Wasted-life-musings - Musings Of A Wasted Life

Shamisen > Banjo.  Lady Gaga like you’ve never heard

The Big Storm / My Halloween Adventure

For those of you who don’t know, a big storm just hit new england, some people are going to be without power for up to 6 days here.  So the other day I woke up with no power, fully expecting to not have it back for awhile, so I did what any responsible adult would do...I bought a bag of mushrooms, went to the first bar with power i could find, and tripped my face off. 

I wont fully get into how weird the night was because mushrooms make everything weird, but the bar, we all bought mushrooms basically, so it was a bar full of people tripping, and in usual Caucasian style everyone started fighting and being fuckin weird, which made it weird for me, i also consumed twice as much as most of them and was maintaining well.

I remember at one point before the fighting, the tripping people were already tripping, and me being large and having such a high tolerance i wasnt yet.  so they kept tabs on me basically ( these are all people i know, that i drink with ) and at one point im finally tripping my face off, im starring at a chalk board of smudged erase marks, and its rippling like fabric, and the image i saw vaguely was an ape smiling at me, and i hear my name yelled, and i look up and the whole bar is starring at me, and i waved and said, hi, whats up.  and they you know asked how i was doing ( they knew it had finally hit me ) and i says you know, i was good til the whole bar was looking at me, thats weirding me out, etc.

So let me paint a picture, i leave the bar tripping, i had left my car window open the day before so it was damp, and the inside of the window was so wet i couldnt see.  I tried to wipe it with my jacket, which of course just smeared all the nicotine, and my car does this fun thing, when its wet the heat doesnt work and it squeels if you try, of course i dont want to be noticed so i cant use the heat.

So here i am, after eating oh, maybe a quarter of mushrooms when all is said and done, and im driving home blind, i mean if i was sober id have still been blind.  the roads look wider than they are, too wide, then too narrow, everytime a car passes me im blinded by light and have to just try and keep a straight line. 

I come home to an empty, dark house, maybe 50 degrees, no power, no heat.  so I light a bunch of candles, and play my guitar, and feel you know, strange.  I went to sleep at somepoint, and kept getting like a sort of, i heard a chatter of random things said to me, and blips of faces, of course on mushrooms when you shut your eyes often you get weird colorful geometric patterns which i was getting too, so im not sure if i actually slept or what, sleep was hard.

Thats my halloween story, no power, tripping my brains out.

“ For seven long years I’ve been in prison, for 7 long more I have to stay, just for knocking a man down in an alley, and taking his gold watch away.  Sitting alone, sad all alone, sitting in my cell, all alone, oh thinking of those good times gone by me, knowing that I once had a home “

Scientology: Really?! C’mon...

- Xenu kidnaps us

- dumps us in volcano, vacuums up our souls

- puts us in a false reality

- we escape into monkeys

- Tom Cruise

Are you, are you fuckin kidding me?  Hubbard lived on a boat with a bunch of little boys, wrote really terrible scifi novels, and got laughed right the fuck out of the scientific and medical community for a reason.

- pay money to learn the secrets ( we all now know )

- get to OT whatever the fuck for well over a million dollars

- get told the ultimate secret is that you were you all along but needed the other steps to shed away the not you to find the you, now go live your life ( no refunds )

No one can speak out now that you know, its 75% lawyers coincidentally.  Oops, Sue me Scientology, I don’t have any money, stalk me, I’m a lonely guy i could use the company, Harass my family, i dont have much anyways.  Of all the religions that are a lie, of all the cults that are goofy as all fuck, you guys really take the space cake, you even got Mormons goin like, what the fuck dude?!

Shakes the Clown

H.R. Giger. No Title, 21B. 1964.

Rap started as African American expressionism, done in minimalist fashion due to lack of equipment, it started as early as the 50′s in one form or another.  It has since gone from expressionism to capitalism, but we wont get into that.  I find though, ironically, Shakespearean English may have rolled off the tongue nicely but modern English is very bumbly and flows only due to added suffixes, in my opinion anyways.

I find it amazing all the international rap I hear, Russian I think is THE perfect language for rap ( really I’ve always thought Russian was a beautiful language anyways, French is very overrated ) but English being the bastard Child of low German and Scandinavian dialects, you’d think say German rap would be just as bumbly as English, yet somehow even IT flows very nicely in poetic verse.  I’m actually a German speaker, but that has nothing to do with this post other than i know the lyrics to this song aren’t overly deep or creative, BUT, the flow for a language usually considered ugly is, incredible to me, and Sido has always done it well.

Who says Germans arent poetic