Thursday, November 27, 2003 :::
You ain't got a freakin' clue
like all the goody 2 shoe
about the luminosity
of lyrical animosity
Driven by rhythm and angst
hooded jackets and baggy pantz
mimicking white boy money sense
and you get dicks like fifty cents
They ain't living in the hired hole
or busting caps like a CIA mole
cos all they want is the respect o'sex
filling their wallets to the money max
::: posted by whatever at 3:30 AM
Tuesday, November 25, 2003 :::
Paying on winamp now: Radiohead - Paranoid Android (OK Computer)
It takes a really special skill to do completely nothing. I don't mean sleep, or even the simple act of stoning. No, to do completely nothing is to sit there, with all this plans and wannabes fighting for attention space, jostling in your brain pan, dreams and desires materializing out of ether and having your ambition jacked into a 40kW supply; and then do completely nothing about it.
It takes a really special skill to pull that off and still feel all quaint about it after that.
Right?
I'm rambling.
This is therapy, bear with me.
Playing on winamp now: John Coltrane - My one and only love
That right there would be irony in the making.
Youth is wasted on the young, so says the jaded, cynical and bitter.
Maybe they're right.
But they're cynical jaded and bitter because they are all regretful of the things they never did or the things they should have done.
I'm repeating things every other individual should know by now.
Hurrah for personal revelation.
I'm rambling.
This is therapy, bear with me.
Playing on winamp now: R.E.M - Losing my Religion (Acoustic version)
So my player cycles to this song.
At this the risk of devolving into every other bloggy blog about whingers and their immaculate detail of their everyday life, I will begin to detail the day i have had since now.
I woke up.
I read the news.
I played the guitar.
I now write in this blog
By no means the sheer artistry of this guy
but
I'm rambling.
This is therapy, bear with me.
Playing on winamp now: The Pillows - Beautiful Morning (FLCL OST)
Everthing the japanese has subverted from the Americans they infuse with it their own weird sense of aesthetic.
The Pillows is the band that Fountain of Wayne wants to be, that Weezer almost is, and that every other punk rock band by the likes of Good Charlotte will never be.
Too bad i have no clue as to what they're singing about.
Time to go pick up Jap or something.
Or maybe go live there for a while. There's a a wealth of cultural nuances and idiosuncracies that can be explored by us gaijin. Even more than those commercialised sold to mass-market media those Jap drams contain, or even every other Anime. The underpinings of their culture is just. that. deep. Their ideas of colour, art, style, hmmm.
Too bad about that economy.
Playing on winamp now: Enya - Only if (Paint the sky with stars
My grandfather didn't step on that ant, World war II would have been averted. Flying cars would have been invented in 1984, and the cure for cancer in 1993.
Useless mindcharts digressing on regreful topics that maketh not with the senses.
I'm rambling
This is therapy; bear with me
Playing on winamp now: Lifehouse - Simon (No name face
Therapy: Healing power or quality
Ramble: To speak or write at length and with many digressions.
Therapy for what?
Absolutely nothing.
Like i said, it takes a skill to absolutely nothing of value, not even playing computer games reaches this level of self-involvement.
So i'm not doing this for therapy.
I just don't want to study.
I'm rambling; bear with me
::: posted by whatever at 8:57 PM
Monday, November 24, 2003 :::
I think i've fallen in love again;
well relatively speaking of course
If third time's the charm, then yay all around.
of course, I doubt if i'm actually the kind of guy she is looking for
but the feeling is good to have again.
till the next time then.
yay!!!
kiddies in Kandy stores.
::: posted by whatever at 1:23 PM
6 seconds into tomorrow, I would like to believe in the chaotic nature of order.
Or the belief that everything that follows should never be the same.
Oft repeated Cliches:
Change is the only constant.
Too bad cliches are cliches for being undeniably and provably right, all the bloody time. That's why they're cliches. Go figure.
So in all the hard ramblings of delusional grandiose dreamers who in all the practical nature of life can't make a decent peanut butter sandwich, I once again find my in the comprimising situation of wanting something, but too cowardly to get it.
Welcome to intelligence folks, fuck it, its overrated, at least this kind.
No one needs a third person looking over his shoulder doing the second guess syndrome.
No one needs this third person to be resemble your own sense of inadequacy masquerading as your conscience.
least of all the rest of us.
Cheerio then to the gung-ho,
hunking and bunking down with the best of them.
I'll sit here and make snide comments, then go home to wax lyrical about the nature of abstract philosophy, lost within my own repression.
Yay for us all.
::: posted by whatever at 10:32 AM
