JAN 2009
a nice foggy day on the coast
a nice foggy day in my head
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Usually I don't think much about my mood as I'm working on something but then sometimes, days or weeks later, I might look at a piece and go "wow, that's EXACTLY how I feel right now!"
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You all all right?
One week until the passing of the flame (ing pile of shit).
Old Man Slime, passing off a parchment crumpled stiff with piss, hands over the keys to the curtain.
Baby O New Year, diaper full with the stinky expectations of an electorate, takes the helm of the SS Decadent.
34% of Americans are now obese and the other 66% are licking their chops.
Getting Tasered is the new rite of passage. Used to be it was playing in a band.
Less than 10 days left for Bush. Already a nostalgia for incompetence creeps in.
Tomorrow's forecast - more of the same with brief outbreaks of naive optimism.
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If you happen to be in the Cincinnati area may we recommend:
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Hanging with the refreshingly unpretentious (well, except for me) hipsters in Stockholm.
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Not 5 minutes in Sweden and I'm already getting my picture taken with ABBA !!!!!!! |
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Life is a search for a philosophy that validates one's deviant behavior - David Holtek
HAPPY NEW YEAR |
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The Whore and Her Make-Up - a novella in endless parts
The Dickless John - always an easy twenty bucks
Cop with Wound - exitentialist officer listening to dark industrial music prefers bagels
Paddy Wagon Blues - whatever that shit is on the floor better not stain my new pointy party shoes
Hello and happy blah blah blah to anyone who is still around after our 6 day hiatus. We were victims of a highly advanced society.
Since Stockholm is so thoroughly wired for broadband there are basically no real cyber cafes. The only street-level access for the net is in 7-11 stores and it's a screen, mouse and keyboard - no usb access to be found. And despite loving technology as much as we do here we tend to be luddites when we're on the road and have no fancy cell phones or palm buddies or laptops. We prefer to travel commando. But I'm now back at CreDi command central and will be reporting nothing in particular in the coming hours and days. Now get back to dancing you!
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