Musings and more of a despondant 30 year old man, former drug addict, current writer/alcoholic. I'm unmarried, I have no children, and all my dreams are dead, I've wasted my life, and you can too! Never say never. Sometimes prolific, mostly offensive observations about people, life, and the nature of the universe. I'm a communist, your god's a lie, hate mail welcome.
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Here’s a video made by my Japanese girlfriend, she just doesn’t know shes my girlfriend yet...
I dont have boobs so I have to win people over the hard way, you know, wit, and intelligence and, skills therein. It’s not going so well...maybe if i change my tumblr name to tweakerbarbie people will love me. The again MY dad hugged me so I dont need that daddy hug from strangers. Hat off to the dumb sluts of tumblr, cant imagine why ya parents dont give a flying fuck about ya, have some more meth i mean you have a 7th grade education, surely your brain can handle the damage.
In highschool I took Classical literature, creative writing, and poetic verse, I’d like to think I’ve read at least 75% of the things you were all forced to read. of those books maybe 75% of them mattered, if that. I found long after I was forced to read, I read and found things significant to me, not significant as a generalization, and to me that proves most if not all learning is self learning. Don’t real what youre told to, or do and make ya own judgement, learn what you want, dont learn what you dont, as much as society hates it, our brains tend to pick their own topics of specialization unannounced to us, dont be “smart” just use your brain the best you can.
Dickheads.
It's dreamy weather we're on, you waved your crooked wand Along an icy pond, with a frozen moon, a murder of silhouette,crows I saw And the tears on my face, and the skates on the pond They spell Alice
I disappear in your name, but you must wait for me Somewhere across the sea, there's a wreck of a ship Your hair is like meadow grass, on the tide, and the raindrops on my window And the ice in my drink, baby all I can think of is Alice
You know what I LOVE about reformed junkies and what not? even without the junk they’re still awesome at only talking about themselves, their problems, and things relating to them, its good to know suckin ya own metaphoric dick aint contingent on a needle. They’ve learned alot...through Jesus....
( dies laughing )
Last night I dreamt I had a jar of black flies ( you know, the ones that bite ) and my job was to keep adding flies, but only keep so many alive, while killing the rest. Id open the lid fast and mash my hand in and kill so many and scoop them out then add more live ones. Apparently my subconscious brain likes to tie math to living shit or something.
" It wasn't until I was quite big I saw my first train. I climbed up and down the station bridge, quite unaware that its function was to permit people to cross from one track to another. I was convinced that the bridge had been provided to lend an exotic touch and to make the station premises a place of pleasant diversity, like some foreign playground. "
" I remained under this delusion for quite a long time, and for me it was a very refined amusement indeed to climb up and down the bridge. I thought that it was one of the most elegant services provided by the railways. When later I discovered the bridge was nothing but a utilitarian device, I lost all interest in it. "
I really have 30+ plus more years of this shit? Probably closer to 30, but holy shit. I dunno if it’s because I’m smart, or because I’m dumb, but it seems like traditionally we all died by 40-50 for a reason, holy shit is this life thing a mind numbing experience. Buy shit ya dont need, pay to much for a roof to sleep under when ya not working, dread work the time ya under the roof, work to keep the roof, and so on and so on. Just fuckin, just fuckin kill me already...
I come from a long line of drunks, my Mothers family were Swedish Immigrants and my fathers family was German and Irish. Not giving validation to stereotypes, but, all these people have drinking problems. If you read say Angelas Ashes, Frank McCourts dad would work long enough to get paid, drink away all the wadges and lose his job for not showing up, over and over.
He has a way with the drink they say. That’s bullshit and I’ll tell you why, i can remember stories of people in my family drinking canned heat ( that alcohol based fire in a can ) and you’d think that would kill you but scientifically if you mix enough regular alcohol with rubbing alcohol it cancels out the formaldehyde digestion process, though I wouldnt try it...
My family on ALL sides, came from dirt, just, the poorest of the poor, and they ALL had drinking problems, but they all went to work, and they all raised their kids and they all did what they fucking had to do, period. This whole “ Im a junky, I’m an alcoholic, I have no control over my actions because I’m drunk and or on junk “ is horseshit and the worst part is, you know that, even when you’re plowed you know you’re being a selfish asshole.
The root cause of your problem isnt substances, abstaining from said substances is just a crutch, a facilitation of excuse, you need to learn how to drink or smoke or whatever with a little fucking decorum and discipline. A fat person may lose weight and say well im never eating bacon again, the bacon didnt make you fat, the fact that you had to eat 4 plates of it did, the bacons not the problem, the drugs arent the problem, the economy, the people around you arent the problem, your family isnt the problem, the fucking problem is YOU, and you need to change you and not just eliminate all the things that make you a dickhead about life, because there are alot of things...
Here’s a really quick Coma White cover I did oh...atleast 10 years ago, I found this accidentally while looking through some old folder.
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.
Here’s a song I always thought would sound better fingerpicked, of course pulling it off didn’t go ALL that well. Here’s me playing “ You Only Live Once “ by the Strokes, one of the only newish bands I think are worth a fuck
I never get tired of reposting this. Every quote you see above are actual texts from the Bible itself. These are just a few examples of the gruesome stuff your pastor never tells you about.
Here is another song I played on the kids guitar ( its actually a really nice playing spanish guitar its just...small ) which I play admittedly different on purpose, I never liked the original rhythm it doesn’t feel right. Though his is much better, this is Bob Dylans “ You Belong to Me “
You’re not a bad person for the ways you tried to kill your sadness.
(via dignitea)
Here’s me drunkenly playing” Cheap Day Return “ by Jethro Tull, I have terrible audio equipment and suggest headphones to even hear me....
O God, I could be bounded in a nutshell and count myself king of infinite space, were it not that I have bad dreams.
William Shakespeare - Hamlet
#14 - Good 2 [1]
(Text Description - The comic is 5 panels. Normal is gazing through his window, holding his “world’s most normal robot” mug. Some pigeons are sat along the balcony rail outside. One particularly friendly birb coos. Normal takes a sip from his mug and replies “yes. Good.”)
(single page)
Just how much money is enough money to realize you don’t need money? About Jim Carrey amount, dont get a Dave Chapelle amount though because then you’ll flip out, go to africa, and come back a chainsmoking dickhead.
...this, this drinks on you, right?
This was actually played on a kids guitar, with one of those cheap stretchy capos, it turned out well besides the usual shitty audio quality (again I suggest headphones), anyways, here’s me playing John Prine’s “ Hello in There “ Mistakes were made, i can live with them, Bob Dylan only ever did one take, why should I do more?
“ Dead “