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a recent "quitting" gave me a flash thought about how the tv/movies make it seem like quitting a job is soo soo much more honorable than being fired. you know... all those heated arguments between high up mr important employee versus powerful mr rl stein bossman made me think about
has brought my thoughts down a dead end road of laughter.
if unmotivation was toast it would be what i eat for breakfast everyday because the non toast in me has been pretty nonexistent lately except for those couple of hours where im kind of hungry before lunch sitting in a practice room after which i have a couple more slices at around noon to last me until that other hour or so of hunger where im back in the practice room but then more toast in my tummy. i even cut up an umbrella in an attempt to make an octopus but the octopus bit my thumb off just a little ways but just enough for a bandaid and a trash can. it might have had something to do with my long lansing days that went too many so those are over now at and my diet has begun enough so that im the break from reading has come to a sudden conclusion in the form of the middle of go tell it on the mountain right about the time little johnny heads into the theater where i left him sometime ago. but what about these tunes that they say melt my heart? they are off and on and off and on but mostly off skipping around the trees under a thundered sky of how pissed off i get at skipping. needles. lasers. but not that tape that so grandly holds it all together. that tape sticks to the sound those materials of a future 30 minutes of smutless enjoyment with my fishes worst nightmare of line and recycled-is-us-a-box with the stencil of a star and the richness of a bill enveloping the elegance of my hand***
so close to the finish
*** this can be interpreted in many ways but the solution is only one:
jesse stephanopoulos - fortteen c30 out super soon!
2nd show at basement 414
1/2 hot tapes (or me) opened in darkness of too dark to see my equipment with some clicks and pops then loud then some yells and lows and quieting down and lost power....
burial hex oi oi oi unexpectedly not creepy creeps but old time oi (pe)unk and metal on metal
warmth with the ambiance. drones and mellow prettiness.
mumber toes was like strobe lights with little amps in a house of minimal. put me in a trance.
drunjus to end the night with some bullshit that was amazing. droney loveliness. with old time war stories on the reel to reel projector.