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[01 Oct 2006|12:46am] |
Everyone...everyone...everyone....everyone...everyone....everyone...every one! Everyone...EVERYONE! Booms a voice..
And so the Chicago Vertigo tour by U2 begins..before slipping into the licks of City of blinding lights. It's awesome, and it's how I wish life was, rather than this sludge of work and irritablity..
Work was horrible tonight. I sustained my temper until most had gone, and then couldn't keep it in anymore. One little thing too many made me lose it. I recovered, and left, feeling tired and fucking annoyed.
No matter, my broken and weary body got roundly mashed after work, with some Guiness. I could write more, but you won't be surprised to learn that it involved pool and a lot of smoking.
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[01 Oct 2006|01:10am] |
You know what, i'm trying too hard. I'm going all out, i'm racking my brains..i'm wrenching out of me what isn't there, and it's driving me nuts...i'm trying to write a vicarious piece about someone who isn't me, who is young, and trying to make it up, and I just can't do it. I've done various pieces, and none seem to go anywhere.
I haven't been this frustrated since Sunday night. That's a different matter entirely, but it's still comparable.
Right. All I need to do is imagine someone who isn't me. And make it interesting.
I get so far as there's this kid. And that's it.
Maybe I just can't imagine things like I used to.
AGH! Maybe i'm just not thinking enough. Or too much.
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[01 Oct 2006|01:23am] |
If i'm being perfectly honest..I think i'm going to keep the crap i've written and use that...several things about the fear and innocence yet the desire to serve...about war..
I'm going to use that. Fuck it..i've been writing under pressure. The only really honest and flowing thing I wrote was about how i'd feel in those shoes..about being a kid but a child who is one that wants to do something.
That's the only thing I could use. It's not very good but it's the best thing I came up with. I'll read it out and shrink back into my embarrassed shell.
I'm not looking forward to the lesson this week, but dammit, i'm writing in a form that displeases me, it's at least forcing me to think..and makes writing hard and excruciating, but at least i'm trying.
I can't remember the time when using my head was so difficult. My words are just slipping out of my head.
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[01 Oct 2006|01:31am] |
She came to me a year ago...godammit...she made me make her music..and I couldn't sing..she brought out of me the laughter that I couldn't muster, I couldn't sing and I had no rhythm..but she sat on the couch with me and brushed my arms with hers..
Have I forgotten so easily? No..I just could not see her sitting there waiting, for me to respond.. to brush my long hair into hers and skate her ice with my heels.
I did nothing...I giggled like a drunk and got drugged on her affections..went to bed giggling about her and woke up wondering what it'd be like if it'd done something about it.
And I miss her. I miss her pearl eyes and sugar lips..her black clothes and quiet wings. She's a polish on my fingertips..a skin under my heat..and an earth I wish I could dig under..but i'll have to wait.
And I could suit her, I could slip under her at night, I could bury her in me..and I could soak her up in my shadow..
But she's not around.
If she visits...i'll have to blacken my kiss for her. She'd like that.
I miss you. Viva la D.
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[01 Oct 2006|02:12pm] |
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Another Sunday, and a headache. Not a great one, but four pints last night has taken it's toll on my body. No football for me, I don't think.
Now THIS is a blast of a record.
Whatever happened to dance like this, eh? Now it's all sped up looped sampling of eighties ballads and models in the videos.
We're about ready to rock steady. Yo!
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[01 Oct 2006|02:28pm] |
Afrikka Bambaata (Probably spelled wrong) provides a knife edged vocal on this impossibly cool Leftfield tune Afrika Shox. Another classic! It's on the Vanilla Sky soundtrack, but don't let that put you off. It's a stomper.
Afrika Shox - Leftfield
Afrika Bambaataa
Feel the rhythm of the Afrika Bambaataa
Are you ready for the new age
They are setting the stage
For the renegades
To control your mind
They planned it yesterday
Fffffff-free
Zulu nation here to stay
Let's get electrofied
Pump it, rockin' it, stickin' it, funkin it Afrika
Pump it, rockin' it, stickin' it, funkin it Zulu nation
Z-U-L-U that's the way we say Zulu
Z-U-L-U that's the way we say Zulu
Zulu nation
Cities of angels
Afrika Bamaaaaaataaaa Zulu nation
Electro funk, electro funk, electro funk future shock
Weee want your funk - Afrika
We want your funk
Let's get electrofied
The world is on fire, can I take you higher
The world is on fire
Zulu nation
Hahahahahahaha future
Hahahahahahaha future
Electro get going and the funk don't stop
Time to clear the floor and let the Zulu's rock
The year 2000 is on the way, some say
The year 2000 has been here since yesterday
Electric beats
Electric beats
We're Zulusssssssssssssssssss
Z-U-L-U that's the way you say Zulu
That's the way you say Zulu
Oh yes, i'm getting my taste for the hard tunes back!
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