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[02 Oct 2006|01:24am] |
Mundanity has reached such echelons that it is explainable only by a series of short, sustained and rhythmic plodding thuds. As that's not really possible to translate here, I won't bother.
I got my money today, played some pool and thought someone was cute. And I was quite surprised. Seriously. What the fuck else do you want outta me? It's one thirty in the morning, and nobody's here, so who are you?
It's the question nobody is asking!
G'night.
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[02 Oct 2006|01:31am] |
Day 1:
I met a new friend today. It was a fly that I found in my room upon arriving home. I think it might have been attracted by the stink of the Murphy's cans I left in a bin. which have been there for precisely twenty four days.
I haven't emptied the bin. It didn't seem worth it until the bin was full. This logic would work if I didn't spend the following twenty four days hurling the rest of my rubbish straight onto the floor. Fuck that though, because if it wasn't for the mess I wouldn't have met the fly, and would be getting seriously bored of knocking about with all these poxy moths. I don't like the way they beat wings, headbutt the light, and fly in a spiral hitting me in the face when they reach bed level.
Fly is different. I'm not saying he and I will get on famously, it's early days, but i'm confident that he won't just fuck off out of the window when I open it. It'll be embarrassing anyway, if even a fly is so astonished by this shithole that he sods off at the earliest sign of escape.
The fly is currently watching telly. At least that's what I think he's doing, and not just getting caught under an old tobacco pouch, uselessly buzzing his wings in a futile attempt to dislodge himself.
I shall call him Aled. Not after the classical singer.
Day 2: The fly is nowhere to be seen. I really thought we had something.
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[02 Oct 2006|01:41am] |
Dating Don'ts.
Don't tell her you're making a house entirely out of video cases of the films "Predator" and "Predator 2". Tell her you're having trouble finding copies of the film for 99p in charity shops.
Don't tatto your mood on your face before the date. Especially not "Nervous to the point of emotional exhaustion". Imagine reading that during sex. Nobody needs that.
Don't tell her you live your entire life as if you're Robert De Niro in Taxi Driver, with a completely straight face and no humour in your voice at all.
Don't batter your neck with a pipe you found in the road.
Don't wear a comedy arrow on your head and twist your own nipples, with widened eyes and laughing.
Don't smoke if she doesn't. Definately don't staple forty cigarrettes together and smoke that, so that the end sags damply in her lasagne.
Don't dangle your penis in her lasagne.
Don't wear a spider suit.
Don't try to hit on her friend, when you know full well she's the only person there.
Don't try to offer her her own meal as a peace-maker after you run your tongue over the entirety of it.
Don't tell her this plan you have to get all the stray dogs in London together and open a massage parlour. Again, with entire seriousness. Don't say it's called Beagle Station.
Don't form a line of grapes in front of her and shout a different negative word at each. She'll leave by the time you've bellowed "SLAG!" at a seedless.
Don't tell her you've always wondered what the chances of going clubbing with a gang of cobras and surviving is.
Don't roll your head up with masking tape, and then draw facial features on it.
Don't tell her her boobies are like two cold igloos, and you want to play the eskimo and crawl in their circular mouth holes.
And that's it! Goo'NIGHT!
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[02 Oct 2006|01:55am] |
Genuine fears about acceptance and my work makes me write things like this, so it's always nice to see the humour in these things, eh? I just want to read my writing and slink back to Minster for some consolation beer. I can't write well as another, i've worked that out, all I can do is struggle through it.
So, to make myself better, this is the worst that could happen. And I definately won't be doing this! Again.
"So...Neil..what did you write?"
"What didn't I write? Nothing! And the opposite of nothing is something, and here it is:
*Er-keeherhh* (that's me clearing the throat, if you don't know my peculiar phonetics)
I found a fly, I did,
I called him Aled, for
it was his name,
he buzzes like a broken air conditioner,
and vomits on my face..
but I do not care,
for me and Aled,
we're like that (Do an actual finger cross to old Whitters when I read this bit)
we play table tennis,
Aled can't hold the bat,
so I get a bit irate..
and i throw the bat at him,
or at the floor,
I can't remember where,
in the midst of my red despair,
in fact Aled doesn't seem to care,
he just doesn't notice my needs,
he flies in random directions,
lands on things, and then flies somewhere else again.
every time I lean in for a hug or a kiss,
he couldn't care a piss..
he's off again..
Aled.
Why do you treat me this way.
You..You. Filthy. Thousand. Eyed Slut.
I read the last sentence in individual emphasised words, that I intone directly and intently at the tutor.
As long as I don't do this, i'm laughing!
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[02 Oct 2006|04:25pm] |
Just been having a conversation about life, and mortality. My father asked me if I wanted to look through some videos he'd been given at the Reserve, by a couple whose son had recently died.
He was my age. My. Age.
It makes me think about how easy it is to suddenly be cut from life..to be extinguished, and to leave the mortal coil. Death is something that preys on my mind a great deal, all that really balances it out are the amazing things that can happen and fate. Amongst other things, many and varied.
If you want to see a Dating Don'ts compendium tell me. I want to get them together and do something with them, but I want to know people are going to want to read the things.
Work today was shit, absolute shit. No glossy terms, no flowery description deserved, it was shit. Late out, busy, awful. What else do you want to know? Nothing.
I'll see you later, I have to get ready for class.
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[02 Oct 2006|04:33pm] |
Sam's Town is out today. I am blessed with my boys the Killers, coming back and jostling the emo trash and tedious drudge out of the way with some more deleriously bombastic anthems.
Their key is their sort of embarrassingly sincere bravado. The ability to make tunes that are punching above their weight, in lyric and in vocal. But there's something quite enchanting about that.
Take Brandon. He's a mouthy, slightly ego-centric little git taking on the world and straddling peaks he shouldn't be able to. I kind of like that. He's not content to sit back and be quiet, he strains and pushes his way to the front, breaks his voice to get the words out.
When you were young took my tits off with it's balls and intent. the lyrics are slightly silly ones perhaps about love, perhaps religious, simple and foolish ambiguity, but they work..they sound lush and captivating, because they're being flung out amidst Brander's screams and the incredible sharp riff, a riff that one afternoon single handedly made me think things are okay when you've got music in your head and the wind carrying you forwards.
Viva la Killers!
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[02 Oct 2006|05:29pm] |
City of blinding Lights - U2
The last time I posted this lyric, it was pertaining to something else entirely, and now it means as much to me as it did then, but it's meaning has changed, it's become a bone chilling song to me, the last couple of lines are particularly apt to me. "Can't take the boy out of this man", and "Blessings aren't just for the ones who kneel..luckily". My thinking in the last couple of years echoes this, somewhat.
It's me getting my boyhood back and maturing at the same time.
I play and sing this song more than ever, because the more I do, it becomes my theme, my starlit anthem. I'm happy with what it means to me now. If I get the chance, i'll sing it onstage.
For now, check out this unbelievably grand performance by U2:
http://youtube.com/watch?v=V1BmHiK1N2Y
The more you see the less you know
The less you find out as you go
I knew much more then than I do now
Neon heart day-glow eyes
A city lit by fireflies
They're advertising in the skies
For people like us
And I miss you when you're not around
I'm getting ready to leave the ground
Oh you look so beautiful tonight
In the city of blinding lights
Don't look before you laugh
Look ugly in a photograph
Flash bulbs purple irises
The camera can't see
I've seen you walk unafraid
I've seen you in the clothes you made
Can you see the beauty inside of me?
What happened to the beauty I had inside of me?
(cut)
And I miss you when you're not around
I'm getting ready to leave the ground
Oh you look so beautiful tonight
In the city of blinding lights
Time...time...time...time...time
Won't leave me as I am
But time won't take the boy out of this man
Oh you look so beautiful tonight
Oh you look so beautiful tonight
Oh you look so beautiful tonight
In the city of blinding lights
The more you know the less you feel
Some pray for others steal
Blessings are not just for the ones who kneel... luckily
Off to school I go.
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