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[23 Mar 2006|06:40pm] |
things that happened in the past only happened in your mind
only in your mind, forget your mind and you'll be free
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| music that you can dance to |
[18 Mar 2006|03:19am] |
yuuck okay
last night I drove to charlottesville with jon and we saw the silver jews. neato.
tonight my plan is to paint until my arms fall off cause I have this motherfucking 30''x40'' self portrait due monday, shuuux. somehow I have becomed slightly sidetracked!!could it be because the past week I have been melting with relaxationnnn thank you spring break, classes resume shortly. goddamn. I am not ready for workery again! bugt thiss ggg painting cannot be procrastinated! I sit here alone in my abode with spark's angst in my pants</i> playing on the record player for the first time and it's a seriously good one.
"now I've got a hobby, I collect frozen pizzas, check out my pizzas"
um okay so I'm hanging out here, it's cold! the heater doesn't work it's so cold. and I'm hanging out here pretty fucking screwed up, my canvas is blank in the other room and I gotta start it but sparks are e-n-trancing, my desk here looks really ridiculous, I wish I could see everyone interesting's desks, cause desks really give me a kick. I've seen some neato desks and some that suck a whole lot of shit. my desks tend to be pretty "cool", I'm willing to say. but I'm pretty awesome. I figure you've got to be cool to have a cool desk. I wish people would appreciate my abode. I want college to be over so I can finally have an abode bigger than a toe. my abode is seriously no bigger than a 10'x8' halfofaroom, with a wardrobe taking up a ton of space, a big dresser and a big dumb computer desk and a bed and the bed is elevated such that storage space is sustained and under my bed are six hundreddy something records that hang out in their nonalphabetical paradise. jimmy swaggart can hang out with martin rev when I'm not around, make some phat beats
okay this week was cool because I watched this
 among many other equally awesome kids videos, such soulsootherss. and legsmoothers?? hm
also very recently I made a charm-ing new friend named emile. the other night we went cd & grocery shopping and watched Tenebrae, awesome. I found an '06 fall 2 disc reissue of the infotainment scan for $6 at mckays. that's "cool". we drank semidisgusting ethnic drinks, sugarcane flavored beverages are the most surprisingly gross liquids to exist ever in the history of food. I had "coconut water"? which tasted okay but it had these weird cubes of coconut in it that, frankly, reminded me of a combination of ORBIT's gelchunks and diarrhea. pretty gross.
okay, kick it, I'm going to make some motherfucking pasta and get all into that
and why didn't anyone listen to those songs I ripped? motherfuckers ain't got no taste in awesome is what
okay I have to go and do some fffffff-artwork.
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| snake document masquerade |
[14 Mar 2006|09:48pm] |
okay I'd wanted to do this for a long time but it took me forever to get a replacement y adapter audio cord.
i ripped a few adventures in vinyl dementia for you all. appreciate pls.
( nyet nyet nyet nyet nyet )
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(7:40) [fa ce la] I just speak a little english.I am of Mallorca(Island Mediterranean).Of all forms thank you.But i believe neither in the heroes,nor bulls nor gods.Thank you)))))))))))))FeeliesForever((((((((((((((
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[11 Jan 2006|09:49pm] |
appreciate enjoying the last rations of ganja while listening to ridiculously mindfucking records (on these 35 year old headphones), enjoying a 400% mood improvement.
okay
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[11 Jan 2006|11:08am] |
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hi, hello. yesterday I spent all my money at CD cellar. I'm so glad I finally bought I Want To See the Bright Lights Tonight, it's so beautiful, I've listened to it a half dozen times since its acquisition day before last. day before last I went to borders and bought the new Brain Donor cd and I have no idea why they had it, it's not like their selection is rockin' or anything. but brain donor is awesome, julian cope is an extraordinary man and when he's doing kraut rock with a handful of ex-spiritualized guitarists it's insane. the cd is good. a little silly. also I bought the first swell maps. at cd cellar yesterday I found some cool used stuff that didn't cost much, the new nikki sudden album for $7 or something. it's good. byrne's catherine wheel soundtrack, the cd has twice the material the record has. gabriel's birdy soundtrack for $4, what else. van der graaf generator's godbluff, a cinerama peel sessions comp, durutti column's lc. also got this which is absolutely retarded goofy, though the "roads girdle the globe" cover is good indeed. "it's my party" is seriously fucking awesome also. silly shit. the other night I bought all three art bears LPs from work. that was good. those are so good. what else. a buncha nothing! that's what! okay!
so last night I saw hostel with the vaughan brothers, it was good, pretty psycho. anita, I want you to know that when I came home I went di-rectly to your lj to read what you had said about it because the other day when it was posted I was all "oh no" and didn't want to spoil the film. the violence was insane, and it was interesting to see what affected me and what didn't. maybe the ending brought it together a little too easily, but man, I woulda felt like shit if it hadn't ended that pretty. something something. hm.
next semester is almost here and I'm still waitlisted for my painting class, hopefully that'll end up okay. only two people are in front of me. aww wyaww my tummy hurts times ten thousand, I'm going to drink a bottle of water and chill out. I'm at work and it's slow-central. paychecks today. ggggggggg. my earmuffs came. okay bye!
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[07 Jan 2006|04:58pm] |
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it's good times in the wonderful world of j-tux. thursday night jonathan david and I enjoyed extreme awesomeness via deathrace 2000 and kith in excess, etc. my brain blew up. they was good, good times. last night in a fit of [seven hours of sleep in two exhaustingly funpacked days] fatigue I saw BLOODRAYNE! with jon vaughan, another spectacular outing for my #1 personal hero, Uwe Boll. a heads up to all you kids, there are more naked breasts than you can shake a stick at in the film. a marvelous success. we snuck into the ringer afterwards, which was pretty terrible. they say you get what you pay for. something something. last night I had the most intense dream ever- I was in florida driving when the sun got so bright it was ridiculously painful, and I had to pull off into some weird car dealership and there were weirdos after me and I went down into some autoshop except it was all futurist and terrifying, terrible evil monster ghosts were after me and everything was metal and it looked like goddamned silent hill and I kept passing out and getting insane chills and there were drills drills drills! grinding drills everywhere! woe. I woke up with what feels like like every muscle in my body pulled, but who's counting. ain't nothing. anyway:
I'm excited to the xtreme about a few upcoming shows that I didn't find out about until today:of montreal 03/01, belle and sebastian 03/06, and stereolab 03/21. call me a homosexual, but I've been dying to see all these bands since I was in the womb, practically. goddamned b&s have evaded me since I was 15. now everything will come together. thank goodness. add this to deerhoof feb 28th, wedding present again on 03/05, and possibly the lilys on 02/03. I'm booked motherfucking solid, what could be better.
I got a bunch of records from ebay in the mail today, the undertones' positive touch and three david thomas solo albums: more places forever, variations on a theme, & blame the messenger. o glory.
tonight after work work work I have plans with jonathan david before he goes back to the mountains of blacksburg. it'll be lovely.
okay! goodbye
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| cause every cool guy needs a popular girl |
[02 Jan 2006|01:21am] |
well howdy
my spirit having absorbed vodka in excess, watching Teen Witch, haw haw haw. heads a-spinning. today I went with jon and jon's brother, jon's sister and her boyfriend, jon's maw, went to Ruth's Chris Steakhouse which is a fancy restaurant, the most fancy restaurant in the world, people buying $60 steaks, whatnot. I got delicious portabella mushrooms and asparagoose and broocoli etc, mashed potato-s. it was surreal-towney. Best banana pudding. I had never been to a fancy restaurant before, so it felt kind of like insanity +. zzzzzr.
Teen Witch is a pretty incredible experience, with a hella sweet soundtrack. also zelda x who terrifies me so much, I used to watch poltergeist twice weekly when I was a young person, every time I see her I get horrible shock up. shit.
um, I'm spending all my money on ebay. yesterday I spent $60 on undertones and david thomas and nina hagen records. also these sweet earmuffs. http://cgi.ebay.com/ws/eBayISAPI.dll?ViewItem&item=7575379727&rd=1&sspagename=STRK%3AMEWN%3AIT&rd=1.
boooooooo. boooooooooooo. shhhhhhhhhhh.
teen witch. teen witch. teen witch.
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[19 Dec 2005|11:54pm] |
dear livejournzal & co.
howdy
now it's december and the semester is over and right now I am in lovely winter haven, sitting crosslegged on the floor in a dark upstairs room that smells like dog and florida and grandmas, decidedly pleasant. bundles have occurred but everything's pretty much the same, I might love people fairer now but I'm not sure, also I think my straight straight hair's becoming wavy in its lengthitude. strange things go on if you let them, imagine my tears when I had to cut a bird's nest from my hair. pleasure brings pain. I'm finally letting my love spread out like it should, it was a gross malfunctioning bubble of rotten because I wasn't tending to it rightly. now my angels have increased severalfold, and thank goodness for that. speaking of angels, the only two people in the universe I would send tex-mas cards too I have not sent tex-mas cards to yet, motherfucking god. I swear, I won't send a single cirstssmas cad until I'm thirty five with the exception of these two individuals. who I am intent on sending cards to. and I will. tomorrow. you boys will get what you have coming.
I have been painting lately and it feels like I've grown a new little noodly soularm from it. thank goodness. doodles are well and good, but thick beautiful gobs of paint put everything else to shame.
today I flew on a plane for the first time in several years, I read two thirds of The Fall (thank you angelbil), having to cut short my adventures in Braintown because of that motherfucking ear shit that happens when you're on a plane. that descent killed me, I felt like I had blood and guts pouring out my earholes. I couldn't hear clearly out of my right one for several hours post-business. hate that! also it was an extremely smelly ride. my father kept refusing gum and he smelled like caesar saladbreath, and dude next to me was gobbling chewing tobacco and had like half a snapple glass thing full of it. I got used to it for a little while and only smelled tiny whiffs here and there. it was a really beautiful plane-ride all in all.
there is a big lake a 30 second walk from here called lake alfred. my mom and her siblings and my grandma and her sisters and her mom and everyone used to go out there and waterski. it got really dirty over time and now there are alligators there and some tiny kid went out and got eaten up recently. once my grandma saw a rare heron bird there and photographed it and got an article in the paper written about it. lake alfred is huge but not so big that you can't barely see the other side.
my mother drove down before paw and I flew, so it'll be a vandrive back up. vandrives are always a bit of terror with my mother's constant psycho-babble and hand sanitizer overdoses, but I have jon's love and rockets collection to read and a few cds to listen to. leaving here thursday and back in fairfax friday. I wanted to see eric while I was here but the trip got delayed and abbreviated so notime :( next visit, elven princess.
okay, heartfelt highfives.
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visine is dripping from my eyeballs.
I am about to watch Tenebre.
saw old phil elverum last saturday at uva's tiny chapel thing, it was by candlelight, and he was shining. thanksgiving opened. phil drummed for him. it sounded so good.
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tuesday morning,
I've been working & sleeping whole bunches but now it's the three day schoolweek so it's time to get cracking and all that. I've been eating a nauseating amount of greek salads and drinking too many coffees.
maybe once or twice a year I'll listen to hulk hogan and the wrestling boot band's classic album "hulk rules" and it's always kind of spiritual, the way it turns your brains into soggy bran. there's a track called "bad to the bone" that seriously rips off some judas priest song, I can't put my finger on which one. maybe all of them, it's so ridiculous. anyway, I want to be a hulkamaniac and have fun with my family and friends. the girls all know that we're out of control, we're bad bad bad to the bone.
I've been listening to a lot of prince, namely his "the black album" album which is amazing. I guess that makes sense.
I finally put the finishing touches on this compilation disc I'd been working on for forever. ( track list under the cut. )
robert fripp is in six days which is insane. that business will be all sorts of intense.
this writing is unbearably bland, I'll wrap up with the news flash that I don't have that awful cold any more. not at all.
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this have been ridiculously pleasant, the conversations I've been having are floating me to something good.
I got a WORM on my computer if you can believe that, I never had much sympathy for the wormed or virused until now. I've reached full awareness of the level of lame this shit is. it's proving difficult to remove. if any of you ladies receive or have receieved a mystery IM from a certain hamchips requesting that you check out my "new pix" or "cool ufo facts", do yourself a favor and resist the temptation. it's too much fucking trouble.
yesterday I went to mckay's with this zac gentleman and bought some neato stuff, I found this two disc Clean anthology for $3.49 that I'm really digging. the vocalist is totally weird and he rips off a different postpunk singer every song, goes from mark e smith to robyn hitchcock to the raincoats, wacky. I'd never heard them before stumbling upon this. it was a good day. yesterday. people were good people. it was some serious rock and roll to hang out with zac. it's a good thing you can superglue severed ties back together sometimes.
I have insane amounts of research to do for art that I've neglected as a result of miscommunication, what a drag. this coupled with my first presentation being shite makes me nervous abou the class. I dig it, though, soon as I can learn time management I'll rock it out of town. until then, buttfucking forever.
someone should send me an electronic-mail.
also, yesterday marked the first day I ever impulsively bought a clever t-shit on the internet. usually I wait a couple days and let it cement itself in my brains, this tshirt test helps me not fuck up too bad too often. anyway, this one here is hardcore awesome, and I'll be so happy when it arrives.
so much work to do. I'm going to get on it.
oh and until I get this wormy thing cleared away, I'm going to be on aim as r texasaur because I don't have any excess buddies on there to spam. okay.
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aw no, RL Burnside died. he deserved a dose of immortality. what an extreme drag.
pitchfork is the worst thing ever. they tell me the worst things ever.
..oh welcome home interwebgggggg
things art nuts, my left middle finger is gashed from a blue plastic box & I have four hundred dodgy looking insect (ou incest?) bites on my leg stalks. they look non run of the mill and itched like lunatics until a few days ago. the redspottiness surrounding them suggests mosquitos were perhaps not the culprit- I just google image searched "spider bite" and it was the worst idea ever, don't ever do it unless you want a one way ticket to gross-out city. my heart's a stinkin' wildebeast lately, I've been viewing some insane amazing musical performances lately which has filled me up like crazy. so long's my chest's not hollow I'll be fine. a few incredible people specimens have surfaced which brightened everything significantly. generally speaking it's been a good time, though I'm still a fucking lunatic with now no tolerance for any sort of sketchy behavior.
ok so I'm going to try shovelling some coffee into my mouth and then there are errands and tasks to get to work on. but take care of yourself because that's the important thing.
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[02 Aug 2005|12:31am] |
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I hung out with brian stewart today and talked about life a lot, he's a goddamned good friend. he gave me more helpful life advice than that lamely hungarian psychologist gave me in all the time I was seeing her. we went to smash in georgetown and I bought teardrop explodes' wilder on vinyl, the first saints album on cd & the second bad brains. ate at a mostly veg restaurant nextdoor called harmony cafe, I had a faux chicken thing with a delicious sauce with snowpea and brocolli action. unfortunately, my stomach is now feelin' like it's about to explode with curdled tofu which is never good. I'm going to lay down and watch Deep Red and probably start reading this David Sedaris book I bought, Holidays on Ice. we love satire. we love christmas in july. maybe if I save up enough money I can buy my way into the sedaris family. recently I bought the first two seasons of strangers with candy and they're all watched now, boo hoo. someday I'll learn the value of pacing myself.
so, last week my cat stopped pooping in her litterbox and it drove me crazy having to clean smelly cat shit daily off the basement carpet where she'd go instead. yesterday she got a new litterbox and man, she loves that motherfucker. good thing. it was getting pretty rough. viva misty.
okay, goodnight
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I've got a bruise inside the top tendony bit of my right hand, and it's as invisible as they come. so much for the handstretch olympics I was looking forward so much to.
last night I was occupied by d pinkwater's snarkout boys and the avacado of death, I haven't gotten to the avacado of death part but it'll be done by the end of the day. when it's been slow at work lately I've doven into the lester bangs reader, of course it's amazing. I've got a copy at home but haven't read it enough. jon's copy was sitting next to his toilet for half a year- and this is unfortunately the place where I've spent the most time with old lester. we'll turn things around real quick, bangalanga.
a lot of prince and the go betweens lately?
I bought the relatively new stereolab ep garble garble stuff collection because it's only $25 and has forty six gloriously un-states-released tracks and a killer sticker collection to boot. sgood.
now to work
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[13 Jul 2005|08:04am] |
man I just woke up from some hardcore sleeping,
fell asleep unintentionally at around eleven and woke up now, eight of clocks. good thing too, I didn't set my alarm and I have to open in two hours. uhh.
endless liquid stress filling up my brain that I have to manually drain out, what a drag
so many people I need to talk to, hermitting it up was at one point necessary for the health of my being but
some cool cats I haven't been in touch with should expect a sort of holler in the next short while.
yesterday I watched las von trier's 'the idiots', which was surprisingly powerful, normal people acting as retarded to find their 'inner idiot', I was a numbskull and didn't realize the whole thing was beautifully faux until after viewing. not sure if that's ever happened to me before, not sure if my misinterpretation was intended or encouraged by dear old jon. we'll never know.
have to shower like crazy, I fell asleep in my room last night which is four thousand degrees and I am a sweatmonster
fare thee well
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[09 Jul 2005|04:11am] |
ggggggggggggggggggggggggggg, day old nachos by the fork-full
winamp tracklist remains the same, thus the same tin drum, the same 'wonderful & frightening world of the fall', brix has a beautiful voice
cee rrr eeey eeey pee
99 applexs
same old night
'shocker' is the best movie I've ever seen
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[07 Jul 2005|12:08am] |
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three fourths drunk and alone with roseanne "Arnold" barr and that goddamned homosexual david sylvian in my ears
the "a new world record count" for this week is around 16, can you believe that (shit!)
today at approximately five o'clock eastern after listening to the first side of the record for the third fucking time in a day, how many telephone lines is that? it's three, I came to the rough realization that you can't only listen to elo all the time, as much as your heart tells you you can. just can't, it doesn't work that way. nothing's that easy. so, like an internet millionaire, jeffery L. is temporarily retiring from a life of pleasuring me to take a long vacation in bermuda. he will return when the time is right, however, our relationship will be less intensive next time around, and there's nothing wrong with that. jeffery L. will get it right. our present mishap, activated 5:00EST, was entirely my fault. I admit it. sorry
here's a movie review ejaculation for the mildly retarded:
war of the worlds was no trip to the day spa
the orig. dark water made me grit my teeth, old j-co will do good with it next week "I predict"---- (a month ago I'd never listened to the sparks...)
howly's moving tassle was a beautiful breeze. good thing. I want to see nausicaa again with all my heart.
top secret!! briefly made me whole, too bad it isn't physically possible to watch it continuously for the rest of one's existence. god damned shame.
forget everything else
everyone's got their dicks in some other girl, literally or no, wish I could be someone's friend, my subconscious screams when I type "jah wobble's about to dump me", what a fucking idiot, the insinuation isn't true, the initials are coincidentally the same. the truth is that jah wobble's solo material is fucking annoying after a point, that fake world shit is so terrible and he's a good guy but I wish africa would fall on him. stick to recycling your pil basslines and making intentionally giggle inducing music. it's better. shut up. I have to wait for a possible phonecall and curl up on the couch.
I've been sleeping in the basement on this new red couch, the basement is where my parents put my cat at night. it's a nice basement and I guess their paranoia about her looseness is warrented as she's shat on their bed before, she just wants attention. she radiates with happiness a bit more now that I'm spending so much time sleeping ten feet from her. she's much more affectionate to me now and she believes me when I tell her she's a dear. good
I am working eleven hour days which is weirdly theraputic. makes me hate everyone and love at the same time, where's the compassion I deserve? amazing paychecks (comparatively) to spend. materials materials materials. video games that are too hard for me.
too bad there aren't arms here, too bad no pair of arms are so hungry for me that they're running to tie my shoe. unspeaking of hungry arms, blankets await me thirty feet below. adieu.
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thank goodness for the internets,
I just spent fifteen minutes in google heaven making sure danny elfman isn't a scientologist. He's not a scientologist.
More Places Forever by David Thomas makes me limp with relaxation, D. "brain masseuse" Thomas as we call him holds one of the more special places in my hearts. and I have been listening to too much julian cope lately.
dgdf, batman shmeegins was quality. old bale's got my saucefactory going on turbo.
I watched the hard waywith michael j. and james woods last night, it was so good. goofballery at first but james is crazy rough on michael and it all gets quite serious, fox gets royally dicked over in the kind of way that makes you feel sick to your stomach. etc
going to sleep early so that I'm not dozing at work all day tomorrow
oh and look atthis person's silly goddam imdb reviews.
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