Friday, December 23, 2005

Mother's Oral Crowning (Whilst I Sleep).

[Music: Vashti Bunyan]


Gum-Tab-Beat.

[earlier]

catatoniccatharsis : I thought you died.
catatoniccatharsis : In a severe hairstyling accident.
tequilaoverdose : combs are a bitch man
catatoniccatharsis : Nah son, the curling iron did you in.
catatoniccatharsis : This I heard from many.
tequilaoverdose : when did i grow hair?
catatoniccatharsis : November.
tequilaoverdose : did it look good?
catatoniccatharsis : Shit, I didn't see it. I heard it all through the vine of the fruits that make wine.
tequilaoverdose : hmmm
tequilaoverdose : i heart rumors
catatoniccatharsis : 62 initiated it.
catatoniccatharsis : From beyond the ashes.
tequilaoverdose : she died?
tequilaoverdose : what the hell have i been missing?
tequilaoverdose : is uni finally a man yet?
tequilaoverdose : or woman?
catatoniccatharsis : I haven't seen trace of 62 in months. Uni is still blatantly asexual, and still foils all my schemes with eerie smiles.
tequilaoverdose : you would have gotten away with it too if it wasnt for that meddling queer
catatoniccatharsis : My mask is off.
tequilaoverdose : 62 is full time babbler now
catatoniccatharsis: She's also your mom by cybering.
tequilaoverdose : fuck you
catatoniccatharsis : I haven't seen boardlight in quite some time.
catatoniccatharsis : Been busy.
tequilaoverdose : ive noticed
catatoniccatharsis : I have three jobs.
tequilaoverdose : O__O
catatoniccatharsis : I know.
catatoniccatharsis : BREAKING NEWS:
catatoniccatharsis : BECCA'S COOCH SMELLS LIKE BLACK MR.SKETCH MARKERS.
catatoniccatharsis : That's been all I've been able to gather.
tequilaoverdose has signed out. (12/23/2005 12:14 AM)

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More Stylus stuff:

http://www.stylusmagazine.com/feature.php?ID=2060 (Syriana review.)

http://www.stylusmagazine.com/feature.php?ID=2045 (Top 50 Albums of 2005, you can locate my personal Top 20 at the bottom; writers are in alphabetical order.)

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Ex-Mass in two days. Relatives coming today. Leaving house for hours at a time. They smell.

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Masta Plan Countdown = four days.

Tahoe will purge all of us.

Thursday, December 22, 2005

Delays.

Stylus pieces I've done recently that I never posted links to:

http://www.stylusmagazine.com/feature.php?ID=2030 (The Squid and the Whale, Be Cool)

http://www.stylusmagazine.com/feature.php?ID=2048 (My cut of Gorillaz).

Monday, December 19, 2005

Stolen 10th Peroxide.

[Music: Spy Island]


The Mercurial Cannon (Walking Papers).

Witheld and eventualized outside his or her own consequences replicates visions to distinctive, autogenous locales forthright and tyrannized so cousins would not swim lightly. Disfavored incorrectly so right was sleazeballed into mediocrity, a high rise licked the unkempt frost of holy bodies in an act of devil-may-sing attitude. Once to long and too often; the motto of Grandmother's utmost golden armchairs and hassocks which, improperly ensnared to asses obese or bony, evolved argumentative, definitive, and near-narrative discourse (spitting idly into electric fences subtracted wind). And if blank, vacuous reaping is the ruinition of angels then fucking lorD jesuS would fight for nails or steam or supplements for marY to confide in Death and vehement zealousy. Tautology befits the life's paraphrase in an amount so bereft of weight that a subtle swan spun air so various and faint that skyscraper hoodlums bowed and accepted grounded decadence and inferiority.

Quazars believed they spoke of magic and hope for the coming of drugs and needles the radius of goD's ****, but thusly initiated cosmical waning and darkness on all sides of Earth. Nor could this be ceased as much as it could be discussed by firelight in chambers which skeletons kissed and laughed about skinless whistling. It would not be scrutinized inside eyes of black vacancy; a whole so sturdy it dizzied barrels out of their own confinement and riddles told when time was of anti-stalefunk victory (a preponderance prized by the mind's dusty blinds). Boars soon thwarted our thin hero, designed to tear hymens so pontificated by faithful readers and exonerated by those who proclaim: "On-target Nerdengeneracy in book format cannot, will not become erect in these flooded years of the preponderant sex GDP". Remonstration an option lost, suicides spread like new butter on warm toast so that glasses shattered and $350 mathmatical devices' batteries ripped and inserted into better assisting mechanism (rocks, trees, iron ore and novels). Only in backtracking are you viewing a path. Check one, and two after. Never three, because trying is worse than not and winning.

Lessons:

  • A giantess falls for you if you trip her with econospeak, or far too many logs or cunning traps.
  • Indians are the only insular, territorial aliens who will kill us if we offer peace.
  • Retaliation sees this, and a train too slow to catch this agile specimen is a vehicle powered by repugnant, unoriginal assholes and operated by Cheryl Steeb.
  • Never satisfied with results on the count of 1) Specifying a file not cataloged in our database, 2) Missspelling of the search term, 3) Using a too complex of a search term.
  • Yes, I did that on purpose.
  • All three are this and everything here.
  • The shirts are finally ready and will be sold for $16 each, except $18 for the XXLs.
  • Fat hate keeps the populace fascinated.
  • I am your owner.

DO NOT GIVE ME ONE WORD ANSWERS.

What if one word is the answer?

Julia will never learn.

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Pat is out, Evan is in. For the time being.

New tracks up soon. Photographs, too.

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Gauge is a masterpiece. A+. I will upload it soon.

Friday, December 09, 2005

Like Hell.

[Music: Comet Gain]


Scouting about for the Gauge shoot the other evening, took these:



Backyard, left side from rear door. Heh...rear.



I usually don't see that many planes...



Not against a sunset like that, anyways.

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Sunday's ATHF is the most brilliant thing I've seen in months. Flawless, in every way imaginable. If you haven't see it, well, it would have re-aired tonight. I really don't care if you dislike Aqua Teen. You simply must see this.

"Dirt Foot".

Know it, cherish it, and quote it until it dies.

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Walk the Line review:

http://www.stylusmagazine.com/feature.php?ID=2023