idiocy
Friday, April 09, 2004
"she doesn't mind the languageit's the beatings she don't need"
cool for cats is a strange song
and i so enjoy it
and i don't care if it isn't the cool retro
i'm just saying, it's so weird, lyrically, i mean,
what are you talking about? but sometimes it's the perfect song to play really loud on earphones at work because it's as ridiculous as all else.
and anything really good and punky makes me yearn for rebellion and contemplate base jumping out of the 26th floor of the monolith that i am trapped in all week while the sun shines and the river sludges by and i wait for financial liberation and torture my liver until then.
but dammit, i really love the rock shows and really cheap red wine and staring at the sky esp. lately with all the superbright planets shining like they're coming to get us and it's awesome and the neighbors think i'm crazy but fuck them. i mean, really, what do they have to offer the world? bring on the queers. the band. see, it's almost six. so now i can incite rebellion, simple music, yes, but the occasional brilliance which is certainly more than i have to offer. ok, if not real liberation, then motivation to crawl out into the sunshine and lurk home on the bus and THEN i finally get to go dig around in the dirt and get filthier than usual and be content. with my filth, my small patch of dirt and weeds, my ancient wheezing dog who is a bag of pudding with legs, a bottle of cheap wine and some motorcycle road racing documentaries. here's to freedom.
races at PIR tomorrow, yay, first of the season.
good show sunday night over at mt. tabor.
same goes.