i like this world. i like the weird parts of the world. i like exploring the weirdness in the mundane. it's out there, and i find it, and i share it with you, because you deserve it.
Tuesday, October 26, 2010
Thursday, October 21, 2010
Wednesday, October 20, 2010
Tuesday, October 19, 2010
Monday Night Raw-On Getting Shot Blindfolded And Taking It Like A Man
I just got home a bit ago, i did. I made a dinner for myself from scratch, and I watched wrestling and I knitted. I went over to a friends house and missed the end of wrestling. I also blindfolded myself and let her shoot me with her air pellet gun-little rubber bullets-and it kind of hurt, but not too bad. I have a little welt. I don't think that's really a sick thing to do, but it kind of reads like it I guess, it wasn't a bad thing I don't think.
I came home, and I walked by the dove cage in the entry way. The doves used to sing together, these two don't sing together. There was another dove, before, but someone walked into our yard and took the other dove. The replacement dove and the old dove don't sing like the old doves did. I believe the one that was left behind was called Jo-Jo after a name mentioned in a Beatles song, that's the girl dove, the one that's still there in the cage with the other dove, who doesn't sing with her, and I don't believe this dove even has a name.
The other day I was walking one of the dogs that lives here at the house, and I came across a dead bird outside the Rock River Times. I put it in my pocket and continued walking the dog. On the way home I buried the bird in between two tress outside of a church. I wrote a few bars to a song, the song goes like this so far:
I buried this bird,
I hope there's a bird tree,
I was hoping that girl,
would be the one to bury me,
when there was life in that bird,
oh lord how it'd sing,
as long as there's still life in that girl,
well that's all that I need.
The melody I sing it to is sort of based off a Roy Acuff song called "The Precious Jewel"
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S_lT2EE543Q
It's sort of a sad little tune.
I'm sort of sad right now, but it's a good sad, and it's a sad I have chosen instead of one being forced on me.
I miss peopel sometimes, and I remember them, and it makes me sad, but it's good to remember peopel sometimes.
Okay. I'm done being sad now.
Good night. Sweet dreams.
I came home, and I walked by the dove cage in the entry way. The doves used to sing together, these two don't sing together. There was another dove, before, but someone walked into our yard and took the other dove. The replacement dove and the old dove don't sing like the old doves did. I believe the one that was left behind was called Jo-Jo after a name mentioned in a Beatles song, that's the girl dove, the one that's still there in the cage with the other dove, who doesn't sing with her, and I don't believe this dove even has a name.
The other day I was walking one of the dogs that lives here at the house, and I came across a dead bird outside the Rock River Times. I put it in my pocket and continued walking the dog. On the way home I buried the bird in between two tress outside of a church. I wrote a few bars to a song, the song goes like this so far:
I buried this bird,
I hope there's a bird tree,
I was hoping that girl,
would be the one to bury me,
when there was life in that bird,
oh lord how it'd sing,
as long as there's still life in that girl,
well that's all that I need.
The melody I sing it to is sort of based off a Roy Acuff song called "The Precious Jewel"
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S_lT2EE543Q
It's sort of a sad little tune.
I'm sort of sad right now, but it's a good sad, and it's a sad I have chosen instead of one being forced on me.
I miss peopel sometimes, and I remember them, and it makes me sad, but it's good to remember peopel sometimes.
Okay. I'm done being sad now.
Good night. Sweet dreams.
Sunday, October 17, 2010
Sunday Sunday Someday
I am currently knitting a scarf. It is purple and white so far. I think there will be blue involved as well.
I had a nice night yesterday night. I drank, I did, but I behaved myself, didn't get too drunk, you know? I danced, I danced with women, and I danced alone. I think I watched the movie the Jerk. I slept alone. I woke-up and I diddled around, then I started knitting.
I am now the proud owner of a stuffed iguana.
I am going to go take a shower now, and then I am going to make chili. I usually use the fake meat, but Noble's doesn't sell the fake meat, so I am going to use real beef. I hope it goes well.
Go team Sunday go....
I had a nice night yesterday night. I drank, I did, but I behaved myself, didn't get too drunk, you know? I danced, I danced with women, and I danced alone. I think I watched the movie the Jerk. I slept alone. I woke-up and I diddled around, then I started knitting.
I am now the proud owner of a stuffed iguana.
I am going to go take a shower now, and then I am going to make chili. I usually use the fake meat, but Noble's doesn't sell the fake meat, so I am going to use real beef. I hope it goes well.
Go team Sunday go....
Saturday, October 16, 2010
Waking Up To Something
Yes, yes we drank last night, and we wrote out things to peopel that we maybe should not have, we reached out and we touched someone who maybe did not want to be touched.
We have a hard time leaving well enough alone, oh well.
We don't feel so bad, we got to wake-up, we are drinking coffee, and we are warm and only slightly nauseous, good deal. There are no mysterious cuts or bruises on our body, fantastic.
We want something better to burn...what does that mean, it pops into my head a lot...it must mean something.
Going to go for a walk for real. Get some food in our body, get some good air in our lungs, there will probably be some whistling involved.
We have a hard time leaving well enough alone, oh well.
We don't feel so bad, we got to wake-up, we are drinking coffee, and we are warm and only slightly nauseous, good deal. There are no mysterious cuts or bruises on our body, fantastic.
We want something better to burn...what does that mean, it pops into my head a lot...it must mean something.
Going to go for a walk for real. Get some food in our body, get some good air in our lungs, there will probably be some whistling involved.
Friday, October 15, 2010
After My Walk
Actually, there was no walk. I went with Rick Zillhart to Medicine Man Studios and helped him move equipment for a band he is in called Fluid Oz. We moved speakers and keyboards and keyboard stands. I am not healthy apparently, it wore me the hell out. I left and I went to eat crummy fast food. I went with Burger King, I don't know why, but I did. It's not good, and it's not good for you. I am listening to the song "Eaten By the Monster of Love" by the band Sparks right now. I came across the band and this song thanks to my friend Jon Leaf. He found a Sparks cassette tape on a seat in an airplane. That's how the world works, you come across things in the oddest ways, and that's good. Science is good, but it can't explain everything away, and I hope it never does, I think that would just take the fun out of everything. I believe in ghosts and paranormal activity because I want to, because I like the mystery, and I like to be a little scared of the world around me, it keeps me on my toes.
I would really like some sort of adventure in my life, this evening in particular. I can't stomach the idea of sitting around in a bar waiting for something to happen, I want to be out there this evening making things happen. I want to be a fucking catalyst. I think that's what I meant to say.
I need a good old fashioned kick in the ass, and I need some motivation and ambition. I would like a marijuana cigarette, and a beautiful woman who's up for anything. I would like big thunder clouds to roll in, and just rain, and rain, and rain. I want a big fire and a good whittling knife. I want you to want me.
I would really like some sort of adventure in my life, this evening in particular. I can't stomach the idea of sitting around in a bar waiting for something to happen, I want to be out there this evening making things happen. I want to be a fucking catalyst. I think that's what I meant to say.
I need a good old fashioned kick in the ass, and I need some motivation and ambition. I would like a marijuana cigarette, and a beautiful woman who's up for anything. I would like big thunder clouds to roll in, and just rain, and rain, and rain. I want a big fire and a good whittling knife. I want you to want me.
Welcome Home Daddy
The dog is barking, yes it is. I am hungry and I want to be entertained. I used to blog often. yes I did. I am going to go for a walk. I am wearing a purple sweater that I stole. I think it looks great on me. You should see me in it. I think you would be proud. I miss my dad today for some reason. That's sort of odd and rare. I suppose that's good. This is not a great first entry, but it works I suppose. Yesterday I stayed up way too late drinking raspberry gin and watching Mary Poppins. What a woman...Mary Poppins.
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