To me, it seems the rest of the band left without packing up any gear. To me, that is the look of a man who realizes he's been left to do the roadie work. To me, that is the look of a man quietly steaming with anger.
And why would you want to leave? One could likely come up with many fine reasons to do anything else with one's time. But why stay? One could hardly come up with a single decent excuse, but there are plenty of mediorcre ones. Here: This weblog is a tool of the future. It can be 1 place in space to share ruminations, illuminations, secret snapshots, drunken hand turkeys, digitized filmstrips, found fylth, music, senseless announcements, special denouncements, empty threats, fantastic fictions, links to better places on this internet, and worthy worldly horseshit, should it exist. Only invited parties can participate. That's the way it must be for a time. Most people just aren't ready for the future.
Every one of you scags that can access this damned webpage is a certified author, so post a thing.
Exciting tadbits coming soon:
--original watercolor collage of' 'The Gourds of Uruguay', --the newest `ukulele music video by Mister Travis Warren, --songs about Jesus by monkeys, --recipes for alligator wine, --a list of reasons not to wear pants proved terribly shortsighted, --photographic documentation of Slick Johnson in his natural habitat, --an outdated traffic report from downtown Singapore.
i like it.
ReplyDeleteI like how Eric just sits and mad-dogs the camera at the end. I could watch that for hours.
ReplyDeletehe's the blind drummer. he's not maddogin the camera. probably doesn't know there is a camera. he's waiting for the next song. and half a hotdog.
ReplyDeleteTo me, it seems the rest of the band left without packing up any gear. To me, that is the look of a man who realizes he's been left to do the roadie work. To me, that is the look of a man quietly steaming with anger.
ReplyDeleteThat's rock and roll, bitches.
i think he pood his pants.
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