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No tengo nada.
Nov. 4th, 2004 05:24 amThe fourth track on The Bad Plus's album Give is probably one of the greatest instrumental songs ever written. It's called "And Here We Test Our Powers of Observation." Their covers of Flim and Velouria are also awesome.
The drive to school is one biting pain in the ass. In the spring and summer it was a smooth ride from here to there. Now, no. Now it's something entirely different. It's pretty much the exact opposite of smooth ride. I've been trying to get up around 6am to beat these fuckers to the punch, and it's worked a few times. But in order to wake up early, I've got to sleep early, which for me is a near impossibility. Usualmente, I take NyQuil and the rest writes itself. I can't get addicted to it, because if you take it for a week straight, you build an immunity. And the pills are so big and the liquid so vile that I can't stand to take more than two. That feeling of a pill stuck in your throat is tantamount in annoyance to an itch on the inside of your penis.
As for the loss K-dog and E-slice, it's the worst news I've heard since the towers fell. The degree of fear is much less, but the loathing is on par. It's a feeling of vulnerability and unjustified defeat on the homeland. It's democracy, yes, but it's also ignorance and general idiocy of the bastard states between the two coasts. Seeing all that red was so disheartening, like an ebola scare or killer bee infestation. All I can hear is the zombie chant headed by Arnold at the Republican Convention, an invasion of our great state and city. Fouah Mouah Yeeahs. Fouah Mouah Yeeahs. Fouah Mouah Yeeahs. And Bush saying, "You know, [Arnold] and I share some things in common. We both married well. (Laughter.) We both have trouble speaking the English language. (Laughter.) We both got big biceps. (Laughter and applause.) Well, two out of three ain't bad. (Laughter.)"
We both have trouble speaking the English language. (Laughter.) This was taken from his fucking official website!
All those fat filthy pigs laughing, guffawing, chortling, revelling in stupidity with the dirty joy that comes with electing one of their own, one whose self-deprecation is also an awful truth. And the wives that they married so well, the perma-smiling living dead. You look at his simian face and you know he's empty and frightened, that his ignorance is the only thing that keeps him going. That tight lipped, shit eating smirk on his face; he has so much fun not knowing what he's going to say next. It's so goddamned embarrassing.
No sir, I don't like it. It stinks. It stinks something real bad.
The drive to school is one biting pain in the ass. In the spring and summer it was a smooth ride from here to there. Now, no. Now it's something entirely different. It's pretty much the exact opposite of smooth ride. I've been trying to get up around 6am to beat these fuckers to the punch, and it's worked a few times. But in order to wake up early, I've got to sleep early, which for me is a near impossibility. Usualmente, I take NyQuil and the rest writes itself. I can't get addicted to it, because if you take it for a week straight, you build an immunity. And the pills are so big and the liquid so vile that I can't stand to take more than two. That feeling of a pill stuck in your throat is tantamount in annoyance to an itch on the inside of your penis.
As for the loss K-dog and E-slice, it's the worst news I've heard since the towers fell. The degree of fear is much less, but the loathing is on par. It's a feeling of vulnerability and unjustified defeat on the homeland. It's democracy, yes, but it's also ignorance and general idiocy of the bastard states between the two coasts. Seeing all that red was so disheartening, like an ebola scare or killer bee infestation. All I can hear is the zombie chant headed by Arnold at the Republican Convention, an invasion of our great state and city. Fouah Mouah Yeeahs. Fouah Mouah Yeeahs. Fouah Mouah Yeeahs. And Bush saying, "You know, [Arnold] and I share some things in common. We both married well. (Laughter.) We both have trouble speaking the English language. (Laughter.) We both got big biceps. (Laughter and applause.) Well, two out of three ain't bad. (Laughter.)"
We both have trouble speaking the English language. (Laughter.) This was taken from his fucking official website!
All those fat filthy pigs laughing, guffawing, chortling, revelling in stupidity with the dirty joy that comes with electing one of their own, one whose self-deprecation is also an awful truth. And the wives that they married so well, the perma-smiling living dead. You look at his simian face and you know he's empty and frightened, that his ignorance is the only thing that keeps him going. That tight lipped, shit eating smirk on his face; he has so much fun not knowing what he's going to say next. It's so goddamned embarrassing.
No sir, I don't like it. It stinks. It stinks something real bad.
