Cuz it's about to get real over that (cringe) the left fucking coaster.
Jeffrey done posted. Jeffrey done puked all over the left coaster.
I just know I'm gonna be fighting all day tomorrow, so I'm gettin' in my stance, feel me?
The post is great and I'm always glad when Jeff remembers where the steam release valve in his head is located.
I'm watching season one of Weeds. It's really good. It's, like, brilliant. You know? Okay.
Jeff, I loved it, 'nuff said. Are you gonna read the comments?
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First of all, that post of Coyote's should be mandatory reading for everyone. I just read it because I keep forgetting to check this thing. I swear I'm fooking scatter-brained. Is there a reason I'm not posting here once a day? No. I'm weak and lazy and out of touch and pathetic. Anyway, it's fookin' unbelievable that schools like the one Coyote paints exist. I do not belong in this world. I have nothing in common with anyone in it. But goddamnit I have a voice through my fingers and I should be using it. I suck.
The comments? I looked just now at Paradox' which was funny. I haven't read anything on TLC in forever, maybe what I said has already been said, but I had a really strange dream that I was booted off the site, and that's my only outlet besides this one, and I have to get on my ass and start doing something. I mean, look at Taibbi's language there, "Rather than serving up the 'straight talk' he promises, McCain is enthusiastically jumping aboard with every low-rent, fearmongering, cock-sucking presidential aspirant who's ever traveled the Lee Atwater/William Safire highway."
That shit SINGS!! Can you hear HST riffs? Hell yeah, just like you can hear Keef Richards riffs in a Black Crowes or Aerosmith song, but it's legit. I'm more of a cover band, but when I'm wound up, I can lash out at the morons in my neighborhood and work up a riff of my own. I need to be letting loose more often.
Hey and by the way, I had old fuckers at the local American Legion raising glasses to Stonewall Day Friday. Me and a cop even riffed on making a gay porn movie and selling it at the local truckstop. I mean, we were gonna go find some actors, but still....there's hope....until my whore of an ex walked into Ebby's later and her husband chose to ignore me and acknowlege the two people I was with. So we went back to Sammy's and fooking CRANKED up "Gentlemen" and screamed along to it "Now that I'm ashamed / It burns / And the weight is off / Now that you're out of the way / I turn, and I can walk..." Anyway, Beans was with us, and she got to hear the version of "Thunder Road" that's leads off that "Live 1975/1985" box set and we all sang along. I watched Beans a lot, though, because looking at the face of someone who had never heard it, though she can recite every line of the song, was fooking priceless. Then she reacted to every line as Jackson Browne's "Rosie" progressed: "And when they walked offstage the drummer swept that girl away" Beans: "Oh nooooo!!!"
So I wasn't cheating on you two homies, I was just keeping the demons from my nightmare away by posting for Steve. I've been freaked out ever since I met the sunrise this morning with "Lady In The Water" or whatever that movie's called. Holy shit, Man. Not only couldn't I finish it but I feel it permanently damaged my brain even more than it already is. I will post here. I love our little site. Someone please explain the picture.
Love you 2. It takes 3 to make a thing go right. It takes 3 to make it out of sight.
Let it bleed.
Great post at TLC, and thanks. I was trying to put something together on Hersh's New Yorker article, but then it got up to 90 degrees and I couldn't think any more. Glad you had it in you.
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