I would like to respond to "The Show" by Ray with the married version:
Take a bath... I want to eat you out
20030722
20030721
THANKS FOR PLAYING!
you need cash for wheels,
and your microwave meals.
you're dressed up like a tool,
like your parents want you to.
you don't like the game,
but you play it everyday.
your hair is short and straight,
to help you get a date.
but they never seem to work,
you've got to many quirks.
you don't feel you can win,
too late to start again.
and if you do not place
at least you get a taste.
try being a part of a team
and take comfort in routine.
at least you get some pay,
at the end of the business day.
and doctor says
"cut back on fats,
or the next one that hits
will be your last!"
and you'll loose the game.
(but you will anyway)
so thanks for playing our game,
that you can't win at all,
so you might as well stall,
but don't look down
if you fall.
when you fail.
you need cash for wheels,
and your microwave meals.
you're dressed up like a tool,
like your parents want you to.
you don't like the game,
but you play it everyday.
your hair is short and straight,
to help you get a date.
but they never seem to work,
you've got to many quirks.
you don't feel you can win,
too late to start again.
and if you do not place
at least you get a taste.
try being a part of a team
and take comfort in routine.
at least you get some pay,
at the end of the business day.
and doctor says
"cut back on fats,
or the next one that hits
will be your last!"
and you'll loose the game.
(but you will anyway)
so thanks for playing our game,
that you can't win at all,
so you might as well stall,
but don't look down
if you fall.
when you fail.
Virds
Words, words, words
Just like little turds
Floating through my head.
Do I have the time
To attempt a stupid rhyme?
Poetry has long since been dead.
Thoughts, thoughts, thoughts
Thinking that they ought
To afford my daily bread.
But life is very fun.
Just look at everyone
Waiting to be told what to dread.
Words, words, words
Just like little turds
Floating through my head.
Do I have the time
To attempt a stupid rhyme?
Poetry has long since been dead.
Thoughts, thoughts, thoughts
Thinking that they ought
To afford my daily bread.
But life is very fun.
Just look at everyone
Waiting to be told what to dread.
People are promoted to their level of incompetence.
He was a great worker, so he was promoted to supervisor.
He was a fine supervisor, so he was promoted to foreman.
He was a decent foreman, so he was promoted to manager.
He is a shitty manager so he STAYS a manager. Who would promote such a shitty manager?
He was a great worker, so he was promoted to supervisor.
He was a fine supervisor, so he was promoted to foreman.
He was a decent foreman, so he was promoted to manager.
He is a shitty manager so he STAYS a manager. Who would promote such a shitty manager?
The Show
His eyes met her gleam from across the floor. Her pull was magnetic. He had to go to her; to touch her. To hold her.
The palm of his hand gently stroked the back of her neck, as if he was unsure of where to start. His fingers began to move slowly, mechanically. His other hand grazed her belly and sent electric signals up her spine.
She was at his command.
His fingers began to move wildly, yet always in intricate patterns. He began to shift his hand up her neck, increasing the tension. His other hand strummed and played more violently at her midsection.
They watched him in awe from afar. Amazement betrayed their composure as they realized the intensity with which he controlled her. It was a feat that surely, they themselves, could not perform.
His hand continued to creep up her neck. His fingers flying more violently with every heartbeat. Always moving. Always increasing the pressure. His other hand nearly pounded at her midsection. He began to grind his pelvis into her back, gyrating seductively.
His hand, still moving up her neck, flew quickly now. The tension was unbearable. She began to squeal a shrill tortured cry. His hand beat and banged, his groin still grinding into her back, as his other hand finally reached the top of her neck. He held her there as she let out an orgasmic scream, a sustained cry of pleasure. And then they collapsed together.
They clapped.
He bowed.
His eyes met her gleam from across the floor. Her pull was magnetic. He had to go to her; to touch her. To hold her.
The palm of his hand gently stroked the back of her neck, as if he was unsure of where to start. His fingers began to move slowly, mechanically. His other hand grazed her belly and sent electric signals up her spine.
She was at his command.
His fingers began to move wildly, yet always in intricate patterns. He began to shift his hand up her neck, increasing the tension. His other hand strummed and played more violently at her midsection.
They watched him in awe from afar. Amazement betrayed their composure as they realized the intensity with which he controlled her. It was a feat that surely, they themselves, could not perform.
His hand continued to creep up her neck. His fingers flying more violently with every heartbeat. Always moving. Always increasing the pressure. His other hand nearly pounded at her midsection. He began to grind his pelvis into her back, gyrating seductively.
His hand, still moving up her neck, flew quickly now. The tension was unbearable. She began to squeal a shrill tortured cry. His hand beat and banged, his groin still grinding into her back, as his other hand finally reached the top of her neck. He held her there as she let out an orgasmic scream, a sustained cry of pleasure. And then they collapsed together.
They clapped.
He bowed.
DOM ON DREAMS
I am much more interesting asleep than awake and here is why...
Whenever I dream it involves one of these main topics, many of them violent and/or disturbing:
Fighting a HUGE battle for my backyard.
Being chased by bad guys, hellecoptors or "robotic sharks"
Finding a place to live...underground.
Buying or getting something very interesting of monetary worth and only after the first minutes of being awake do I realize that I didn't really get it. For example: Neil Young's guitar with bottle caps stuck to it or that lunar rover with the lowrider wheels (1 of only 5 made mind you).
Music. Very pretty music played by very dirty people.
Being interviewed and vomiting on my interviewer because I'm supposed to be some artistic "genius".
There are certain things however that remain consistant:
I can fly if I really need to yet when I do most topography looks like MS Flight Simulator.
Somehow fish (robotic sharks) are involved usually in an aquarium or large body of water. Often I have to save them from dying by putting dried fish into a bucket of water. Just like reconstituted onions in a fine packaged broth.
I can't run normally, but if I move my legs slowly and push off very hard I can bound for great lenghts, thus outpacing my opponent/would be murderer.
I don't look anything like myself. Rather I am a much better looking person with a completely different voice.
I know kung fu.
I am much more interesting asleep than awake and here is why...
Whenever I dream it involves one of these main topics, many of them violent and/or disturbing:
Fighting a HUGE battle for my backyard.
Being chased by bad guys, hellecoptors or "robotic sharks"
Finding a place to live...underground.
Buying or getting something very interesting of monetary worth and only after the first minutes of being awake do I realize that I didn't really get it. For example: Neil Young's guitar with bottle caps stuck to it or that lunar rover with the lowrider wheels (1 of only 5 made mind you).
Music. Very pretty music played by very dirty people.
Being interviewed and vomiting on my interviewer because I'm supposed to be some artistic "genius".
There are certain things however that remain consistant:
I can fly if I really need to yet when I do most topography looks like MS Flight Simulator.
Somehow fish (robotic sharks) are involved usually in an aquarium or large body of water. Often I have to save them from dying by putting dried fish into a bucket of water. Just like reconstituted onions in a fine packaged broth.
I can't run normally, but if I move my legs slowly and push off very hard I can bound for great lenghts, thus outpacing my opponent/would be murderer.
I don't look anything like myself. Rather I am a much better looking person with a completely different voice.
I know kung fu.
Almost a week ago I broke up with my girlfriend. I am sad and lonely. I think it was the right thing to do.
A few days ago we did the mutual exchange of belongings. She gave me back a mix CD I made for her. I wrote "Chansons de l'amour pour ma petite amie, si belle..." on it.
It hurts to look at it, but the songs are so good I just can't help but be proud- Otis Redding, Al Green, Lauryn Hill, The Strokes, 50 Cent, The Doors, The Beatles...
A few days ago we did the mutual exchange of belongings. She gave me back a mix CD I made for her. I wrote "Chansons de l'amour pour ma petite amie, si belle..." on it.
It hurts to look at it, but the songs are so good I just can't help but be proud- Otis Redding, Al Green, Lauryn Hill, The Strokes, 50 Cent, The Doors, The Beatles...
This is my new "thrash metal" song. I'm quite proud of it. It's called:
Go To Hell
Kill yer dog; Drink its blood. (fast)
Masturbate; Pound yer pud.
Tell Jesus Christ to suck yer dick
And his flock of sheep to eat your shit.
GO TO HELL! (half time)
GO TO HELL!
Fuck yer brother; Fuck yer mom.
Hit a church with a home made bomb.
Drop acid every other night
Find a priest and pick a fight.
GO TO HELL!
GO TO HELL!
(Guitar solo)
Steal a car; Kill a cop.
Sit around and eat a lot.
Stab a child with a hunting knife.
Covet every neighbor's wife.
GO TO HELL!
GO TO HELL!
Go To Hell
Kill yer dog; Drink its blood. (fast)
Masturbate; Pound yer pud.
Tell Jesus Christ to suck yer dick
And his flock of sheep to eat your shit.
GO TO HELL! (half time)
GO TO HELL!
Fuck yer brother; Fuck yer mom.
Hit a church with a home made bomb.
Drop acid every other night
Find a priest and pick a fight.
GO TO HELL!
GO TO HELL!
(Guitar solo)
Steal a car; Kill a cop.
Sit around and eat a lot.
Stab a child with a hunting knife.
Covet every neighbor's wife.
GO TO HELL!
GO TO HELL!
20030720
"No longer empty and frantic like a cat tied to a stick"
My wife's friend was just dropped off at our house, crying as we met her. Her boyfriend had verbally assaulted her on the car drive over to the point where she jumped out of a (slowly) moving car. Her desire not to listen to Rage Against the Machine was the culprit this time. Instead of a weekend trip to the zoo, she is without a car, respect, and probably boyfriend and roommate. I once jumped out of a moving car from a verbal lashing. I got three cuts on my arms and shoulders, as well as ruined my wallet, a gift from my family. It really sucked, but life moved on. I never respected the person the same way though. The person was not my lover, but a long time friend. I don't know how much of a glutton for punishment this girl is, but this isn't the first time, and if given another chance, it probably won't be the last.
My wife's friend was just dropped off at our house, crying as we met her. Her boyfriend had verbally assaulted her on the car drive over to the point where she jumped out of a (slowly) moving car. Her desire not to listen to Rage Against the Machine was the culprit this time. Instead of a weekend trip to the zoo, she is without a car, respect, and probably boyfriend and roommate. I once jumped out of a moving car from a verbal lashing. I got three cuts on my arms and shoulders, as well as ruined my wallet, a gift from my family. It really sucked, but life moved on. I never respected the person the same way though. The person was not my lover, but a long time friend. I don't know how much of a glutton for punishment this girl is, but this isn't the first time, and if given another chance, it probably won't be the last.
20030718
I believe that beat driven music has been the future of music for some time now, at least 50 or 60 years or so. None of my teachers at SDSU seem to understand this. I don't mean that it's just the future of popular music, I mean it's the future of serious composition as well. This is what I've been realizing over the past few months. The beat complexity in some new music is just as complex and thought out as any Bach melody.
I shouldn't have to justify this but given my current surrounding I feel I do. I also feel that my commentary is old news to a lot of people- hey, at least I'm getting with the program, better late than never. What I'm really trying to do is predict the future of music. It appears that all new music of value is scorned by the old school because it is too simplistic and can be explained away even to a non-musician in a matter of hours. That opinion, to me, is the height of naivete at best and at worst, the height of elite arrogance.
I shouldn't have to justify this but given my current surrounding I feel I do. I also feel that my commentary is old news to a lot of people- hey, at least I'm getting with the program, better late than never. What I'm really trying to do is predict the future of music. It appears that all new music of value is scorned by the old school because it is too simplistic and can be explained away even to a non-musician in a matter of hours. That opinion, to me, is the height of naivete at best and at worst, the height of elite arrogance.
The world is a snail, crawling across the pavement on a rainy day.
With instinct, it rushes into the great unknown
Maybe it will be better this time
Maybe there is more to life than standing still
Getting fat off the land
Hiding safely in the planter, eating flowers
The snail fears the summer heat
But he is fooled by the gentle rain
It sees its window of opportunity and charges
Foolish, foolish snail
You could not get out of the way of my shoe
With instinct, it rushes into the great unknown
Maybe it will be better this time
Maybe there is more to life than standing still
Getting fat off the land
Hiding safely in the planter, eating flowers
The snail fears the summer heat
But he is fooled by the gentle rain
It sees its window of opportunity and charges
Foolish, foolish snail
You could not get out of the way of my shoe
20030717
FUTILITY ON THE MOVE
As I sit here and ploddingly chip away at the leaning tower of items in my inbox waiting to be shipped all over the country, I ponder the stupidity of what I get paid for. Things arive, stay a while and then eventually go back to whence they came. I am just a layover in a vast pointless loop around the country. In New York someone signs a paper, sends it here to San Diego, someone looks at it and possibly stamps it PRIORITY, it ends up on my desk (in reality a dowdy folding picnic table with a computer on it) and I send it back. Many times I have wondered about typing a shipping slip, wrapping myself up and send myself along on a journey arriving at some dumfounded idiot's door punching them in the face affix a return slip to my forehead and arrive home the next day refreshed.
As I sit here and ploddingly chip away at the leaning tower of items in my inbox waiting to be shipped all over the country, I ponder the stupidity of what I get paid for. Things arive, stay a while and then eventually go back to whence they came. I am just a layover in a vast pointless loop around the country. In New York someone signs a paper, sends it here to San Diego, someone looks at it and possibly stamps it PRIORITY, it ends up on my desk (in reality a dowdy folding picnic table with a computer on it) and I send it back. Many times I have wondered about typing a shipping slip, wrapping myself up and send myself along on a journey arriving at some dumfounded idiot's door punching them in the face affix a return slip to my forehead and arrive home the next day refreshed.
20030716
Last night a man got stabbed across the street from my apartment. I'm not blaming George W. Bush for it but I think he's making harder for me to move out of the fucking neighborhood.
I read in Time magazine that Donald Rumsfeld says we're spending 3.9 billion dollars a month to occupy Iraq. Meanwhile the government is decreasing education funding to such an extent that some of the classes I need to graduate are no longer being offered.
How am I supposed to persue happiness when a rich man takes part of my wages and uses it to fund a war, rather than my education?
I can't help but feel that if we weren't still slaves to a master, subjects to a monarch, serfs to a tsar, our soldiers would stop fighting and come back to their homes.
I read in Time magazine that Donald Rumsfeld says we're spending 3.9 billion dollars a month to occupy Iraq. Meanwhile the government is decreasing education funding to such an extent that some of the classes I need to graduate are no longer being offered.
How am I supposed to persue happiness when a rich man takes part of my wages and uses it to fund a war, rather than my education?
I can't help but feel that if we weren't still slaves to a master, subjects to a monarch, serfs to a tsar, our soldiers would stop fighting and come back to their homes.
20030709
Bj's gay porno crazed ramblings?
Whenever I'm in a relationship, I freak out. I feel trapped when I can't communicate with the person I'm with. I was expressing this to Greg earlier today. He made me laugh despite myself:
De : DOUZON Gregory
A : tom amans
Objet : RE:______La_dinde_va_passer_à_la_casserole_:))
Get your pussy out of my seat !! I don't remember to who I spoke in these words (the words you taught me of course Hé hé hé) Was it Aaron or maybe Ray ?? I can't remember !
I see she is the one who tries to kill you by fucking over and over again... Pretty tough Thomas... A year of extreme fucking and still alive ?!!! Dammit !!! That's good !!
De : tom amans
A : DOUZON Gregory
Objet : RE:______La_dinde_va_passer_à_la_casserole_:))
No it's the opposite! I think I fuck her too much.
It's almost impossible to be subtle with that woman. If I want something from her I have to ask her very bluntly, many times. By the time she understands, I'm already very pissed off. Communication breakdown.
You said that to Bob. He still remembers it because he got totally destroyed!
De : DOUZON Gregory
A : tom amans
Objet : RE:______La_dinde_va_passer_à_la_casserole_:))
Oh Yeah Bob...
Ok I got it. You want to have the anus experience, right ? Well don't ask...and say you are sorry after...I mean when she stop howling STOOOOOOOOP
I need to go home and stop saying obscenities
I'm sure it's because Marilyn Manson..Be obscene..Be obscen..I like
this song..M Hé Hé Hé
Have a nice day Tom !
And don't forget : "Le mieux est l'ennemi du bien" !!!!
De : tom amans
A : DOUZON Gregory
Objet : RE:______La_dinde_va_passer_à_la_casserole_:))
Greg, you're...amazing.
De : DOUZON Gregory
A : tom amans
Objet : RE:______La_dinde_va_passer_à_la_casserole_:))
I hope I am amazingly funny and not amazingly thick ;-)))
Love
A bientôt !!
Whenever I'm in a relationship, I freak out. I feel trapped when I can't communicate with the person I'm with. I was expressing this to Greg earlier today. He made me laugh despite myself:
De : DOUZON Gregory
A : tom amans
Objet : RE:______La_dinde_va_passer_à_la_casserole_:))
Get your pussy out of my seat !! I don't remember to who I spoke in these words (the words you taught me of course Hé hé hé) Was it Aaron or maybe Ray ?? I can't remember !
I see she is the one who tries to kill you by fucking over and over again... Pretty tough Thomas... A year of extreme fucking and still alive ?!!! Dammit !!! That's good !!
De : tom amans
A : DOUZON Gregory
Objet : RE:______La_dinde_va_passer_à_la_casserole_:))
No it's the opposite! I think I fuck her too much.
It's almost impossible to be subtle with that woman. If I want something from her I have to ask her very bluntly, many times. By the time she understands, I'm already very pissed off. Communication breakdown.
You said that to Bob. He still remembers it because he got totally destroyed!
De : DOUZON Gregory
A : tom amans
Objet : RE:______La_dinde_va_passer_à_la_casserole_:))
Oh Yeah Bob...
Ok I got it. You want to have the anus experience, right ? Well don't ask...and say you are sorry after...I mean when she stop howling STOOOOOOOOP
I need to go home and stop saying obscenities
I'm sure it's because Marilyn Manson..Be obscene..Be obscen..I like
this song..M Hé Hé Hé
Have a nice day Tom !
And don't forget : "Le mieux est l'ennemi du bien" !!!!
De : tom amans
A : DOUZON Gregory
Objet : RE:______La_dinde_va_passer_à_la_casserole_:))
Greg, you're...amazing.
De : DOUZON Gregory
A : tom amans
Objet : RE:______La_dinde_va_passer_à_la_casserole_:))
I hope I am amazingly funny and not amazingly thick ;-)))
Love
A bientôt !!
20030624
Race Relations Part IV
I broke the news to Kelly. She got very upset and said it brought back childhood memories of friends' parents not letting her come over because she's black. She suggested that I go visit my grandparents while she waits with my stepmom.
No fucking way.
It makes me feel so ashamed, so dirty to have these people, so filled with misdirected rage, related to me at all. But I guess we don't choose our hands, do we? Aw fuck that platitude bullshit, I wonder what they would say if i was dating a black MAN. I mean, come on gramps, it's not THAT bad...
I broke the news to Kelly. She got very upset and said it brought back childhood memories of friends' parents not letting her come over because she's black. She suggested that I go visit my grandparents while she waits with my stepmom.
No fucking way.
It makes me feel so ashamed, so dirty to have these people, so filled with misdirected rage, related to me at all. But I guess we don't choose our hands, do we? Aw fuck that platitude bullshit, I wonder what they would say if i was dating a black MAN. I mean, come on gramps, it's not THAT bad...
20030623
I got a response from my grandparents. It was very concise; thank you for the warning and yes, a visit would be very uncomfortable at this time. Maybe later.
I think racism is an extreme form of displacement. Someone feels so badly about themselves or so completely not in control of their lives that hatred becomes an outlet. How else could someone despise the presence of someone they've never met and disown a family member? I dunno; it hurts more than I thought it would. That's probably why I was avoiding it.
I just want to explain to my grandfather that poon is poon. Black, white, brown- it all feels good. After that, it's all about what's attached to it; can you have a stimulating conversation with it, does it make you laugh, does it still love you after the hard times, when you curse and scream in a drunken fit?
I think racism is an extreme form of displacement. Someone feels so badly about themselves or so completely not in control of their lives that hatred becomes an outlet. How else could someone despise the presence of someone they've never met and disown a family member? I dunno; it hurts more than I thought it would. That's probably why I was avoiding it.
I just want to explain to my grandfather that poon is poon. Black, white, brown- it all feels good. After that, it's all about what's attached to it; can you have a stimulating conversation with it, does it make you laugh, does it still love you after the hard times, when you curse and scream in a drunken fit?
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