Friday, April 4, 2008

On The Road (Finally, Again)


So man, I've been fully immeshed in living the heroin (not so) chic lifestyle. Or, well, living on the fringes of it. Jesus! I can never tell what is real, what is illusion, what is a little or a whole bunch of both. She is at the 29th day of a 30 day transitional program for indigent hospital room escapee's. So to speak.

Remember that god-awful rut I was in a couple of years back? Man, I kicked the fuckin' shit outta that. I feel like I've been a heroin junkie for years, and I've never even touched the shit. She has taken me on an endless rollercoaster ride of terror and delight. The blow jobs alone were worth the price of admission, and man there is so much more.

When I get through with this wonderfully insane, loving, ass-kicking, tender, take no prisoners, sexy, lying, cheating, incredibly sweet, smart, rippin' my soul out by the balls, woman - I am gonna have material to write about for years to come.

Heroin with an Aftermath chaser

With you there is no path of least resistance
Resistance has shattered your mirrored walls
One shuttered eye now a million eyes unblinking
Naked to the flaming Sun

Wednesday, April 2, 2008

Harvey Korman - Rest in Stitches

A Few Great lines

Well, I ain't here to show ya ma dick! (Sam Elliot - Roadhouse)

I guess the fortune teller's right. I should have seen just what was there, and not some holy light (Natalie Imbruglia - Torn)

...light my candles in a daze, cuz I found God (Kurt Cobain - Lithium)

Look into my eyes. Your soul is stained with the blood of innocents. Feel their pain! (Nicholas Cage - Ghost rider)

And the people bowed and prayed, to the neon god they made (Paul Simon - The Sound of Silence)