Thursday, September 13, 2012
Wednesday, September 12, 2012
The End Of It
I awaken to sunlight
and that sweet little
voice downstairs
laughing about a "fauwt"
I lie there thinking how
it always unfolds
the people of this world
and what they do with it
I suppose I'm just tired
tired of the same ingredients
those same damn ingredients
being boiled down to a paste
I rise up and put my feet down
another day lit like a fuse
another me at the end of it
and that sweet little
voice downstairs
laughing about a "fauwt"
I lie there thinking how
it always unfolds
the people of this world
and what they do with it
I suppose I'm just tired
tired of the same ingredients
those same damn ingredients
being boiled down to a paste
I rise up and put my feet down
another day lit like a fuse
another me at the end of it
Skeet Giddens on getting his new cell phone stolen on 911:
"Awe, man, it was fucking horrible! I finally succumbed and bought the damn thing the day before. I was at a bar on 3rd Ave, drinking beer and watching the parade of zombies stagger up the street. I mean, you've seen the footage, all those people covered from head to toe in all that white shit. The smell was fucking hideous. That's what people forget to talk about. Never on earth has there been such a smell. Anyone who lived through it will be smelling that shit till the day they die. Anyway, all I know is I had it on the bar and then it was gone. Still to this day, I can't stop thinking about it. You never forget shit like that. I mean, who the fuck would do such a thing?"
Skeet Giddens, 9/11/12
"Shit, man, are you fucking kidding me? It's the pretense, right? I mean, I can hardly look at anyone anymore without giggling. The obviousness is incredible. Holograms flickering. To say they fail to see the full spectrum is like saying the line fails to be a circle. Hey, ya know, I still feel for them. I really do. But no more than I feel for anything else really. It's a total lack of imagination. That's what humanity is and that's what makes it so potent. Everything existing in spite of something else, in spite of everything else. The modern man has about the efficiency of a hundred elephants. And what do we even get out of this shit anymore? Another Clint Eastwood movie? Another Olympics? Another goddamn Superbowl? It's the anniversary of 911 again. Oh, shit, really? No thanks. I'll feel what I feel when I feel it." Skeet Giddens, 9/11/12
Thursday, September 6, 2012
FB RANT, 9/6/12
"I love you, man!"
"I love you too, brother."
"I'm serious, man, I feel like we've gone through life, soaking up the same sort of shit. "
"Yeah, now we're just two wet rags flung against a wall."
"I love you too, brother."
"I'm serious, man, I feel like we've gone through life, soaking up the same sort of shit. "
"Yeah, now we're just two wet rags flung against a wall."
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