over-whelming small annoyances. Otherwise, i just go looking for ways to hurt myself.
anole
I keep meaning to post a whole ting about my hawaii trip with photos but 1) i have no time and 2) i have so damned many photos to go through. So here’s a sample set i like. I was in the town of Hawi, northenmost town on the Big Island of Hawaii. This is […]
I keep meaning to post a whole ting about my hawaii trip with photos but 1) i have no time and 2) i have so damned many photos to go through.
So here’s a sample set i like.
I was in the town of Hawi, northenmost town on the Big Island of Hawaii. This is King Kamehameha’s birthplace, and a sort of artsy enclave unlike the more touristy center of Kailua-Kona.
I was walking from a store that sold jewelry across the street to a fantastic tattoo shop I’ll post more about later (i only wish I’d had time to get tattooed). But i found this lizard (an anole, in Hawaiian, which is not the same as a gecko). I picked him up and we bonded; I could NOT get him to crawl off me and onto a nice safe branch. Seemed he was happier crawling up my arm to see the highest point.
Click the photo for a slide show.
(this is exported from iphoto, i’m not sure i like the way it builds the pages, but i didn’t feel like waiting on stupid flickr uploads)
Can’t Bomb The World into Peace
It’s re-posting other people’s links day. This one’s more serious though. My brutha-man Ray posted about a video that Gordon Soderberg made about Iraq Veterans Against War and the rebuilding effort in New Orleans and the Gulf Coast. It’s pretty compelling, and the intro set to Can’t Bomb The World into Peace by Michael Franti […]
It’s re-posting other people’s links day. This one’s more serious though.
My brutha-man Ray posted about a video that Gordon Soderberg made about Iraq Veterans Against War and the rebuilding effort in New Orleans and the Gulf Coast.
It’s pretty compelling, and the intro set to Can’t Bomb The World into Peace by Michael Franti alone has a huge impact.
Gordon’s page on the video is here.
suddenly winter
Hell, when i left California, it was fall, almost summer weather. Now i come back and it’s freezing – literally. That is a cruel trick to play on someone who’s been wearing a kikepa/pareo and flip flops and nothing else for most of the last three weeks. brrrrrr! And yes, that means I’m home. More […]
Hell, when i left California, it was fall, almost summer weather.
Now i come back and it’s freezing – literally. That is a cruel trick to play on someone who’s been wearing a kikepa/pareo and flip flops and nothing else for most of the last three weeks.
brrrrrr!
And yes, that means I’m home. More to say, and pictures, as soon as I get time.