Saturday, December 15, 2018

HAVE SOME WARM WATER TEA AND RELAX

BIG FLASH BLUES

Life is always some war or another
Some people care and some don't bother
But now it's time to get on with that show
Jump your blood and feel so special

Stars are crawling through your mind
A Heaven of your own devise
Find some big truth in a flash
Get dressed and take out the trash

Thursday, December 06, 2018

THE SIGNATURE IS THE MESSAGE

PLANET DUMP: REPORT THREE

Some people think that Planet Dump has elected an ultramilitaristic president. They should visit Planet Ship and get inside the area controlled by the Pure State Movement. Not that I think that things are going great on Planet Dump. No amount of Moo could make that true.

Monday, November 19, 2018

WELCOME TO RIO HERE IS YOUR BULLETPROOF VEST

PLANET DUMP: REPORT TWO

If you do not know Planet Dump, just imagine Planet Earth. Planet Dump looks like a country named Brazil in the year 2018. That's right. We don't even have flying cars. But I can't complain because my job at the National Undead Letter Office (or NULO) pays for a couple of shots of Moonbrine after work. Moonbrine (or simply Moo) is brown and not unlike the most lethal whisky ever. There are worse places than Planet Dump. More about those awful planets later. Maybe. It's not like I need more depressing news. We are not allowed to drink Moo at work because it could lead to dancing.

Tuesday, October 16, 2018

TO SEE

I mean I must be doing this WRITINGDRAWING stuff in four books at the same time and this means it will get even more fragmented and it will surely make things harder to assemble should we ever find some use to these observations. WHEN IN DOUBT JUST GO AHEAD AND DRAW OR PAINT SOMETHING THAT COULD BE CALLED A PHALLIC SYMBOL OR JUST A PLAIN HARD COCK OR DILDO and there were thin transparent gelatin sheets flying between me and the grey clouds my eyes must be too fantastic now the cars seem to be sleeping somewhere else there is no sign of people except a couple of guys I'm not even sure exist outside my mind and there is something glorious about the multitude of greys in the sky and maybe they are secretly laughing about me the bastards but I'm too high to care or even laugh there's so much TO SEE.

Monday, October 15, 2018

RIGHT NOW

Two glasses of tea. Even the insomniac are asleep I guess. Went out for a walk. Surprised it was daylight already. Told a girl the other night that her nose looked like the nose of some guitar player. I did NOT have some sexual idea about her. OK. She was beautiful but I DID NOT REALLY wanted to fuck then and DON'T WANT to fuck her now. But that does not mean I MEAN THAT DON'T MEAN SHIT 'CAUSE I PROBABLY SCARED THE POOR FUCKER SO SHE KISSED HER FRIEND AND LOOKED LIKE SHE WAS TRYING TO CONVINCE ME HE WAS HER BOYFRIEND BUT FUCK IT ALL THEY ALL LOOKED LIKE SCARED ASEXUAL KIDS AND I AM SORRY IF THEY WERE SCARED BY MY TRYING TO CHAT BUT I'M ALSO NOT VERY MUCH SORRY NO WAY FUCK THIS SHIT FUCK THIS PARANOIA IT'S OK IF THEY ARE ASEXUAL BUT THEIR PARANOIA IS A BIT TOO MUCH AND SO I AM LIKE A LOT OF PRETTY TOUCHY EMOTIONAL IDIOTS OUT THERE WE NEED SOME EFFECTIVE AND I MEAN REALLY EFFECTIVE THERAPY TO STOP BEING SUCH BIG CLOSET EGOMANIACS and what else can I say at least I think MY therapy is working you think I'M an asshole you should have seen me two years ago or your face in the mirror RIGHT NOW.

Tuesday, October 09, 2018

INTERCEPTED SEPTEMBER.28.2018

INTERCEPTED SEPTEMBER.28.2018: Yesterday I played two tracks of about thirty minutes at the same time to make a new song. Melody Laughter (by The Velvet Underground) and Noise Loop (by The Flaming Lips). Let us call it Melody Noise. Hit The Velvet first.

Saturday, October 06, 2018

PLANET DUMP: REPORT ONE

I am going to pretend I am new to Planet Dump. Like I was inside the brain of some guy who was born here. It smells bad the place but the drugs are good. Some are even LEGAL.

Wednesday, May 16, 2018

UNTITLED POST

I TAKE LONG SHOWERS TO SAVE THE PLANET FROM MY SMELL

TRUTH TRUMPS GOOD MANNERS ONLY WHEN THERE IS RISK OF DEATH

YOUR BOOK IS SO BORING IT COULD BE A HOLY TEXT

NO YASH TILL BROOKLYN

LAST LETTER

This book suggested writing a letter to friends and family to be read as my LAST LETTER after my death. I guess mine would read like this:

I am only dead because I have lived and more than fifty years is OK. I am grateful. I was raised to be a Roman Catholic but started having serious doubts when I was fourteen and now I believe the Jewish people are right and the Messiah has not showed up and G-d only knows the day it will happen. I have tried to be a good person and that's all I can ask of you. Shalom.