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A little break from today and my homicidal ideation.
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Showing posts with label music. Show all posts
Showing posts with label music. Show all posts
posting shit here
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I need to declare AGAIN that the propaganda [aka baldfaced lies] is SO thick it's hardly ever even worth bringing up to scream about. So I'm completely nixing crap from the White House, from government at all, and even most persons located in the pulp-brained West. Too filthy and demoralizing.
I'm not saying the non-Clown-World civilizations are saints, but they are PLAINLY still willing to tell the truth... which is not only beautiful to me, but feels essential to my status as a breathing human... EVEN if they keep making me consciously take breaths when my brain stem has been cut from my lungs by the squeeze of shocking and murderous EVIL things taking place.
In fact, that reminds me, I should link you to some chill playlists Hank sent me the other day. They're goddam helpful as heck. Here and here... and, yeah, WHAT a man! Heh. Will tell me to calm down without telling me to calm down. Courageous as heck.
While I'm remembering things I keep forgetting, would anyone who comes across a really good exposition of Howard Lutnick's perfidies please send me a link or two or ten? I'm really beginning to think that guy probably could've gotten me in bed. He is SO good. I'm normally at LEAST, and I am being very conservative here, 90% correct about a person's character within split seconds of first coming across them... in meatspace or cyberspace... somewhat closer to 100% in meatspace, but... goddammit he's good. I'm never getting over my adoration for that video of the All-In Besties interviewing him shortly after his appointment.
Turns out that nano-second blip when they mentioned his brother was in the office on 9/11 was blasted clean out of me by his MARVELOUS performance there. Maybe you don't know how hard it was for hosers to get me in the sack, and how many thousands of them tried. Well, I think I might've gone down like a ton of bricks.
In fact, it also could be that I was born to be a gangster psychopath's moll.
THAT is how good he is.
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two things i've taken from my day so far
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Volume levels maybe have been the cause of most epic rock band enmities in history and the dark side of American Exceptionalism may well end America... and quite possibly most life on Earth.
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thanks to the incomparable kenny lane
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We get Carlos when he still had hair AND snakeskin boots... the Carlos only the locals still recognize. We never spoke, but saw each other semi-often, and each time I'd stare at his snakeskin boots and he'd stand there letting me while he stared at every inch of me when suddenly we'd each remember to attend to our gas pumps instead of each other.
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hank thinks we could use a little music around here
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I know I have posted this quite a while ago, but it bears repeating. We ought to pay some sort of worship toward the people who are responsible for so many of the bands we ever went to see live sucking planets so hard when we couldn't live without their albums.
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your doctor never bothered to even look
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Just as gullible and clueless as you are. They know this in advance.
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i'm having some of those days
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Where things that suddenly pop to mind show up on the internet anywhere from a few minutes to, say, a couple hours from when they popped into my coconut outta nowhere. Happens a LOT.
Also, I almost shoo'd off my bee swarm and went giddy yesterday on my little Robbie Robertson insight.
My mudroom is not dry. It's full of tools and boards and tarp. Today the ladder got leaned up against it out in the drive. That's not much in the way of progress, but, yes, does still indicate intent.
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someone asked my boyfriend
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And he seems to have cut loose with some receipts.
If we are lucky, we'll be kicked back to where we actually belong....
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since i'm [maybe] getting a new tarp roof for my mudroom tomorrow
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Until the weather will be reliable enough to do something more permanent, and my pleasant exchange with CederQ sent me over to weed out my junk mail address and there found ol' Zoso staring out at me from behind his shades, struck me we need to hear The Rain Song in honor of me [maybe] not needing a wetsuit this winter to get in and out of my mudroom.
Jimmy's selling numbered prints of him with the Black Crowes back in '99.
He's still darn cute for a geezer and darn capitalist, but I love him anyway.
My genius deadbeat handyman/neighbor/friend brought over his whole tool chest, which is massive, and gonna help me keep my mudroom from crumbling into utter ruin, and he'll do some serious sleuthing on the other leak that had been plaguing me for so long, but miraculously stopped for the last few years. I mean, I think something plugged it, but what, and for how long?
The annual rat attempts on our houses are back in full swing, too. Little jerks try to get in every year when it turns cold out there, and they scratch and nibble on every damn thing they think will gain them entrance — LOUDLY — like to drive me plumb crazy — so he's brought me some traps and is ferrying their oblivious dead rat bodies off to dumpster land for me.
I used to be able to handle this shit by dint of sheer psychic force — no, really — but now I can't get down far enough, or see well enough, to do my magic on them, so he's helping me be quit of this year's batch of determined little would-be raiders.
Plus, help me with my new mattress next week — have I bragged about that yet? — Got a monster-good deal on it — no more flailing and groping to rescue myself from the pit of my old mattress — and he'll freshen up all the steel wool around the pipes and plug whatever of that stupid hardened foam stuff the rats've nearly eaten all the way off. Generally help me pull my act back together at last.
I'm going to give him my beautiful, antique, pristine condition, shotgun I inherited from Billy since I can barely pick it up, and he just loves the thing to pieces. It's probably never even been shot. Sure doesn't look like it. Hunnert years old and truly gorgeous. SERIOUS construction. 32" barrel. Competition-style shotgun. I need something light and easy to grab.
I want somebody to love Billy's ludicrously silly, unused, "home intruder" gun. By the time I could get that thing up and aimed, the intruder would have mowed me down, taken whatever he was after and gotten to town with it.
So this will be good karma all around.
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