Fuck It

This is my last post.

Palin can stuff her patriotism in her bra: Biden can stuff it in his crotch

We are watching the debate. PBS is broadcasting in High Definition. We can look at their make-up and know which one to pick due to the exorbitant amount of detail that has been wasted on such an aesthetically grotesque program. Yum.

Hard Core #7

She is not happy about it, but she needs to wear it for 2 hours a day to strengthen the use of her left eye. I look pretty shit-faced. Man, that shit is hard to wear.

Bury Me Like Crazy Horse

Bury me like Crazy Horse:

Unearthable peaks will be my headstone--peaks unmoved

by faith or manifest destiny.

The untouchable sky will be my epitaph--renewed

each day with unwavering vigour.

Unknown to corruption.

Under natural earth.

In Gods true name.

My wife would want me to be doing my fafsa right now, but she also wants me to wear a helmet in a state where you don't have to. It's a completely respectable request--however, it's one of the few things I have to be hardcore in the White Tanks.

Here is a list of hardcore things to do here:

1. play guitar through a blaring amp by yourself

2. drink wine, beer, or Wild Turkey by yourself, or occasionally while talking to a friend on the phone

3. drink black, black coffee by yourself, or occasionally with you wife

4. ride without a helmet

5. get slammed in the face by the fist of Daniel Pruitt

6. Practice your fly fishing cast in the front yard

It has nothing to do with style, as many have so accused me of concerning. In fact, it doesn't have anything to do with being hardcore--it just is.

More Spiritual than your Average Banter

"He turned to appease the fierce longings of his heart before which everything else was idle and alien. He cared little that he was in mortal sin, that his life had grown to be a tissue of subterfuge and falsehood. Beside the savage desire within him to realize the enormities which he brooded on nothing was sacred."
-considering Stephen Dedalus

"Here's to swimmin' with bow-legged women"

Sorry to break my streak of titles with the F-word, but I couldn't pass up that quote. CK knows, but can anyone else recall that film? It's interesting that such a movie which criticizes the very ills that interrupt it intermittently makes it to television. I guess those big dicks know that it'll do no harm to those mindless numbers of viewers.
I had a good conversation with a great friend last night about commercials. I've watched too much television since the Olympics began. There's nothing like a short quip of debauchery to keep what sucks fresh in your mind. What is it that sucks? We describe how we love products more than how we love anything else.

fucking demise

Go to this link:
http://video.yahoo.com/network/100063489?v=3213448&l=100063517
A proverbial slit of the wrist. This S-L-U-T-S won enough money to pay off both me and my wives loans. God bless his hard work and super skill.

"bat fuck loco"

An expression my friend used to describe Daniel Johnston and all his worried woes and holding-ons. We went to see Joan of Arc play at the Modified Arts in downtown Phoenix.

I found myself looking on and not feeling anything but the floor bend beneath us, and all those others whose weight was there looked like they wanted to be feeling everything.

The whole experience was so frail, and I had fumbly hands and a shattering cackle.

It's hot out, I work, unbend my back and rest sorely. I want to throw a rock at most everyone I see driving by.

Love,

Paul

NIPS!

don't make it easier or nicer, make it greater/The Old Man in the Sea has caught fish before, but none of the previous ones have mattered

This is the house we lived next to. It's the house my wife's dad grew up in, it's also the house she grew up in. They are going to build a house that satisfies the property lines. It was completely gone in five hours.

I've worked the entire two week period of spring break. I tutored the first week, and moved bricks, cut a crap load of wood, and painted the second week. Wednesday was riding night with Jimmy downtown. It was more of a tease than anything.

This guy at this coffee bar asks me about my bike everytime I go in there, he also gives me free coffee and pastries. He talks a little fast and drags out the last word of sentences of four or more words with a gradual rise in pitch: "do you ride with a break?" "No, I don't." What kind of skids do you do? I've been doing these short skids but they've been hurting my knees. So what kind of skids do you do?" "Whatever keeps me out of trouble." "Yeah, right." He hands me my free espresso and I go outside and nose into my journal so as to avoid any other bike talk. He's a nice guy about it all though. When some girl told him the cream was out, he responded: "nobody cares asshole," and handed me my free espresso.

He has a bianchi pista with every possible modification. I've never ridden on a new set of tires. I ride fixed because it's the simplist form of something and it makes you do things that can sharpen your bones. I skid whichever way will keep my ass in the saddle and off someones car. Whatever style point you can pull out of that, put 'em back.

"Ace of Spades, Clubs, Queens and Jacks"

It gets lonely by the White Tanks, as beautiful as they are. I imagine talking with them sometimes, puting my ideas to their peaks. They will change too, though.

I told the library assistant that I was getting rid of my TV today and she r/ejaculated: "why would you do that?" "Because it's fucking hideous sitting in our living room." "I just don't know what I'd do without law and order reruns. Are you one of those people who cannot have their foods touching?!" "Shut up."

There is no existence in elementary education for me--it takes some different kind of individual that's into control and forced learning. There's no room for an individual, they'll ruin your job history otherwise.

"With the we are number ones."

Centurion

the ethics of how memory works

All I could think of was Joan of Arc, and I kept chuckling to my self as I drove home listening to the tale end of an npr program about scientists controlling the intensity of memories that are recalled...or some shit like that.

I think they said they could first provoke the recall of the memory, then control the intensity of the emotioinal effect of the individual. That is all besides the point--the real thing to talk about is the fact that scientists are advancing in the area of "should this shit really be tampered with?" Of course, so I remember them mentioning, this has something to do with getting people's weight under control--at least that was what they were researching when they stummbled upon this new "big toy" of the ethical playground of today.

On one end of this, as a friend of mine says, "life is pain". The reporter mentioned something about someday using this advancement in helping those who have had experiences with memories too unbearable to survive them. It is good to help. There are the extreme cases where it is easy to say: "they need this". But, like the 2/3rds of this Earth, darkness obscures.
The people of the capitalist system will do well to exploit the medicine-meant-well, and we will throw this into the bin of "crap the presidential candidates can argue over". Like plastic surgery, hormonal drugs, and all the other well intended medical advances, the susceptibility of this to abuse by those in the shadows of imprudence, as well as those who are filthy with money, is already apparent--I can imagine it in their dreams, and then not in their dreams: another injection to escape reality.

"Life is pain." Life is experience and is nothing without pain, among other things.

What is it that draws me to find necessity in relating to the rest of humanity, past and present? (The question of what is necessary to relate to past humanity is more difficult.) Experience is what bonds us to the rest of humanity. The links we have to all humanity--before and possibly after (if it is feasable)--are becoming fewer more rapidly. The link to the humanity of Christ is drifting somewhere, though some say that God and religion are the only tools you need to remedy your mind. Others say: deal with it.

Perhaps we are widening our experience of freedom by adding more possibilities of choice. However, the reality of not having to deal with what is dealt puts us in an estranged category that I am too unfamiliar with to have any emotion about...much like worrying about alien life.

When it rains, I get this done.

Well, I thought I was over this crap--but when the white tanks are eaten by grey and rain wets everything, the old habbits come back.

My mind feels like it's going to explode, so I don't think this will be much more than a flash of a face in a crowd.

I've been listening to the British Sea Power: the Decline of the British Sea Power, Friend/Enemy (side b especially), and Joan of Arc: A Portable Model Of. They all give me a sense of something homemade, like babies or experience.

This is my brother Jimmy. We have a pretty good time together. He is wearing Franny's tutu on his head.