Darren

Anyways

Tue, 08 Jun 2004 00:31:03 GMT

Jazzin on down with my BGs at the slog, man, onclock but consumerslumber let us unwind a good bit. So anyways, this slog is rife with ES, hell, this whole town is Eastsida, not really, but in essence, in spirit... But dang, there she sits like the fuckin' zenter of the universe man, and I'm like this wayward planet and I reckon I gotta faith gravity, lest I tumble further and further away, but shit, what does the nexus of brilliance want with a pocky dead asteroid? Precious ore? Heh, good luck. Aww hell, man, to get nuzzled in a starry furry arm of the spiral galactic honey, sticky with light, sweet with warmth, fecund cradle of civilization. Intergalactic babylon.

Or like a sculptor, man, like fuckin hammer and chisel and die grinder and some of dat heavy artillery, shit man. That'd what it'd take, so I'm hopin in that she's packin' comparable heat.

But dang, never thought I'd end up here and now, not sure if prescience would have been appreciated, like using Xray specs to tag an empty room. Like a waste. Wasteland. yo, thinking up these brilliant little machines and before their time, like timelapse, they all sitting out there in the sun, husks, dry empty, ozymandii. Sometimes I don't feel up to the salvage op. sometimes I figure I've littered enough. Let the cactus grow back. Let the tortoise roam. Or some shit.

Yo, I gotta do this new landing right. Yo, she's fresh, shityeah. Gears rust, hell, still peeling the plastic off them, but not the latex, ifyouknowhatamean. Chill, yo.

Hey Ryan and Thomas, you friends you

Sat, 14 Jun 2003 05:48:08 GMT

I mean, who else should get it? The masses? Pfeh! Andrew or Nas? Hwah! Hell, I'm not even writing this for myself. It's all for you guys!

Ryan! (buh buh buh)
When I look into you eyes
Smaller versions on me appear

With what intent, I do not know
But would it be sweet if they busted ooooooouuuuuuut! (trumpet blast!)
But never fear

For God hates me (doo doo dooo duhdoo doooo)
and relishes the joy of denying
the powers that wooooouuuuld elate me! (bah buh boaaaah!)
(trumpet blast!)

I need to think of a fathers day song, and then I'll hit you up T. Tboz Toboken Tamarind Thomapotamus Tippytoestantrasaur

Anyways, Pochensky or whatever the fuck his name is and me were riding down southways, and I see this Eastsider bitch who hath stolen my heart. I mean, damn, it's totally proof of my God-hate that hE made this fine(foin), sensitive, tea-connoiseuring, pianist, who remembers and likes that messed up "Lost City" cartoon Eastside scum. Fuck that. Man, how can I deal? Pochensky is a bigass dicknut with all of his useless followyourheart bullshit. Thanks, sensei, maybe if I meditate hard enough your nuts will catch afire! HAhahaha! That'd be sweet, medical ramifications aside. So anyways, I pull the Oze over curbside where this Eastsider girl, henceforth Angelslut (to show my torn spirit), is standing, looking at one of those annoying Shaz Lounge flyers staped to the telephone pole. Now I'm thinking up a sweat, trying to decide if I should throw something at her with a heart drawn on it, or run up and kiss her, or push her down and runnaway, totally representing my crew in spite of romantic interests, or just try and talk to her. I figure on a little icebreaker about how I ALSO like tea and recently receive some imported Jap-green when BOOM -She looks over and just kinda stares, I'm guessing she knew I was HC and thus enemy territory, but I swear there was this lovetwinkle dancing around in those delicate, beautiful lucid pools of Eastsider dogsqueeze. So at first I'm all stuttery and she just stares and then I go blank, can't think of what to say. And then SHE WALKS RIGHT UP TO THE WINDOW! and She's at the door, looking down and I just freak and punch her in the elbow, not hard cuz of the awkward angle, and mumble some "Eastiders are stupid" fiveyearold shit and Fucking PEEL thecrap OUT! Man, my face is all beetass red and Pochensky is giggling like a fuckdick saying "aww man you did fine" and I'm all shuttup, dickwillow. I didn't even jack off that night I felt so weird.

goose cannon

Fri, 06 Jun 2003 05:18:46 GMT

one day I'm just going to sell that thing. not before those Chattahoochie geese take it bent over! I'll roll it down, secure it in the soft sand and before the honkies knowit, sourdough gonna be pelting them with all the speed crude mechanical science can muster! Gonna be feathers a flying! Stupid fucking geese! STUPID FUCKING GEESE!

So I made this thing of a car with potato wheels on landing. Sweet?

It's three man!

Fri, 09 May 2003 07:13:41 GMT

Having the same name as your friend gets ass-crazy sometimes. I'm all freaking out and people thinking people are talking to me! But Other-d isn't around! AT all! Maybe I'm really out of it or something.

Anyways, I'm reading this book, *Takari* by some Japanese dude, that rejects all the feelgoodin' and you-can-do-it shit. It's so awesome to read a philosophy that doesn't make you have to totally change your life. Now, I got no idea what gonna get changed by this. But in this hellish world in which that we are all lonely and alone, it's sweet to read something that says you're okay in being lonely and alone.

Tonight I go to normal sleeping! Crunch is over, finally.

Holy crap! I saw a member of Bongalingus today! I don't like their music but they put on a show like no other! But I totally pretended to like his music and got him to sign this paper, but it was the back of a history final I had to turn in, so I go into this cyber-cafe, and keep in mind I'm dressed in my painting sweater and pirate-pants, looking like some walking pollack-monster, and I haven't showered in like 4 days, so I reek and I'm sitting next to all these clean tech savvies and you totally see the culture rift. I wish I could have been a blacknwhite photographer behind me just then. Coulda gotten published in LIFE, or Mung, or Cape-Review.

So anyways, I rip off the last page, w/ sig, and type up this facsimile of what was on the sigged page, because I have like 5 minutes to turn this crap in, so I end up cutting and pasting half of it cuz I just freak out, just crazy-ass looking through the net for something similar to my subject (effect of sanctions on Cuba during CMC) and this porno page comes up, and I'm like "no way!" and click over to another page, but after I'm done and printed, I see all this random porno text hilit on the screen and I don't really think much of it, because I have like 1 minute till doomsday. But now I'm totally freaknut about it! It's cool though, I'll never have to see that TA again.

I am sooo clever!

Thu, 08 May 2003 20:15:27 GMT

So this Eastsider is "anonymously" thinking he's giving me the one up. Leave it to ES to ad hominem. Any words you say ain't gonna save any of you ES punkasses, no matter what footwear you sport! Check the previous message for a personalized response :)

Anyways, coupla hours ago me 'n JJay-J drove by the Brusters' where a few ES stains were, and they come up all tough and crap, like roosters with those punkass bandannas and crowing to all hell! So I'm all "F you guys!" and I throw my coffee on the leader. I think so, anyways, a buncha greenies just got the recruit, I don't know them. So then they're all sooo suprised, and J and I just burn that shit outta there! It was sweet! 138 was playing and everything! Perfectionopolis, dudes!

Anyways, all that was a celebratory romp to celebrate the summer time funshine that's about to go down! The goosecannon's almost ready and we're about to take it to the streets, so to speak. One we figured out that the gear ratio was just a little under, we were on top of that in no time.

Totally nailed some wicked axeotomy earlier, celebrating the celebratory romp on JJJJz new kit. Loud as shit, and bassdrum sounds like a Tonga, and the tom sounds like a Latin pop thing. Multiculture is the new wave, man.

Thinking about painting my drivemobile, all crazy, like Tricky-truck on the Maxinquaye album kinda style... not even kinda EXACTLY! But the pigs would totally tag my ass so much more when they see the flagrance with which I drive.

oh man toatlee insane!

Thu, 08 May 2003 08:51:47 GMT

This is gonna be a tree, the trunk and branch, right? Now watch leaves grow upon! Nature video in the web sense. That's what it is, thats beauty.

Oh man, I'm so using this to avoid doing shit I really need to do now. thank ass it's staying crazy-rad. It'd suck to just post to random nobodies and get jacknut back! Receptive fans, bad publicity, I'm like a rapmaestro!

Yo! This one's for U, Anonymo'

Rappin' on tha street
biohizzeet
is radiation burn
on mah feet
walkin coals,
pain to learn

BAAAASSSSS-------etc.

Ya'll get the pt, righto? Anyways, keep it up No #1!

Anyways, I ate pancakes with soy milk a little while ago! blleahh! Don't doo that! It's sooooo fucked up. Not really that f'ed but enough to warrant a ceasefire on soycake.

yo first journal! awesome!

Thu, 08 May 2003 05:54:04 GMT

So Ryan's all "dude start a livejournal" and I'm all "why? I don't do anything" . Man what's up with that? Then T starts up with that, and he's so articulate, I can't help myself?

So, today I didn't sleep because I had to make a sculpture and take a test. Man, school is lame! I'm not a number, man! You can't label me with your numbers, man! I'm not a label! You can't number me with your labels, man! Dude.

Almost kind of learning "fine" on guitar and bass. When I do, all the chicks will want some of this.

so yesterday I rearranged my room! It's wacky! I have these multicolored christmas lights! WTF? It's not even winter! I'm so crazy sometimes I want to KILL MYSELF!

Anyways, today Marlow and the Eastside boys started ruckus with JJay-Jay. WTF? Those guys front more than anyone I know. So me and some fellows are going to go down there and see what's stuffed in their codpii, probably some loser pills! Seriously.

Oh man, today, anyways, a couple days ago I saw this hot girl, like hot on the inside, and man, my heart burned! It was like my heart was BURNING WITH FIRE! GOD! I wanted to KILL MYSELF! Not really. I went into my b-room and combed my hair and put on a clean shirt and imagined what I would do if the bus suddenly lurched and she embarrassingly fell into my lap. I couldn't think of anything, too, so that totally sucked. But thankfully it didn't happen, but I'll never see her again.

dude! Ro-go left his sandwich in the fridge today and I know he's not gonna eat it! WTF? Totally lame! food needs to be eaten, and I don't care if you don't think that you don't need to eat it now, darnin' eat the thing, because I KNOW if you don't you never will you pussy! And lay off the Nutella! I want some too! Some days I come home and the only thing thats makes me want to less KILL MYSELF is toasty nutella bread. No more.