Monday, May 12, 2003

Vapour Trails VAPOUR TRAILS - The Tragically Hip Titillations been replaced, by interstate brickface & coffemate And by a list of phonecalls, you’ll like ta make Where you could sit on the edge of your bed And you could stare into your own shoes And in the pools of light there, go wherever you choose Just rig up a complication, and if it derails You can throw away the rudder, & float away like vapour trails There’s nothin funnier than pride, in an utterly confident stride So I pulled the car on over, to give you a ride Damn this sleepy weather he said, as he marched in soppin’ wet shoes Through rainpools evaporatin’, says in this sign I’ll conquer you I pulled the car on over, to give you a ride But there’s nothin’ uglier than a man hittin’ his stride Past Mexicans all dressed in beige shirts, leanin’ over their hoes Now the mornin’s over, it’s time to let those sprinklers hose Past hills of chambermaids’ dark bare arms And fields of muscles quilted to the bone Right now I’m flyin’ over, Ya right now I’m flyin’ home Where I can sit on the end of my bed And I can stare into my own shoes And in the pools of light years, go wherever I choose And throw away the rudder, float away on vapour trails I rigged up a complication, totally derailed So I throw away the rudder, float away like vapour trails I pulled the car on over, (It’s time to let those sprinklers hose) 7:06:21 PM    comment []

Dear Diary Apparantly last year I had registered for an onine diary. I have vague unsettling memories of this. THe diary people have been emailing me nonstop for 8 months to go back and update, and today I went back to take a look. Ye gods. I drink too much.     2002-03-02 13:41:38 (GMT) My very first post This is the very first post in my diary. Isn't it exciting? I have never had a diary before, as it was strictly forbidden in my household. My parents believed that writing in a diary opened my mind to the spirits, and in my lowered resolve they would take control of my limbs and mind, causing me to be some kind of robot killer (only human) How foolish they were. Today is the start of a brand new era. I am reminded of a poem from the genius poet Macavelloolo, a South African who lived in the early 1900's. It went, Bloop bloop and the sun came up and then it went down and the day was done But I go on. So true!! I feel like the sun has set and risen so many times yet I am only now "going on." I have a bottle full of pills on the counter and neither the will to take them or hurl myself from the window clutching them in my hand. This is a sign of things to come I think. If I poison myself and then jump in front of a car, what killed me? Oh the questions that plague the troubled mind of a recluse. I go to bed now. Tomorrow I will write about my dreams. They have been odd and disturbing lately, I need to know the answers. The answers. The answers. 12:52:58 PM    comment []

Politics and Government 101 The irritants have awoken me. I might as well update my 4 regular readers on the wonder of my life. I've started University.. well.. part-time anyways. I'm what's known as a "mature student," an irony that I am sure is not missed by anyone. I'm almost 26 now, 8 years removed from any type of schooling whatsoever. Much to the chagrin of my high school teacher/fortune teller/guidance counsellor, I have not wound up dead on the street or on some high grade foreign drug. I have a good job, some savings, hell I even bought a house. So why the University?  Tough question. Considering that at my current pace it will take me over 10 years to graduate, I sometimes wonder if this is simply a waste of time. Maybe a 26 year old's quarter life crisis. So far it does not seem much different from the high school I remember. The Professor talks non stop, the desks are way too small for me, and my classroom is neatly divided into braniacs, jocks, adult students, and smart asses. is it wrong that I want to start cutting classes already? 12:20:17 PM    comment []

Fuck off. Wait.. blow me, THEN fuck off Ever have one of those days where you feel like unplugging from the internet completely and telling the world to go fuck itself with a white hot clothes hanger? Yeah me too. Is it me or do the world's insane congregate exclusively on the net? It used to be that the hobos and the miscreants and the wacko's of the world would come out only at night, but the net has fucked up the natural order of things. It's nighttime ALL the time on the internet, the last known haven for the world's obsessed, the world's ludicrously inept. WWYD?  What would Yahweh do indeed? Sometimes I pray for fire from the heavens, obliterating all the internet connections of those that are intent on annoying me to tears. Are people really this stupid? Is this what we've been reduced to? So here's me firing a salvo back with your own weapon of choice. This big smoking internet gun of muted and over exaggerated rage. Fuck off. 11:46:04 AM    comment []

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