Holy Max Cohen

politics

Republicans want to spend your money on guns.

Democrats want to spend your money on games.

Personally, I think the dichotomy itself is bullshit.

i drank a mountain dew and now i am wired

Coming into posession of a cell phone, I've been thinking about numbers.

Terribly, Terribly Tired of Samuel's Scattered Soul

Samuel can't see simple things the way
The family treads the park
Scattered brains on safety swings they say
Inappropriate remark

Oh yeah, for sure
I wish, I were
Part of the cure

Samuel and his rifle fired twice
He could barely hear the sound
Samuel soaked his shoulder in some ice
Cigarettes to settle down

void like empty

dreams have been floating around in my head some, lately.

i haven't dreamed much since i was very small.

but,

it feels like a gentle nudging towards the light;

like the conspiracy against Me is switching sides.

No breakfast for me today / Up too late last night

So last nite, we (katwl) played a gig at Mr. T's Bowl as the opening band. We started late and played too long, which I thought was appropriate as we turned out to be the most interesting act of the night by far. Everyone said we were "better than last time", whatever that means.

After loading out, Liz (drummer) challenged me to climb onto the roof of the bar. I did it with the ease of a drunken monkey, so she wanted to do it, too, but she is less monkey than me, so I had to help her. First order of business, I grabbed a very long piece of plastic pipe and started waving it around until it snapped under its own weight. A bit of exploring revealed a deck and patio attatched to the building next door, easily accessible from the roof of Mr. T's. It was some kind of apartment building, so I went inside the open back door to poke around. It looked like a shoddy dormitory. The apartment doors were real close to each other. The toilets and showers were in the halls. Nothing much going on inside, so I went back outside and walked about on the roof some more. I chanced upon an open window and the flickering light of a television set. I peeked inside at a cramped space covered in dirty laundry. The bed was by the window and I could see a body laying on its side under the blankets, though I couldn't see a face. Seemed like a woman, but there was really no way to tell without poking my head inside. As I kept moving I saw that she was watching a pornography show. Some brunet was giving head to a some half-erect dick. I watched for a while, tripping out on the fact that I was spying on someone and their porno habits.

Personally, I've always seen pornography as a means to an end, if you know what I mean. I've never been the type to just sit back and watch porn like you watch seinfeld. I take a very proactive role in my pornography, but this person was just laying back and checking it out. Probably fell asleep that way. This was fascinating to me. I wanted to understand this person; living in their little room, watching people on a screen pretend to love each other. There I was, living pretty damn well in my opinion, running around on some rooftop after playing rock and roll madness. And there was this person, wasting away, soaking in passivity. I motioned Liz over with a shushed finger on my lips, though I'm sure my presence was already known. After all, the window was open and only seconds before I was loudly stomping around the place.

Shortly thereafter I was waking up on my bed with clothes and lights on. I stripped down and got under the covers for a couple hours of comfortable sleep. I woke up as late as the 20 minute commute to work would allow, which meant no breakfast. A sin. I typically like to enjoy a slice of toast and a fried egg in the morning, along with some orange juice. It sets the scene well. Today I am hungry, but it isn't as bad as I thought it would be, and it turned into a good title for this post.

LOOK AT ME!

I AM ON THE INFORMATION SUPERHIGHWAY!

CLICKING!

POINTING!

ISN'T THAT WILD?

THE WORLD REVOLVES AROUND ME!