I CAN'T BE BOTHERED! I CAN BE BOTHERED! NO I CAN'T

I wrote a rant about the jerkiness of people what like music and don't and why they're cunts but I'm too old to whine on about that stuff, I've reached the age where I just seethe quietly and mutter under my breath about what an insufferable jerk the man stood next to me criticising my choice of CD for the fact that they "Sound like a bunch of shepherds in a cave. Oh look! Baa-aaa! Baa-aaa! They sound like sheep!" THE MAN'S AN ARSE. I bet he likes classical music because it's SMART, the prize bellend. What a cock. ANYONE like that is a diiiiiiick. Kids who listen to emo (or ten years ago nu-metal, ten years before, goth or some shit I dunno, I can't remember) to help them "express themselves" or because it "connects" can all FUCK OFF ONTO A BUS, or alternatively just accept that they're teenagers and get some kind of smug wank on, I don't care, or I dunno, jump up and down for twenty minutes, see if you still need to express yrself then...
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Just, the whole rant I just deleted and rewrote (..um) the whole fucking point is I guess the idea of listening to music for anything anything anything anything other than the feeling of "I AM HEARING SOUNDS OR A LACK THEREOF THAT I FIND VERY VERY PLEASING" is totally stupid, stupid like wiping your arse with your own cock (if you're hung like an acorn, ie.. me)...
whyyyyeyeyeyeyyy? I understand why, just not WHY... huh. I'm just a dick I guess.

Something else but I forgot oh well waaaaaambulance on its way you UNBEARABLE DICK MASCOT (me).


Boring to always talk about bloody dreams though, but I had a dream I was working... in France, outside (just seemed nice I GUESS, what am I know-what-I'm-on-about-man?), and then a BIG GYPSY and his FRIEND came and STOLE my SAMPLER and PUNCHED ME, and when I tried to fight them ALL MY STUFF got stolen. It sucked so bad. I went to a market and FOUND THEM, reported them to the police, but they didn't like me and I got deported. Without all my stuff. Shit.
I got home and found that a friend had moved into my bedsit, but they said it was ok because I had bunkbeds.

This dream sucked so bad I woke up early and in a foul mood. I went to sleep for another few hours and woke up in ANOTHER foul mood. Probably the same mood.

I'm in a "QUITE GOOD" mood now. "HOORAY"

Whatevs, I'm gonna go stab ghosts and make a mixtape for drum-manboy-forgotten-his-name


it's Joe. I think (sometimes you can't remember people's names ever so you just call them "hey", or "dude", or "YOU").

I was talking to a bit of a hero of mine on facebook. Look we're all "friends" and that now.
Exciting. "eeeeeee"

I haven't written anything about my fucking life lately because I just couldn't be bothered.
I will wait until I can just be bothered.

WINTER'S CACK!

I tried, I tried I trie-e-i-e-ied to get out of bed, but what with this towering structure beginning 3mm away from my face I was unable to move for fear of dislodging it and making it all COLLAPS and the whole thing was on fire anyway so I wouldn't want to burn my flat down too.


I had a dream that a giant Daily Mail attacked me in somebody's garden.

I'M AM NOT ROCK AND ROLL

I'm doing sudoku in the dressing room whilst listening to the breeders

this is fucking awesome.

Pushed over the moon into a hole (Ohhh fat)

FLIP HECK

We watched Terminators 1 2 and 3 in the FUCKING VAN WE DROVE IN

ONE NIGHT

The hotel was ok and I just had CHIPS FOR DINNER

YESTERDAY the hotel was TOO NICE and the room was BIGGER than and BETTER THAN my own flat

DAMN!

It had a motherfucking HI-FI

and COFFEE BAGSZ!

But then instead I HAD DINNER

Which was chicken

I think - with some VEGETABLESZ and then a strange dessert

made of cream

I think

ugh

it was nice

but uth

I mean "ugh"

I'M GONNA GIVE UP (or at least try and stay away from) WHEAT

Because I've gone fat all of a sudden

and I don't like all the chub-ness-ness of me

Flabby gross face and I want to DOOO something about it

I want to do a more exercise (which is hard when you are a tour but then it will be over-o)

and eat BETTER

even though I don't eat much

I think I eat a bunch of crap

and it IS TACKING ITS TOLLLLLLL ON MY FACE AND GUT AND TITTTTTES

Shiny New Feelers

Right alright didn't we just come all to COLOGNE right now where we jive like some dickholes and last night we played some music to people

OH EXCITING

But I happened upon beer and then beer and again beer until it took my fancy that I would be a dancer for the evening

to techno

and then to dub

which I thought I liked for about 5 minutes

then remembered I THINK IT GHASTLY

Then went into the room of TECHNO again

but in the dub room went DANCEHALL

which was betternessitude

but only through some beer

But then a MISTAKE of watching two hours of simpsons

Came out of the telly

early in the morning

and I had to get up

early in the morning.

Now I'm in Cologne and it's cold

the support band are A BIT SHIT

We're gonna play

THIS BLOG IS BORING!

Onanamu?

NO!

BORED! as all this gloom o' time o' yeer comes raging downhill with a flag that says SORRY I'M LATE
and it's frustration see what that I can see thru other people's BLOGS what all you do feel the bloody same, NA?! YEH! That we all wanna change and see this clean green-tint lite fresh air away from the beef-stock jerk-air moanin' thru the nite
and i wake up
each day
and for the love of god I can't think of any reason to get outta my fuckin' bed
until I have an obligation to do so
no schedule or anything, no routine that's real to speak of, which is ok, or so it USED to be ok, ok?
Sick to bloody death of my stinkin' flat o'DEATH sick to the back face of these stre-stre-streeeeets I trundle aroun' on, glarin agape at the sky thinkin' good-sweet-damn if I keep staring I'll get wet eyed
'cause the SKY is a crushin' thud of a cracked up drone what smashes my spirit to shreds and my sick shitty flat is the warm place with quietiness and that's a whole bowl of wack
so-does-I-go-agoraphobic?
Maybe being superfuckinskint is some kind of lead from it
if I could at least afford to keep myself in coffee and socks I could at least trundle up n down some roads without the "what's the point" feeling gurning away my churn of guts the whole time
and maybe the blisters on my feet
or how gosh-damn awkward I feel everytime I leave the house

Whatevum
it all yells
GREEN-HOLY-CHANGE
at me
Gonna go away on tour w/beak
don't reeeeeally care that much
that band's stolen so much of my time
and I've got content with it
and grown contemptuous thru it
so i've got slack
and mouldy
beefstockbrownair pervades thru the whole god-damn thing

It's no priority
but it pays.
Shucks

I felt excited, got offered a show
thinking about colours for records
each an arc of a wing of some neutral deity
Enuff of the label
need some others
who gives a shit eh.
Hmm.
Someplace.

Sketch and scheme
but i always talk of change
it's scary
but it's ok if it's slow
but damn I need it.
I have to LEARN and I have to DO and I have to BE and I can't STOP be STILL with things and maybe I need a better SOCIAL LIFE? but then again maybe I don't... i've cut off hundereds (NOT LITERALLY) this year and haven't had any avenues a-freshness a-open despite the yearn

but the yearn's a-healthy
Nietzsche had it rite
struggle + get BETTER
rather than avoid it all
to stay out of difffffffffcklty