sick day

i retard

self medication 0

vicodin

is fucking weird. they live is a trip

trippy shit

george clinton 10k bc

george clinton plays a tribal woman in 10000bc and i hit 10000 miles in my car yesterday. jeah. pikus is a complaining little baby. portland was a chilled out time. best thing we did was go to acropolis and devils point.... everyone is a baby, quit taking yourselves so seriously.

dead ringers

is some hocus pocus yummy shit.
gynocological instruments for operating on mutant women

sasha is a douche bag!

iaiaiiaiaiaiaiaia. the hold steady is kinna kewl and diamond tuck ROCKZ. sasha is a douchebag. curley moustache. pringles. mango sentinel. haagen daaz. dot's rules
jessica and bethany are LA AME.

boody duty

pdx1

portland is goin off, the highway patrol mens kicked us out of the state of jefferson, bianca watched logans run, we ate at hot cake house! smoke in bars. its cold. lost is goin off right now. lets party. fly up here right now and we will get raw.

yo beg tibs

im off to some sort of adventure planet. devil shit. tibulous. nannimals. devil shit! spring break '08! cancun, daytona beach, chico, the moon, some planet we dont even know the name of yet.
midi guitar pickups! real shit. real shit.

box's big weekend

box is so tight, they need to make a sequel to logans run with box as the main character, maybe he didnt die when the ice cavern collapsed!
me and my dad kicked it hard this weekend in sf, he likes to eat sooo sooo much. but he has diabetes so i ended up eating all the shit he couldnt eat or else he would go into a psychotic embalism. me and bowz and robbie went to the moma, that was less than thrilling. the beers that followed it were just what the doctor ordered though. goin up to portland in a couple days for spring break. will most likely trip the light fantastic and summon the primordial history that is locked away in my dna and become an altered beast
wish me luck!
p.s. me and dorian finished an instrumental tonight for what will be our 3rd or 4th unfinished project which may be entitled "oakland gita" other titles of projects in the past have been "japanese death poems" based around spoken word japanese death poems "lovecraft" based on the work of hp lovecraft, theres others but i no remember. well see if this one gets finished.
heres the only existing copy of 1 of 2 japanese death poems songs:boomp3.com

ahhhh drugz!

your daddies watchin porno

and yo mamas not around

time to go home

me and geebee had one last magical night together. thanks to gary and james. cam and casey. dan and sara. sean rourke meehanE. tom for being a mechanical elf. the genus of psilocibin mushrooms. heineken mini kegz. beach house. griffith park. thanks gary for drivin my ass all over the place. also thanks for not killing me. thai elvis. who knows what else. peace bitches

party hard

get me hard, k?

im horny as a mothafucka right now, and anyone who wants to fuck can party with me hard.

6 days cant be 6 days, youre right its 7 days

its been 6 days of filling my body with the most delicious of poisons and were goin out on top with a heineken keg in north hollywood, if i were on mushrooms right now id probably be wondering.. what the fuck am i doing right now..., but im not and all im thinking about is how much fun its been here. gary doesnt like me anymore and im not allowed to sleep in his room tonight. its ok i guess i talk nonsense all day long. i just like bugs. i like thinking about gang bangs and threesomes and just naughty sexual stuff. sexy adventures. some day im gonna take extacy and viagra and have a crazy ass time with a couple chicks. its called sextacy but i like xtcV. i like watching porn, not masturbating to porn, just watching it. apparently that isnt polite to do while your friends are around. i think its funny. the velvet underground - ocean, is my favorite song. ive been taking b vitamins and they are proving to be quite helpful in my cuisinal adventures... what is cuisinal? it is just a word i made up for food adventure, james said it was ok to make that word up cause bianca does it all the time. stay tuned for a sweet ass video of skateboarding and other stupid stuff. oh shit big business was one of the coolest bands ive seen live. it rocked hard and killed your babies.
one question.
what could that man have possibly wanted with jeffrey weinrich?

los angeles

listening to:

thinking about: my favorite movie

skated: griffith park with gary

got: these text messages from tom:
i have coke lets hang. or no shrooms. 2:06am
im getn coke u want in? 2:07am
ok ill get blow n chill w u cool? 2:09am
coke is on its way to me. you down? 2:11am
go to bed then sayonara no psychs for u. 2:12am
no dmt for u. 2:13
shrooms just for me, traitor. 2:13am

and the final message
i have an 8ball. 2:27am

i was hungover today and i think 75 percent of me is floating down the la river right now.

nope this is the best album i done heard so far this year

the gutter twins-saturnalia, named (according to wikipedia) after "the feast with which the Romans commemorated the dedication of the temple of the god Saturn, which was on 17 December. Over the years, it expanded to a whole week, to 23 December.
Saturnalia became one of the most popular Roman festivals. It was marked by tomfoolery and reversal of social roles, in which slaves and masters ostensibly switched places."

uhhhhhh ayahuasca

party itenerary

wednesday, go to class, drive to la, chill out drink some beers
thursday, skate, watch lost, true metal
friday, skate, barrigans karaoke and margaritaz, party
saturday, skate, echo park time travel market, party, ral out
sunday, skate, take a nap, go see big business, chill
monday, leave for oakland go to class at 4.
i will go the speed of this man and love it


oh yea, robbie, santa and vampires live near fairbanks, in north pole.

party

i wan see dis

this is the best album ive heard so far this year

but i think it came out last year. mike bones - the sky behind the sea

oh yea, dudes also sometimes in jah division.

im a temp

so i guess im like temporarily nutso or or more nitty gritty than i usually am but yea should be different in a couple days. i had a dream about this crazy fuckin girl i used to know, she was half octopus, which is weird cause i always draw half octopus people, maybe that isnt weird, but she kept entanglin me and squirtin hot pink purplish slime all over me whenever id embrace her back, it was a trip. thats what i get when i go to bed early, enough time to dream about some weird shit. i half like the nights where i barely have time to count z's before sunrise but i mostly hate em cause i spend the rest of the day in a zombie sack bed, those are the majorities. gotta do somethin about that i guess. my dad wants me to go to kilamanjaro. doubt that. i wanna go to a k-pax picnic.

fuckin juiceboxes

i cant sleep
still not done thinking this is hilarious

give respect where respect is due

pink floyd live at pompeii
gg allin hated
dig
be here to love me
so amazing.


up next heartworn highways

guy clark is hard as nails. steve earle doesnt look like that anymore.....

i love...... sea monkeyz!

this kid needs to be my friend, my best friend


one of these days im gonna get so high fuckin fallutin and head up for air from all this sea video swimmin and look in the mirror and realize im a fuckin sea monkey too!!!!!!!

sleep

death

im currently sicker than i have ever been in the year of 2008, hallucinations are fun when they arent caused by your immune system shutting down. i can only remember one dream so far, i was paul muadib and yueh was helping me escape. i was in sand putting my feet into giant worms. i woke up in a sweaty pool, quite the juxtaposition of dry sandy dream to harsh quivering reality, thats the way she goes i guess.
send all naked ladies dancing and old men with pizza pantsing to oakland.
oh and dont worry about me overdosing on dxm clint, im out of robotuss, qyill out.

one of the many reasons bianca shouldnt be in charge of childrens

moment of zen 2/20/08

nothing is dumber than what girls say when guys arent around except for maybe what they say when guys are around, oh and what girls say in space:

at any moment this all could end, thats how the story begins:

so my magic carpet barely glided into oakland last night from a mystical presidents weekend journey to the fantasy land of los angeles....
sidenote: if personification is giving inanimate objects human like qualities, what is the word for giving planets human like qualities, because the personified planets were certainly in alignment for fun this weekend. gary, james, dan, hamm, robbie, camerin, me, sean, and our self transforming mechanical elves were all flying way faster than our angels could fly and it ruled.
we left around 1030am and arrived at 300, rest in peace tong shirts snugly hugging our bodies like divine body armor protecting us and sending us off on our way to a valhalla of perpetual party. it was a gift from tong, he was letting us know the doctor was still in session servin up celestial salvia from his furry pink nailed paws at a cal skate lock in that all the coolest dead people are invited to. woah what.. all that matters in that imagery is tong wearing roller skates.
yea so going to pyt's and following phil around trying to pick up chicks... wait thats too vague, me and gary were trying to pick up chicks and somehow we thought following phil around would be a good way to do it, so just picture phil doing all the talking while me and gary are just dancing so stupidly on each side of him. hilarious. we did talk to a swedish woman who could have cared less what i was saying and a PAINFULLY shy spanish chick. that really hurt. that night ended with apparently me kissing cam or cam kissing me, is this true cam? if so im hard right now. oh and it actually ended by getting naked at garys house and smoking a vaporizer with james. good times.
next morning we went to a sick mall and got massages, watched coins roll into a black hole, and felt up some statue boobs. me and gary went skating, ate at sizzler, then we went to a party where they transported a sultans harem onto the moon. that was special. i got drunk and tried to eat lightbulbs. these english chicks met my friend geeb and robbie brought his los angeles lover, then he disappeared, hes a little sweetie.
this next day is my prized possession of days and i dont know if that is a good thing or not but whatever it was fun as hell. woke up drank nyquil with hamm and james, that pretty much confused the fuck out of me, went to a tasty little eatery named good, thought about tom of finland A LOT, and then strapped on the hulk gloves and skated around until i met a deliciously funny gay? man named the five dollar man. he was walking around acting like a secret agent with no shirt on and a pink bandana and a shparkley pink leprechaun hat on. he beckoned me to him and asked me if i was the hulk i said yea and that i was looking for something to put in the hole, he said he had something to put in the hole and i asked what and he said his dick, laughed and then offered me a beer. he started to run down the street and we went into a laundromat and drank beer with him, he explained he was the 5 dollar man because everything was 5 dollars, i asked him what he had on him right now to sell and he said his mouth his cock and his ass. that was awesome. then he showed us a chiuhuahua he had been hiding underneath a blanket that was directly next to him not moving at all. the chiuahahaua was not for sale it turns out. i probably would have bought it though. me and hamm got kicked out of the laundromat for drinking in there and then we went back to cams and jammed hard. wandz (cam and hamms band) had their first practice and it sounded amazing. we then went and met up with dan at some party in the hollywood hills. there was dip there, it was good. thats all i can say for that. but when me and james left to get more beer we ended up picking up a nice black woman who paid for my gas to take her to a club, it turns out she was a hooker and she was talking to a client on the phone the entire ride to the club, that ended by james giving her 5 dollars and her telling me i had soft hands and soft lips that would feel good on her nipples she gave james her number so we could call her and have a gang bang later. no joke. alas james did not save the number in his phone. the night was not over my friends the night had just begun! we went to dans and ate delicious bean dip a la daniel drank a bottle of jager watched some skateboarding and listened to cam's friend tom tell us over blackberry about dmt. it looks like i am going to do dmt on this night. i dont remember leaving dans house, my next memory is looking at a card with a yellow powder on it which i think was dmt, tom wouldnt allow me to do it because i am currently on an ssri which would counter act the most powerful halucinogen ever. weird. oh but he did allow me to snort ecstasy and drink mushroom tea...... we proceeded to watch total recall on vhs with the sound off sync'd up to spiritualized for hours. j spaceman likes drugs.
i think thats all i have to say about that, but only because i have no recollection of what happened other than feeling reaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaally weird, confused.... in a good way though.
fuck man... i didnt really realize it at the time but probably on saturday morning i was out of energy but i straight powered through til monday around 830 and then commenced the drive home to oakland with robbie, that was insane for my body. but once we got the movie in our mind goin, autopilot kicked in. this is the movie for our mind we bought at the truckstop on cd
if you would like to buy it from me ill give you a good deal.
at about 40 miles from oakland im already out of gas but we powered through and made it home. went straight to bed and woke up with my laptop on my face still powered on around 2pm. i realized 4 days just kicked my ass harder than rambo and that i was running on an empty tank literally and metaphorically because after my class my car runs out of gas in the middle of the parking lot. another adventure begins, and i am NOT ready for it. nothing a little Phở cant cure:
ill end this with the most fun 7 seconds i will ever have in my entire life:

nah, barely sleeping at gary's was the most fun frreals.
turn my headphones up.
bro! bra?
are you ready to party.
are you ready to party.
its not a question its a statement. haha.

louis wain is my new favorite dead artist.

and you will all be getting a very large dose of retarded ass loser knowledge in the next couple days as i try to download my trip to la from my brain straight to disk.
thanks dan,cam,gar,jem for the hospitality.... and tom for being my surrogate self transforming machine elf.

philosphy is a bunch of...

BULL SHIT.

dont fear the reaper

dude, best song ever: blue oyster cult - dont fear the reaper. i mean its like dont fear him, the reaperman is gonna come whether we like it or not!

All our times have come
Here but now they're gone
Seasons don't fear the reaper
Nor do the wind, the sun or the rain
We can be like they are

cmon bros dont fear the reaper, cmon bros take my hand
oh and also the reason this should be in the running for best song ever, is that it holds in its posession the most amazing breakdown of all time

(fuck yea thats the shit that plays when my dreams are goin the way they supposed to go!)
although this song is in the pantheon of great cliche songs, such as free bird, and well, fuckin i dont know i cant think of shit right now, how bout whoever reads this you guys try to help me think of other songs that belong in the great temple of the songs that were way too sick and got themselves turned into silly cliches. remember... think free bird, think (this makes me shudder to even type) "i want more cowbell"

cuming sooner

fuck haters if they even live through the night! nick cave will swallow souls!

cuming soon

tales of matt skinner, mike mcclure, and a tong retrospective. pour some out for tha feline homie, homies.
stay tuned bitches.

i gotta go

green wurwoovf party