Stop! No! Don't! ...but it feels good

It's like the day that doesn't exist. I'm so tired of sex. Seen my fair share of guys getting stabbed in the groin. Dr. Money, you are a bad person.
i guess i'm back to french; gonna try to get into some italian (getting way into the godfather)--and I'm driving again. Schemery pending, looking forward to the wombats 3/11. Thought i'd have more to say about anything in particular. um, general admiration of the childish actions of the daniel/david guy which amuse me so.

where's my goddamn eye patch???

i’ve been gone for too long, maybe? In the time of my absence I’ve watched a fucking bunch of entrancing, good/grim shit. Ok..I’m gonna start with this whole Guy Pearce stint I’ve experience (just like the Eric Stoltz one I had in December and I’m talking about suddenly watching movies featuring these people). First off was L.A. Confidential—I really don’t know why I watched the whole thing, I guess I heard something about it that triggered something in my brain or whatever—which I found intricate with interconnections involving crime and unexpected killings. It was slow going and long, but dramatic, old school, detective investigating shoot-outs ensued.
Within the same week there was also the viewing of Ravenous. Now, this was another film I vaguely remember being mentioned somewhere, primarily about the subject of cannibalism, and, lo and behold, there was Guy Pearce again (also Jeremy Davies; I suppose he’s part of a stint I had including Spank the Monkey, Lost, and this thing). It was late, i turned it IFC and was utterly transfixed to this gruesome interpretation of 1880s expansionists exploiting Native American folklore for their own evil ways. That doesn’t seem so far fetched, do it? Besides all the blood gulped down and human femurs munched on, I found the whole thing to be a very enticing thriller examining the extremes people go in order to survive—or become more powerful—like survival of the fittest sort of thing. The music was good, I mean, when they were going through the woods and stuff to the cave and when Pearce’s character was in the woods—it was up-beaty-folksy.
Right then. Living in Oblivion was quite good; it was fucking funny (i.e. “you hostess twinkie motherfucker”) and showed all the shit film cast and crew deal with. Very trippy too, like, there were these dream sequences…what was real? Or fake? I can’t say specifically for sure because everything bled together and continued into the next scene and it fucking tripped me out, dammit.
Lastly there was On The Water Front. Now, I guess all I knew about it was Marlon Brando playing the main guy (a li’l bit of...),


but I dinna know shit about the plot or any of the other people in this thing—Elia Kazan, Leonard Bernstein (I should know better)? To be honest I didn’t much care for whatever was going on, but the cinematography—the compositions of the shots, that was beautiful and conveyed the emotion of the situation/scene brilliantly as well as the messianic undertones (the music helped with this, too).

alone again, naturally

And people like that are getting together, making mini, grotesque atrocities of themselves, and calling it "love".
Does anyone remember that picture? Oh god, the wasted times we had in class.

fuck you, Kid

"fuck you too, you son of a bitch."
i feel like something's gonna emerge through my ribcage. like in alien.

Da Funk of 40,000 Years

She was fucking pissed.
Shit. double doses today. too much take-home finals and being Lost In Translation. Smoke soon.

It starts

you know. the pedestrian shit fest coming up. unnecessary visionary protest everyday and up until the day.
give me a holler if you're a robot/alien/monster/something not from the homo genus, bitches. we'll get along just fiiine.

Sociological-like scenario songs feat. Fat Tuesday

It's also election day of a sort and, for reasons that still perplex me, I wasn't able to vote (mainly because I didn't complete and turn in my registration to do so). Ah..things haven't been all exciting for me. The most interesting thing about today could quite possibly be the incident in the school parking lot. An older man approached me after getting out of his car and asked me where one could enroll in classes when I noticed a younger man get out of the driver's side of the car, walking towards us. I said the L Building and gave ridiculously vague directions on how one might arrive there and that the place might be closed. After a bit of befuddling, the younger man said it was quite all right, thanked me for the help, and speculated that there might be a map indicating where they should go.
What happened to the good ol' days of songs about all the junkie hookers working for the pederast pimps on the corner of 4^th and Main? Songs about eight year olds huffing glue in the cellar jamming to some of that Donovan? If you don't inform the people by means of popular media how are we gonna know and finally do something about it? Ahem, that means you self-proclaimed music kids who used to know how to weave stories into your songs, but have turned to more commercial aspects that are trite and were conjured up by people eager to make bank. Even if you're cute.
I look forward, kinda, to the results of the votes that everyone who was eligible could make.
And for those who give a hoot about nawlins.

Russians are hip.