Rise, rock.

Its like sometimes like I hear it and I'm paralyzed. Its like I'm frozen like in one of the layers like and I can't break free of it and don't want to. But then I try and try and try to and am stuck there like like like I am want be equal parts stuck and unstuck stuck again and again. This is what what happens when I listen too close. Like this part is crunch doom and this part is chiming sad and this one is slow pounding. Like where would you want to get stuck??? None and all none and all none and all.

In other news, the caps lock keeps turning on mysteriously, causing me to delete and rewrite and wonder if I'm erasing pure gold never to be recreated; the dog has found a ball he thinks is his baby; the new monolith is made of cardboard; and we have passed to the other side of air conditioner season.

Shhhhhhiiiiiit

Its been a long time since blogging, but you know what fuckers? I am back. With cursing. Assholes.

Two quick notes on Music

1. Maybe I'm way behind here but the hobnox audiotool is the best thing ever. If you have not clicked and visited yet, the tool simulates the TR-808, TR-909, and TB-303, as well as a sine wave sequencer and a battery of effects. So much time wasted thusfar.

2. Deerhunter's "Cryptograms" is such a better album than "Microcastles." There is not even an argument.

Sometimes I blog things so I don't forget them.

The only thing you need to know in order to write a good story is that those deep, dark fears and insecurities and loathings you keep tucked away deep down are actually universal truths.

Thanks for making my day, Spike Lee Haiku

humanity be-
low Sewer Pipe geysering--
10 ft. high. Risen.

Writing

Usually going back and reading things I wrote years ago induces vomiting for me. But last night, as I was planning my poetry unit for my Sophomores, I went back and took a look at some things, "poems" if you will, that I'd saved; and I have to say, they were not that bad. Actually made me wish I had stuck to the writing thing. Oh well.

Late Work

I am hungrier than usual in this early afternoon, and will therefore consume untainted peanut butter and an apple ahead of its time. I am currently unsure how this ripple in the day's normal course of events may disrupt the path of our collective lives, so brace yourself. If, all of a sudden, your car breaks down on a large bridge with a tendancy to sway in the wind and if that breakdown causes you to miss a crucial job interview and that missed job interview results in your continued unemployment, which causes your husband/wife to no longer look at you as a pillar of strength and stability and instead you are now viewed as a worm a leach a burden and you can't stand it any more you just can't stand it but there's nothing you can do and you wake up one morning to find your husband/wife has become a note, a piece of paper on a pillow with "i'm sorry" written in a hurry and you are never the same again you age and turn grey alone, you keep a journal on those bedsheets you woke in and your house and health disintegrate until you are forgotten and inside. If that happens, blame the apple. If you find some cash today, you're welcome.