| When that melting yellow moon starts to run down your shoulder |
[Nov. 18th, 2009|09:00 pm] |
there's a blur drizzle down the plateglass
as a neon swizzle stick stirrin up the sultry night air
and a yellow biscuit of a buttery cue ball moon
rollin' maverick across an obsidian sky
as the busses go groanin' and wheezin',
down on the corner I'm freezin';
on a restless boulevard at a midnight road
I'm across town from EASY STREET
with the tight knots of moviegoers and out of towners
on the stroll
and the buildings towering high above
lit like dominoes or black dice
all the used car salesmen dressed up in
Purina Checkerboard slacks
and Foster Grant wrap-around,
pacing in front of EARL SCHLEIB
$39.95 merchandise
like barkers at a shootin' gallery
they throw out kind of a Texas Guinan routine
"Hello sucker, we like your money
just as well as anybody else's here"
or they give you the P.T. Barnum bit
"There's a sucker born every minute
you just happened to be comin' along at the right time"
come over here now
you know... all the harlequin sailors are on the stroll
in a search of "LIKE NEW," "NEW PAINT,"
decent factory air and AM-FM dreams
and the piss yellow gypsy cabs
stacked up in the taxi zones waitin' like
pinball machines
to be ticking off a joy ride to a magical place
waitin' in line like "truckers welcome" diners
with dirt lots full of
Peterbilts, Kenworths, Jimmy's and the like, and
they're hiballin' with bankrupt brakes, over driven
under paid, over fed, a day late and a dollar short
but Christ I got my lips around a bottle and
my foot on the throttle and I'm standin' on the corner
standin' on the corner like a "just in town"
jasper, on a street corner with a gasper lookin
' for some kind of Cheshire billboard grin
stroking a goateed chin, and using parking meters
as walking sticks on the inebriated stroll
with my eyelids propped open at half mast
but you know... over at Chubb's Pool Hall and Snooker
it was a nickle after two, yea it was a nickle after two
and in the cobalt steel blue dream smoke, it
was the radio that groaned out the hit parade
and the chalk squeaked, the floorboards creaked
and an Olympia sign winked through a torn yellow
shade, old Jack Chance himself leanin' up against
a Wurlitzer and eyeballin' out a 5 ball combination shot
impossible you say? ...hard to believe?, perhaps
out of the realm of possibility? naaaa
he be stretchin' out long tawny fingers out across a
cool green felt with a provocative golden gate
and a full table railshot that's no sweat and I leaned
up against my bannister and wandered over to the
Wurlitzer and I punched A-2 I was lookin' for
something like Wine, Wine, Wine by the Night Caps
starring Chuck E. Weiss or High Blood Pressure
by George (cryin' in the streets) Perkins - no dice
"that's life," that's what all the people say ridin' high
in April, seriously shot down in May, but I know I'm
gonna change that tune when I'm standing underneath
a buttery moon that's all melted off to one side
It was just about that time that the sun
came crawlin' yellow out of a manhole
at the foot of 23rd Street
and a dracula moon in a black disguise
was making its way back to its
pre-paid room at the St. Moritz Hotel (scat)
and the El train came tumbling across the trestles and it sounded
like the ghost of Gene Krupa
with an overhead cam and glasspacks
and the whispering brushes of wet radials
on a wet pavement and there's a
traffic jam session on Belmont tonight
and the rhapsody of the pending
evening, I leaned up against
my bannister and I've been looking
for some kind of an emotional
investment with romantic dividends
kind of a physical negociation
is underway
as I attempt to consolidate all my
missed weekly payments, into
one-low-monthly payment
through the nose
with romantic residuals and leg akimbo
but the chances are more than likely I'll probably
be held over for another smashed weekend
~Tom Waits~ |
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| Man...! |
[Nov. 13th, 2009|06:00 pm] |
Why does today suck so bad?
::Checks the date:: Oooooooooh. Right.
Also, BAHAMADIA DID A SONG WITH M'FLO?!? WHY WAS I NOT INFORMED? |
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| Food for Though |
[Nov. 3rd, 2009|01:39 pm] |
Having, somehow, fallen into the entertainment industry, I often wonder why so many ads I come across are nothing more than mind numbing or simply idiotic. Or why most articles of "modern entertainment" all try to do the same thing as everyone else for the simple reason of, by playing by the numbers, one of them will be successful and just maybe it'll be this one.
Then I came across this. It's long, but it's worth a read if you have a spare 30 minutes.
http://kotaku.com/5395084/can-videogames-be-our-friends
Check it out. |
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| Oh god. Just....Stop it. |
[Oct. 10th, 2009|01:35 pm] |
Seriously. Just....STOP IT!
Marge Simpson is going to be on the cover of Playboy on Oct. 16, and I don't know whether to laugh, puke, subscribe, or shake my head in utter dismay. What I do know is that this is proof the magazine industry as a whole, and the formerly dignified adult magazine industry in particular, has lost it. And I think it means The Simpsons has finally officially jumped the shark, too. (Confession: I have the first 8 or 9 seasons committed to memory, but I haven't watched it in years.) [SF Gate]
W...why do you do things like this to me? Why? Stop it. SERIOUSLY. No more.
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[Sep. 30th, 2009|11:16 pm] |
Oh god, I lol'd for hours.
Ah...::Wipes tear away:: I really am a simple creature. |
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[Sep. 28th, 2009|12:43 am] |
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But that's why it's only meant for some of us. |
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| Aww Snap. |
[Sep. 19th, 2009|09:56 am] |
Eddie Izzard is coming back to boston!
::Goes to buy tickets:: |
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[Aug. 28th, 2009|07:10 pm] |
Ah...
Hmm...
...Right.
Okay so...for tomorrow. If it's raining hardcore, don't come. Right now, I'm, playing it by ear. I'm still gonna cook and get everything prepped and ready, just incase it's like July 4th where it was supposed to rain but was really nice. But seriously, if it sucks outside, don't brave the weather. If I can't cook with fire, then the whole things' kind of a bust anyway.
So yeah... |
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| mondays... |
[Jul. 27th, 2009|09:50 am] |
Were off to a good start. I'm currently stranded at newton center's t stop, screaming child at my right, angry mob at my left, wet sun soaking everything in disgusting as the mbta scrambles to accommodate people since they've shut the trains off.
The commuter fail strikes again |
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| Oh god. |
[Jul. 13th, 2009|11:35 pm] |
Me in 2 weeks.
Also, Arakune is chapping my ass. WHY ARE YOUR ATTACKS SO SLOW! BE MORE LIKE FAUST! |
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| So then, let's take a look at the day. |
[Jun. 25th, 2009|09:10 pm] |
Farrah Fawcett dies
Micheal Jackson dies
Not less than 24 hours ago, Ed McMahon dies
Japan is having eroge artists literally committing suicide by the new ban on "extreme pornography" that's rolling through that country
EA eats bestheda eats zenimax eats id software. I swear, it's like weird fishes.
Bioware and Mythic try to eat each other and accidently form voltron
At the beginning of the week, Jammie Thomas-Rasset's was found guilty by a jury of her peers and now owes the RIAA 1.92 million dollars. That's $80,000 dollars per song downloaded.
And to top it off, Tiger woods lost to fucking Jimmy Kimmel in Tiger woods '10.
The movie 2012 is not looking that farfetched anymore. |
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| And Then... |
[May. 28th, 2009|09:33 pm] |
Everyone cosplayed Yoko even more.
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| Behold... |
[May. 21st, 2009|12:39 am] |
The Tower of Babel.
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