Varg, you've done it again you old dog.
Another beautiful addition to an already expansive resume of highs and highers.
Tuesday, April 12, 2011
Friday, April 8, 2011
Wednesday, April 6, 2011
Fortsneeze
14 sneezes in a row. Maybe 15. I am exceedingly tired and I almost lost count mid-sneeze. Just thought the world should know.
Day three boys and girls, and Pat has yet to sleep. I am contemplating a four day push just to see what happens? A few weeks ago I attempted it, but I actually ended up taking two tabs of acid on the third night and that kind of blurred the experiments results. Became very difficult to pinpoint what exactly may have been caused directly by sleep deprivation, and sleep deprivation alone. Regardless, I am slowly closing in on the apparently crucial 72 hour mark, and I am expected to be the other-half of a dinner date this evening. Could be tricky.
How does a man spend his third day of wakefulness one might ask? Finding sweet fucking pictures of cool shit in Washington of course:
I want one! How come I've never seen this guy before. Isn't he just the neatest thing
Day three boys and girls, and Pat has yet to sleep. I am contemplating a four day push just to see what happens? A few weeks ago I attempted it, but I actually ended up taking two tabs of acid on the third night and that kind of blurred the experiments results. Became very difficult to pinpoint what exactly may have been caused directly by sleep deprivation, and sleep deprivation alone. Regardless, I am slowly closing in on the apparently crucial 72 hour mark, and I am expected to be the other-half of a dinner date this evening. Could be tricky.
How does a man spend his third day of wakefulness one might ask? Finding sweet fucking pictures of cool shit in Washington of course:
I want one! How come I've never seen this guy before. Isn't he just the neatest thing
Tilt-Shift Photography...
...is fucking cool. Oh what I would have done if I had this (faux) miniature set as a kid.
Fuck Yeah
Fuck yeah these guys. Fuck yeah Norwegian mountain ranges. Fuck yeah stunning natural beauty. Fuck yeah Boards of Canada. I just watched this video about eight times. Probably more. Maybe less but doubtful. Full screen HD ftw.
Tuesday, April 5, 2011
Anhedonia
From tuna melts to near-forgotten feelings of languishing hope.
Insomnia, you are a cruel mistress.
So many questions, so many fading dreams, so few answers.
I may well be the embodiment of all that is Rob.
Direction, you have forsaken me.
It doesn't seem to be a factor of finding out where it is I want to go anymore.
More so a realization I have long forgotten how it is I get there.
5am, how you taunt me so.
For the record, the tuna melts were ace.
Oh Bakery Fresh Roll I Have Found What to Place Atop You
I am definitely going to make tuna melts. When was the last time you had a tuna melt? Better yet, when was the last time I had a tuna melt? Can't put a finger on it. Long ass time.
Dear San Diego
dot com.
I have been lead to believe you are the (blog?) of one Matthew Good. Whether true or nay, I would like you to load so I can find out for myself. I found this though: http://dearsandiego.blogspot.com/
I believe it safe to say that is not you, Matt. I just caught wind of some info regarding your website Matt. Says it only runs on Internet Explorer. If there is truth in this, it leaves me in an awkward position Matt. Where do we go from here bud?
Friday, April 1, 2011
The Fox, The Crow and The Cookie
Through mostly vacant streets a Baker from the outskirts of his town earned his living peddling sweets from a ragged cart he dragged around.
The clever Fox crept close behind, kept an ever watchful eye for a chance to steal a ginger spicecake or a boysenberry pie.
Looking down was the hungry Crow:
"When the time is right I'll strike and condescend to the earth below and take whichever treat I like!"
The moment the Baker turned around to shoo the Fox off from his cart, the Crow swooped down and snatched a shortbread cookie and a German chocolate tart.
Using most unfriendly words that the village children had not yet heard, the Baker shouted threats by canzonet to curse the crafty bird:
"You rotten wooden mixing spoon!
Why, you midnight winged raccoon!
You'd better bring those pastries back, you no good, burnt-black-macaroon!!!"
The Fox approached the tree where the bird was perched, delighted, in his nest:
"Brother Crow, don't you remember me?
It's your old friend Fox with a humble request.
If you could share just a modest piece, seeing as I distracted that awful man..."
This failed to persuade the Crow in the least, so the Fox rethought his plan:
"Then, if your lovely song would grace my ears, or, to even hear you speak would ease my pains and fears."
The Crow looked down with the candy in his beak.
"Your poems of wisdom, my Good Crow, what a paradise they bring!"
This flattery pleased the proud bird so, he opened his mouth and began to sing:
"Your subtle acclamation's true, best to give praise where praise is due.
Every rook and jay in the corvidae has been raven about me too!
They admire me, one and all... must be the passion in my 'caw', my slender bill, known through the Escadrille, my fierce, commanding claw..."
[The cookie drops, Fox retrieves it -- there is commotion in the town as the Baker gives chase. Crow is humiliated, realizes he's been tricked, continues his song]
"Ah, I've got a walnut-brownie-brain and molasses in my veins, crushed graham cracker crust, my powdered sugar funnelcake cocaine.
Let the crescent cookie rise!
These carob-colored almond eyes would rest to see my cashew princess in the swirling marble sky.
We'll rest upon the knee where all divisions cease to be and rootbeer float in our Banana Boat across the Tapioca Sea.
When letting all attachments go is the only prayer we know.
May it be so, may it be so, may it be so, oh..."
Amen
The clever Fox crept close behind, kept an ever watchful eye for a chance to steal a ginger spicecake or a boysenberry pie.
Looking down was the hungry Crow:
"When the time is right I'll strike and condescend to the earth below and take whichever treat I like!"
The moment the Baker turned around to shoo the Fox off from his cart, the Crow swooped down and snatched a shortbread cookie and a German chocolate tart.
Using most unfriendly words that the village children had not yet heard, the Baker shouted threats by canzonet to curse the crafty bird:
"You rotten wooden mixing spoon!
Why, you midnight winged raccoon!
You'd better bring those pastries back, you no good, burnt-black-macaroon!!!"
The Fox approached the tree where the bird was perched, delighted, in his nest:
"Brother Crow, don't you remember me?
It's your old friend Fox with a humble request.
If you could share just a modest piece, seeing as I distracted that awful man..."
This failed to persuade the Crow in the least, so the Fox rethought his plan:
"Then, if your lovely song would grace my ears, or, to even hear you speak would ease my pains and fears."
The Crow looked down with the candy in his beak.
"Your poems of wisdom, my Good Crow, what a paradise they bring!"
This flattery pleased the proud bird so, he opened his mouth and began to sing:
"Your subtle acclamation's true, best to give praise where praise is due.
Every rook and jay in the corvidae has been raven about me too!
They admire me, one and all... must be the passion in my 'caw', my slender bill, known through the Escadrille, my fierce, commanding claw..."
[The cookie drops, Fox retrieves it -- there is commotion in the town as the Baker gives chase. Crow is humiliated, realizes he's been tricked, continues his song]
"Ah, I've got a walnut-brownie-brain and molasses in my veins, crushed graham cracker crust, my powdered sugar funnelcake cocaine.
Let the crescent cookie rise!
These carob-colored almond eyes would rest to see my cashew princess in the swirling marble sky.
We'll rest upon the knee where all divisions cease to be and rootbeer float in our Banana Boat across the Tapioca Sea.
When letting all attachments go is the only prayer we know.
May it be so, may it be so, may it be so, oh..."
Amen
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