Sunday, 25 September, 2011
sboiled
last night was hella fun.
haven't played a show in a long time.
got me off real good.
i sweated lots and dranked lots.
bike is still my favorite van-band.
cam came, with PSI.
new inspirations spring like flowers from the luscious liquor bed.
we almost called Carlito's at 2am for a $60 bottle of cheap albertan vodka.
this morning, i was sure glad we didn't.
was still totally broken for hockey tonight.
on my best days, im still the worst player.
but set up Lil-P nicely for a 3rd period goal, thus allowing my post-game-pre-bed rye.
i have an aggressive sexual urge to fuck my guitar right now.
usually after shows i don't play for a few days.
different this time, for some sly reason.
first studio session booked, Nov 5-6.
anticipations and antipastos.
the yellow brick road, rolls on.
Sunday, 11 September, 2011
burnabee
charcoal is better than propane and hank hill is a liar.
don't call the cops, collect the cans for cigarette money.
i thought my mini-soccer net would fix brentillion, but it's lies lied with chair sizes.
ate various limbs from 5 or so chickens today, while wondering if they were related?
hope not, inbreeding seems very low-brow, low and slow in the long grass next door.
several sauces, to separate the sorry's.
i don't throw, i borrow.
stiff songs on sunken ships.
live for tomorrow so it doesn't suck when you get there.
love bendo
Sunday, 4 September, 2011
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