| i could've gotten us reservations at dorcia |
[08 Oct 2009|09:33pm] |
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winter is practically here and i'm not ready. i can't believe how long i've been going like this.
everything that i want to change stays the same, and everything i want to stay changes. which isn't really true. for example, i think i'm going out with bridget tonight. there's a consistency i wouldn't ask to change. this is kind of funny. i can say whatever i want because nobody reads live journal anymore. That place is deeead anyways.
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Spring is officially here. Which means that summer is just around the corner. Turn thee, Old Man Winter, and look upon your death. YESSSSSSSSS.
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[15 Oct 2008|07:08pm] |
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medeski, martin, and wood |
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WTF. I just called time and temp, and they said the number had been disconnected. My life will never be the same.
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| We love to go to RKO |
[12 May 2008|11:32pm] |
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Smash Bros and the Cavs game |
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The cinematic outlook of this summer is a promising one... Batman, Sex and the City, X-files, Iron Man, Speed Racer, Indiana Jones, Narnia, The Happening (don't know much about it, but John Leguizamo/Mark Wahlberg, could be good), new Pixar, some Steve Carrell shit, a couple of promising comedies, and maybe this Hulk movie, (who knows? Norton doesn't seem too proud of it).... And that's not even including all the great indie shit that will be coming out, of which there is aplenty.
One of the movies that excites me the most (and that's no frivolous statement, considering my obsession with half of the things on that list) is a movie called Mr. Lonely. First of all, love the title. It's a great song and a great cover. And, it's a Harmony Korine movie starring the lovely and talented Samantha Morton as a Marilyn Monroe impersonator. (Love Morton, love Monroe.) What's more, it also stars that cute guy from Y Tu Mama Tambien, and oddly enough, Warner Herzog. I didn't even know that guy was an actor. And the plot sounds like it could really go places, and be quite interesting.
So, if anyone's looking for an evening at the theater, you know where to reach me.
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[04 Apr 2008|04:56am] |
As I stand by your flame
I get burned once again
Feelin' low down, I'm blue
As I sit by the fire
Of your warm desire
I've got the blues for you, yeah
Every night you've been away
I've sat down and I have prayed
That you're safe in the arms of a guy
Who will bring you alive
Won't drag you down with abuse
In the silk sheet of time
I will find peace of mind
Love is a bed full of blues
And I've got the blues for you
And I've got the blues for you
And I'll bust my brains out for you
And I'll tear my hair out
I'm gonna tear my hair out just for you
If you don't believe what I'm singing
At three o'clock in the morning, babe, well
I'm singing my song for you
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| Kranagami |
[24 Mar 2008|02:58pm] |
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I know you're supposed to post these in bulletins, but I think it's annoying when people post these as bulletins. That is definitely not what bulletins are for.
( Read more... )
Yesterday was one of my better Easters, even though mi madre was out of town. My little brothers were being outrageous. We were doing the whole "would you rather" thing, and they kept coming up with the most hilariously violent and vulgar questions, a third of which involved the option of simply dying. Also, apparently when my step-mom is really angry and she'll be yelling at them, they call her "doll face". (They are only 8 years old.) After everyone left, Jill, Mick, Dad, Kenzie and I stayed up talking. Then Kenzie went to bed, and we pretty much had like a slumber party in my parents room until like 1 am. Plenty of Pinot, of course. That's pretty much all I have to report. I ate way too much chocolate, so my stomach hurts now, and I don't think the fried cheese I'm about to eat is going to help any, but they're so delicious. Ravari tonight. I hope I can find my ID, cause I don't want to have to share an ID with Carley........... I'm going to eat and watch Oz. Ladle.
Oh, but before I go... In today's news...Man sets fire to his apartment, answers the door with crack pipe still in hand, fights with and spits on the arresting officers, and sends them back into the burning apartment to rescue someone that wasn't even there. Sick Sad World...
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| rocket man |
[04 Jan 2008|02:20pm] |
I was reading Discover Magazine, and I came across an article about a German paratrooper named Yves Rossy... In short, they've invented the jet pack. Fiiiiiiiinally. Took them long enough. Here's a picture (not doctored):
She packed my bags last night pre-flight
Zero hour nine a.m.
And i'm gonna be high as a kite by then
I miss the earth so much i miss my wife
It's lonely out in space
On such a timeless flight
And i think it's gonna be a long long time
Till touch down brings me round again to find
I'm not the man they think i am at home
Oh no no no i'm a rocket man
Rocket man burning out his fuse up here alone
Mars ain't the kind of place to raise your kids
In fact it's cold as hell
And there's no one there to raise them if you did
And all this science i don't understand
It's just my job five days a week
A rocket man, a rocket man
And i think it's gonna be a long long time...
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| all of my friends are dead rock stars. |
[19 Dec 2007|07:05pm] |
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old man winter's in the air |
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Elliott Smith - thirteen |
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you walk down alameda shuffling your deck
of trick cards over everyone
like some precious only son
face down, bow to the champion
you walk down alameda looking at the
cracks in the sidewalk
thinking about your friends
how you maintain all them in a constant state of suspense
for your own protection over their affection
nobody broke your heart
you broke your own because you can't finish what you start
walk down alameda brushing off the nightmare you wish
could plague me when i'm awake
and now you see your first mistake was thinking that you could relate
for one or two minutes she liked you
but the fix is in
you're all pretension
i never pay attention
nobody broke your heart
you broke your own because you can't finish what you start
nobody broke your heart
you broke your own because you can't finish what you start
nobody broke your heart
you broke your own because you can't finish what you start
nobody broke your heart
if you're alone it must be you that wants to be apart
(end quote)
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| something awful... Very awful. |
[26 Nov 2007|10:33pm] |
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Notorious BIG |
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Something awful changed it so that you have to have an account to look at the general bullshit forums. Blasphemy! I guess I'm going to have give in and dole out that 10 dollars or whatever it is for a subscription. Talk about bull shit.
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[13 Nov 2007|07:36pm] |
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Music is god.
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| I sound like a fat girl. |
[20 Aug 2007|09:46pm] |
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all i hear is crunching, and south park in the distance |
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I am currently in the process of eating a dinner that consists of fried mushrooms, potato chips, nilla wafers, and key lime cheese cake. No, I am not stoned. This is just what happens when you take a nap and awaken to such a desperate hunger that you don't have time to prepare, you can only eat, eat, eat. I can be such a glutton. (But I can also have the shittiest appetite of them all.) I had the best lunch ever today though. I gotta go right now. My cheese cake awaits me.
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| It's the storm of the century! |
[16 Aug 2007|05:45am] |
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Woody Guthrie - take a whiff on me |
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Work was so much fun tonight. I worked with this guy Chuck who has a great sense of humor and was making me laugh every two seconds with all his crazy antics.. For example..
Chuck: Did you hear about those people who got stuck on top of the Top Thrill Dragster at Ceday Point?
Lauren: Really?
Chuck: Yeah, they were up there for hours.
Lauren: Fuck that shit, I'd bail out.
Chuck: Really?
Lauren (with heavy sarcasm): Yes, Chuck. I would bail out.
Chuck: Dude, don't joke around about that. My dad was killed by a guy who bailed out.
I know it's not as funny typed, but it was shit like that all night.
There was a fucking amazing storm tonight too. It's the storm of the century! A transformer blew up, and the power was flickering, and went out. I stayed around after clocking out. We sat around watching the storm kicking back drinks and passing the bowl around. Then I came back here and watched the storm from the garage until it ended.
I also became friends with the dough boy, Larry. He's legally blind, can't see shit. Hearing like a dog, though. He, too, had to wear a patch when he was little. I've never met anyone else who had to do that. The scary thing is, he pretty much has the same problem with his eyes as I do, it just progressively got worse. He'll be totally blind eventually. We have plans to watch this 4 hour documentary on Russian tsars. I'm excited.
At the end of the night (morning?) I hung out with Charlie and his friend, who I frequently serve lasagna, but have never really spoken to. We got plans to meet up though. She, too, is a recovering heroin addict. I think she said she has like a year or two clean. She's taking off for Kentucky tomorrow because she's been slipping lately. I don't know to what extent she means that, I didn't ask. But we talked about kicking dope for a good while. It's nice to talk to someone who has been there. It's weird with dope. You can meet a perfect stranger, and it's like you already know their life story, you know better than their mother and best friend how it feels to be them. Strange stuff....
And, one more note on people I've been seeing... Ran into Matt Snyder at Solack's party. Haven't seen that kid in fucking ages, but we chilled all this weekend, and we're basically back to when we were just a couple of crazy kids who were really weird. Only now we're crazy adults who are even weirder.... It was a really good weekend, anyways. Except the meteor shower night. I had too much Jack. I always get upset over dumb shit when I drink Jack. C'est la vie. I should go to bed, it's 6 in the morning, and this post wasn't even that interesting.
Love and Kisses,
LKK
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| Hell, it's good enough for my grandpa, it's good enough for me. |
[11 Aug 2007|03:35am] |
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I'm tired. I can't sleep. Inecessant thoughts born from a long dead era. (What an era it was though.) And to try to slow those thoughts into oblivion, thoughts from an era much longer dead. Logically settling on a future era not yet begun, when he dies and I'm draped over his coffin crying while his parents glare at me, (even though I tried to stop him, I kicked the shit, and I've always liked them very much.) This is of course, if us scum were even let in the door to mourn. I got up to smoke, and my head returned to the first thoughts anyways. I might as well be drunk dialing when I think like that.
I seriously considered doing what Mike did and hopping a plane to California, and worrying about the rest when I got there. (John from Cinncinnatti is a good influence on me.) I'd do it to, if it weren't for the whole Mexico thing. And that other thing that stops me from going too far with any of my plans. Let sleeping dogs lie? Live and let die? I don't know the appropriate phrase I'm looking for.
The longer I live like this, the more I can feel it. Dig. A Junkie without dope. A lover barred from love. A loner in love and never alone. Strung out forever. Etc. It all begins to blur together and not much else matters. Except music. Very important, music.
You just wouldn't believe the week I've had.
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| I loved her better than I did myself, now it's breakin my heart..... |
[10 Aug 2007|02:10am] |
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Blind Willie Mctell - Blues Around Midnight |
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I owe a Mexican doctor: 1 death.
Asshole.
Que ev. The worst is over.
I got the blues after midnight, when sad songs are played. But then the koolaid jams kick on in, and you know it's on. MROW!
Cryptic, the official form of lj blogging. I'm going to go watch a documentary about my past self...
With Vague Salutations,
LKK (I'm back motha fuckas, ha ha ha ha ha ha)
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| Good words. I needed a place to save them, but I'm not on my computer... |
[26 Jul 2007|07:09pm] |
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My name is Mr. Touchshriek, of Touchshriek with mail over and fantasy. My shop sells egg shells off the shesores and empty females. I'm thinking of leasing the room above my shop to a Mr. Walloff Domburg, a reject from the world wide intellect. He's a broken man. I'm also a broken man. It would be nice to have company. We could have great conversations, looking through windows for demons and watching the young advance in all electric. Some of the houses around here still have inhabitants in them. I'm not sure if they're from this country or not. I don't get to speak much to anyone or that sort of thing. If I had another broken man, oh, I dream of something like that.
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[15 Jul 2007|12:47am] |
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Muse |
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I should have followed you the day you would have let me. I overestimated my home. I'm sorry. You're not.
This isn't good or bad. It's just the way of things. Nothing stays the same.
Nothing endures but change.
[ Error: Irreparable invalid markup ('<durandal.652.586.34.2>') in entry. Owner must fix manually. Raw contents below.] I should have followed you the day you would have let me. I overestimated my home. I'm sorry. You're not.
This isn't good or bad. It's just the way of things. Nothing stays the same.
Nothing endures but change.
<durandal.652.586.34.2>
Here I am, sulking about on a ship which used to be my slave.
Chased by a narrow-minded AI who thinks I'm rampant with only
the cybernetic toys of these so-called invaders to play with.
And here you are, stuck at the bottom of a hole. How droll.
It's really too bad- we could have had so much fun together.
Vale,
Durandal
<<Since you have nothing better to do than hang out here with
me, listen to a tune that I've been working on>>
(Sung to the tune of Whirling Death Spike's "Big Blue Orchids,
and Wild Blueberries")
Dur-dur-dur-dur-an-dal.
Dur-dur-dur-dur-an-dal.
He ain't no slouch, pal.
He'll make you smile,
Or cry,
Like Leela did baby:
Airlock love,
Big blue orchids,
Martian skies,
And wild Blueberries.
Dur-dur-dur-dur-an-dal.
Dur-dur-dur-dur-an-dal.
He ain't no slouch, pal.
Dur-dur-dur-dur-an-dal.
Dur-dur-dur-dur-an-dal.
He'll make you ouch, Hal.
He's got real guile,
Why Lady,
Did you have it daily?
Airlock Love,
No oxygen,
Suffocation.
Dur-dur-dur-dur-an-dal.
Dur-dur-dur-dur-an-dal.
He ain't no slouch, pal.
(Repeat Chorus 11 Times, changing key with each chorus)
Get lost, before I get annoyed and teleport you out into
space!
Durandal
***END MESSAGE***
***JUMP PAD ACTIVATION INITIATION START***
***TRANSPORT WHEN READY***
p.s. Appetitus Rationi Pareat |
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[31 May 2007|12:27pm] |
I'm waiting for Damien to finish making breakfast (crepes--my favorite,) so rather than continue reading, I thought I'd share a few exerpts from this book. I'm not very far into it, only 19 pages, but it's pretty good. The authors (Ian Buruma and Avishai Margalit) seem to be pretty smart.
( Occidentalism: The West in the Eyes of its Enemies )
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[24 May 2007|06:09pm] |
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Been reading a lot of good shit lately. Namely:
Joseph Heller - Portrait of an Artist as an Old Man
This book of postcards. This guy had a bunch of people make postcards with their deepest secrets on them. It's a really cool book. I suggest it to anyone.
This book by the mental_floss people.
Elliott Smith's biography. The Big Nothing.
Mark Twain.
A very informative book about poisons.
A book of poetry written by the male youths of this horrendously ghetto area right outside Chicago.
A book about why everyone (particularly people in the middle east) hate America.
A book about modern American politics.
I think that's about it. I also started a new anime series.... I have 30 minutes left on this session, so I did one of those things that everyone thinks is lame, but everyone does anyways and usually deletes.
( Read more... )
In 2.5 hours I'm going to go see either Georgia Rules or Fracture with Damien. They are the only movies left at Movie Tavern that I haven't seen. Speaking of which, they've been giving me a sweet schedule. I have Wednesday and Thursday off and work every other day. I have anywhere between 6 and 12 hour days, but it's usually somewhere in the middle of that. I seem to become comrades with someone new everyday there, especially on slower days. Speaking of which (again) maybe Scott will come along tonight. I'm ordering two deserts. Plus food. Delicious. Call if you want to come. I can get you in for free.
I really like the user picture that I'm currently using, but I never use it because I think it falsely insinuates that I'm really sad. It's from a Man Ray photograph. I don't know. Ramblin' woman.
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