just a couple of thoughts

I WEAR A BEARD BECAUSE IT HIDES MY ACNES.

SCIENTISTS DISCOVER THAT FUNNY PEOPLE ARE SAD PEOPLE.

well, actually, nobody is reading this crap. if you do please let me know..

nowhere nothin' fuckup

well, christmas is really coming, mates. the-whole-night making of a model-hotel ends with a conclusion that the date of a consign is postponed. ha ha ha. gosh! so happy that it's all behind me. visited a concert of the year /can't remember better one now/. victory at sea and metal hearts at 007. was it fragile enough? think so.

listening

victory at sea, built to spill, guided by voices

reading

the anatomy lesson by philip roth
dubliners by whosoever? don't ya know?

watching

the simpsons. the sixth episode called moe'n'a lisa is for me the best one in the 18th season. moe became a bukowski-like poet. the episode include a funny reference on philip roth. haha.

when the days bring nothing new

and the sound of laughter makes you sick..


well, nothing new up here. so sensitive to morons and i-know-it-all people these days. they're both almost the same. thus the leaves are finally falling down. here comes the season of unhappiness, loliness and misery and after all comes christmas, full of happiness and love. or the other way round?



reading erich maria remarque.
watching six feet under.
listening phosphorescent.
aw come aw wry.

half dead

it was raining outside, so I cleaned house today.
spent half of the morning throwing old things away.
try not to get caught up,
try to think like a machine.
focus in on the task, try not to think about what it means.

can't get you out of my head.
lost without you,
half dead.

took my spot at the window, looked out at the road.
dots and dashes of traffic, like a messaging code
of whole boxes of memories wrapped up at the curb,
I sang songs to myself that didn't have any words.

can't get you out of my head.
lost without you,
half dead.

stole out to the backyard late last night.
pine trees frozen in the silvery moonlight,
rising like giants from the cold earth.
what are the years we gave each other ever gonna be worth?

can't get you out of my head.
lost without you,
half dead.

john darnielle/the mountain goats

roaaagrh!

imagine. you go to bed with your favourite pile carpet. but it beats your ass at your sleep. that's what akimbo is. tonite. 007. brought to you from seattle. give it to me. give it to me.

it's all about being a real fan

can a real fan download an album before its official release date? well, there are a few types of fans. the first type is the fan who really appreciates the music but don't care about the artists. he downloads everything from the internet and he doesn't give a shit about the release date. the second one is in love with the artists. literally. he doesn't mind the unofficial internet leaks and he waits for album's official release. the last one/with me in it/is the type who love both the artists and the music. ha ha. he tries to download the album as fast as possible although he's gonna buy it after the release date. well, you see, the matter is the new trail of dead album so divided. the record is due at november 14. i love their music and i'm gonna buy 12" as fast as possible.


into anton chekhov (don't you know the cherry orchard?), thomas newman (the composer who made music for american beauty and six feet under series).

take care and see you at 007 tomorrow staying with my hands akimbo.

talking nonsense is man's only privilege that distinguishes him from all other organisms.

fyodor dostoevsky /crime and punishment