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I�m so high that i actually listened to an entire - an entire, mind you - Gaymouth song on the radio on the way back from Burger King on a high-i�m-hungry drug induced food run. Now i�m listening to Who�s Next & later Tommy! Dooo dooo dooo dut doo doo. Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh! Meet the new boss, same as the old boss & out. Did they do a better song? Probably not, but they still can�t be stopped. Eh! Eagerly awaiting arrival of new chili dogs on flaming sticks. But the sticks can�t really be aflame with a chili dog on it, & how to keep the chili on? I�ve got... nudity. Tommy rocks from the Giganticos del Pop. Burm burm burm burm burm be burm baaaaaa. Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah. But broken up, twice i think. What is it with the burger run anyway. But before i get into that, cos i already did it right here (in this instance i would point, but it�s on a screen & nobody is here to see it anyway, but i�d like a small finger, or just a hand pointing at where i did the thing i�m about to stop & go talk about). Your writing the words quote-unquote (he said he was "sober") "with the". Captain Walker didn�t come home, his unborn child would never know him. Anyway, you�ve already typed the "th" in "the" at the end of "with". So then you just type an "e", with nothing - all by it�s lonesome, like Tommy cos Captain Walker, believe him missing with a couple of men, don�t expect to see him again... and, well, apparently (it�s the millennium - HIT IT!) it�s a son, a son. Off on another tangent after putting TABs in, again wish i had a pointer. But where do they get all of the sounds to come out of? Where & how the hell why does Pete come up with all the sounds in his head. Got a feeling �21 is gonna be a good year? But the backing vocals. Wow! It�s like The Beatles� Paperback Writer - god what a tremendous song vocally. Near perfection in sonic vocallness. How does he make that sound? So, anyway, you end up typing this: "with e" when you actually want this: "with the". I actually almost put two t�s in there, but goddamn these things: "" are giving me a headache (pronounced ehch). So the burger run. In some countries they call it going out to the store to pick up the new Nerfherder 5-song EP relatively titled the "SONG NAME HERE" EP (that off course being the name of a song and none of these things: "" which i had forgotten made me sick earlier in a far away paragraph of chocolaty goodness sakes). But in this country they call it a burger run. But the thing is, you don�t run. In fact, i�m not even sure you could, being inebriated & all. So ect., ect. Just live life. Never take the caps off, just keep going. You�re in Wrigley Field, in the left-field bleachers, & a Cardinal has just hit a home run & you caught the ball. Throw the goddamn thing back! BE that guy, live like that. You are so goddamn excited that you�ve caught a ball. You�ve been going to the park since you could walk... & even before, & you�ve always wanted to catch a ball. You played little league & every time you made a catch in the field, even if it was just warming up, before the game, on the sidelines with Skip, or whoever your best friend on the team was - cos you know you always had that one guy that you really related to, or at least you think so cos your only goddamn 12 & you don�t really have any issues, so then later when you grow up and have big daddy kinda problems & you see Skip again & he�s a bum on the street with the brown paper bag, well, you don�t really like him anymore, cos you feel like he really stole something from you, yea, so many years ago, an innocence that you can never get back - every time you caught that little league ball, you always were dreaming that you were at the park, that home run ball & you�re catching, & you�re from Altoona & they bring the fake contract down to sign you to the team, but you don�t know it�s fake & you goddamn sign it anyway. Goddamnit, it you ever take anything from me (first of all, don�t take my goddamn slippers), take this: throw that damn ball back! You know you�ll be better off, & so will your sister. Have you ever seen the faces of the children they get so excited! Tommy can you hear me? God i love bass, especially when the Ox is playing it, or even Jeffrey Hammond-Hammond, but it�s really just the one Hammond, ya know, cos Ian suggested it, & it was cool then, back in the early 70's, perilous times. God these backing vocals are making me scared. You should have seen me dancing to the violin in Baba O�Riley. In Greg�s room, too bad for him, huh? I like seeing him with no beard or chinner cos it�s funny & i love laughing. What a release. Man, fuck Tetris or SFII, just fucking laugh. What the hell else are you thinking about then? Egg-fucking-zactly. I just fucking took my goddamn shirt off - i�m THAT guy. Being high is fun, yes. But you can�t use it all the time. Isn�t that what we were trying to [save] get away from, that dependence on a mind-altering drug? Fun, but not the answer indeed. But don�t get me wrong, it�s there & we should use it, but not for that reason, reasons unknown, or just known in a parallel time & place. Use of tofu in the future is a distant past i wish not to relive at this point. Now if i were in class, i would�ve taken that sentence out, because it doesn�t make any goddamn sense, now does it? Now i�ve fallen in love with the "?" (see how i use the puke-inducer from before). But this one doesn�t make me want to vomit, cos i want questions for my answers. What would be the answer from the answerman, if i can quote the Dead. That would be Grateful, not Night Of The Living. But they both end the same, but where do they begin, yet to end again. I�m now off on a tangent where i connect the Grateful Dead�s music to the horror flick Night Of The Living Dead. This goes on for a while so i�ll skip it in my brain member. Back to the 70's again, at least the early part. 1970-goddamn-1. Or 1971, the year Aqualung was released. What a great fucking album, not just because it picked apart the church. And why can�t a Catholic girl keep her legs shut to prevent a baby from coming out. A goddamn condom & you�re goddamned. Like that Marvin Gaye song, I�ll Be Doggone, except it�s goddamned! The bass is a full frontal goddamn assault on my nostril lining. It rips, in an upward motion... & it�s shaking shit around. Light the goddamn candle! That was like an "aside". You know, i don�t even have to say it, i�ll just continue. Or discontinue, i need to fucking go! You know what i�m sayn my sans Negro, plus Honky dorry rides into the busfare parking lot, where it costs the same amount to park & ride the bus, but you only have correct change for one or the other. Which do you pick? But you�ve got the extra 20 in your pocket, but which guy are you going to break it on? Probably the one with the big tits. I�m going to write a line with my fingers one position to the right, not the write: Kidy loffomh/ I�m so fucking hard right now. Not literally, or even physically, or even metaphysically. Spiritually & Simon & Garfunkelish. I like to add a little i on the end sometimes. Like, bromoshi. For no reason. Reasonini. Or a nini. Title (pronounces tittle). [save] I�ve got to fucking go. Just remember, throw the goddamn ball back! [save & out] |