CAT'S FOOT!
IRON CLAW!
NEUROSURGEONS SCREAM FOR MORE!
AT PARANOIA'S POISON DOOR!
TWENTY-FIRST CENTURY SCHIZOID MAN!

Lie

Lie

LieLieLie


Lie

LieLieLie



Lie.


Lie, lie lie.

Lie Lie Lie

Scotch, please.

Make it sew.

Dark matter flowing out on to a tape
Is only as loud as the silence it breaks
Most things decay in a matter of days
The product is sold as the memory fades

I AM I KNOW





PS: Goin' to this new Coen bros. movie tonight. Serious Man they call it. Rumors abound that it is their greatest work to date. Rumors abound, also, that my cell phone needs immediate replacing.

Went to see what day it was on my computer machine.

It told me it was Sunday, November 8th.

The idea that that could be possible - given the fact that I've been to work and back already - was staggering.

But, since I put in my buhzillion hours already and nobody said anything about it...

...I said "har har, Amalgamar" (which rhymes).

And disregarded the malicious intent my PC has for me.

IN OTHER NEWS:
Further denial of troubled waters, after you've already begun to sink, only furthers your ultimate shame.
 

too many people
going underground
too many people reaching
for a piece of
cake

Without getting far too Cary'd away, I'd like to state that North by Northwest is Hitchcock's finest hour.

Now, if you'll excuse me... this 50th anniversary Bluray is begging to be viewed.

When a car crash gets you off you've lost your grip
When a fuck is not enough you know you've slipped
When the church is full it means you've just been had
When the world has gone to seed you're so detached

My life simply gets more and more Lynchian with each passing day.




ALAS!




If it were not but for a simple complication... the world would become clear again.

I can safely say that this month has not been any better or any worse than any other month of its kind.

I can safely say this, too:

Sure do wish Ally would make up her mind, already. Yeesh.

Make Haste to Another Location, Repellent Lass!"
By Skyler Bartels
For: Ludacris, I-20 and Mystikal
With special regards to: Aaron Jaco for the use of his wench-based chorus

Characters:
Farcical - He whom doth give way within himself to the chaos of the road
Arcane - He whom doth assist in causing great aggravation
The Twentieth of Roads - He whom doth further enable said rage

Chorus of wenches:
Make haste to another location, repellent lass, transport yourself to another area,
transport yourself to another area, repellent lass, transport yourself to another area
Make haste to another location, repellent lass, transport yourself to another area,
transport yourself to another area, repellent lass, transport yourself to another area.

Farcical:
Heavens! A brawl is taking place!
Presently I will box your ears until all is dark for you.
Retreat but a few steps so that you might gallantly defend yourself.
There is an unsettling level of discontent, as it is difficult for us to remain motionless.
At present, I am imbibing alcohol in a manner most urban, while eradicating a pair.
Moreover, it occurred to me that I should want to eradicate you
by banging upon the front of your maternally incestuous head.
Now, should your companions desire to take part I shall shout:
"Gracious, madam!"
And they will be far more removed from this mortal coil than in their previous state.
Befuddlement will be incited, becoming a bothersome nuisance for pure cessation.
Think this not some trick of light, for the operation and management of these roads falls to us.
Farewells are in order, then, to the likes of you. You whom desire to latch on and cling as though charged of static, and to you whom I find likely relate most with prospectors, making their way to California's mountains in the olden times of the mid-1800's.
Do I spy a protective buffer affixed to your bottom? Absolutely not, I shout, tossing in a derogatory slang word with much frivolity.
The speed at which I travel on this four-lane path is in the triple digits,
so should you find that your speed follows the government-directed guidelines for safe travel on the road, I suggest you move with great haste to make room for me.
I have in fact ran into trouble with local constabulary due to my imbibing alcohol with such a fervor and then getting behind the wheel to operate my motor car
(in fact, few times have I been found to be free of such toxins whilst doing so),
so as such, you might be forced under the wheels of my automobiles and squished between them and the pavement below in a manner most fatal.

Chorus of wenches:
Make haste to another location, repellent lass, transport yourself to another area,
transport yourself to another area, repellent lass, transport yourself to another area
Make haste to another location, repellent lass, transport yourself to another area,
transport yourself to another area, repellent lass, transport yourself to another area.

Arcane, over the chorus:
Repellent lass! Duck! And cover! Duck! And cover! Duck! And cover!
Repellent lass! Duck! And cover! Duck! And cover! Duck! And cover!

Farcical:
Attention must be paid as I approach, and again as I depart.
Gracious! There is no cause for leaping, repellent lass, simply occupy different space.
Are you unaware of these glowing, electric orbs on the front of my automobile? Have you not yet become aware of the boisterous noise of a hundred and a hundred again men and women having sexual relations?
Let the grand theatre production commence, for I making am my way through the divide!
Strike upon the stage-lit area then make the long, thick drapes tumble toward the floor.
I have sexual relations with these men and women as a form of ascension, for this is my practice.
Still fresh and with great affluence, I am a coital representation given flesh.
The repellent lasses desire to copulate with me - this is honest, this is fact.

Excuse me! Halt, diminutive individual!

The Twentieth of Roads:
"Pardon? To what do I owe this honor? Myself, I am having my erect penis pleasured in another's mouth. What, pray tell occupies your time at this hour?

Farcical:
I am presently seeing to it that my operations are managed through a subsidiary, whilst also
seeing to it that my child, born out of wedlock as it was, receives the money that I am legally obligated to provide him with on a monthly basis.
Please, provide me with your wheeled vehicle, originally intended to haul and transport large quantities of items and do me the favor of returning the one that must be paid for on an hourly basis back to its point of origin.
Answer me this, with whose currency were these television acquired? And the baubles, repellent lass, can you inform me of the answer to that question as well?
Nay, this is not causing me to be irreconcilable, in truth I find I care not.
However, I will make this aware, repellent lass:
You would do yourself a great favor in not crossing before the large vehicle designed to transport me from location to location.

Chorus of wenches:
Make haste to another location, repellent lass, transport yourself to another area,
transport yourself to another area, repellent lass, transport yourself to another area
Make haste to another location, repellent lass, transport yourself to another area,
transport yourself to another area, repellent lass, transport yourself to another area.

The Twentieth of Roads, over the chorus:
Escort the object, then come into possession of more objects.

Farcical:
What a shame it is that I should follow a path that is just.
The meat of a cow, in possession of the correct form of philandering.
I will pound upon the rear containment space of my automobile, take hold of the large, pump-action boomstick, then take a short leave.
Together, all of us expend enough of our liquid assets to come into temporary ownership of taverns, where we display - for all to see - our war wounds.
It came to our attention that there were promiscuous damsels about town,
and as such,
we thought to have our motor vehicles accompany us.
Take steadfast hold of tablets of questionable medicinal value, for we are going to swallow them this evening.
We'll hit upon the guards until they defaecate if and when they elect to bring our round of fisticuffs to a close.
I have some alcohol to my name and disregard others of my kind.
I produce fecal goods in exchange for currency while visiting the tavern in a way that almost makes it appear as though I have taken up employment there.
I say to disregard the expected manner in which one should dress. Wear, instead, attire befitting of our status as African Americans, having originated from the wide paved pathways between.
While occupying the same space that is designated for rhythmic gyrations, we toss about arrow-less stringed weapons and lay into other dark skinned hooligans.
I originate from the Digital Equipment Corporation and attempt to bring shame to the Date Tools Platform project.
I gaze at the glass refreshment containers as they take up flight, away from the area that, this time, is designated for occupancy by the rich and famous only.
I am finished with this stool-like, ethnic beat. The two of us slap our hands together, repellent lass, a pair within your being.
With your hands, snatch up twice as many, and initiate a battle between canines and bring about a horrid and abrupt end to this box social.
Now, as previously stated, make haste to another location, repellent lass!
Transport yourself to another area, promiscuous damsel!
Every single homosexual, maternally incestuous individual had best create a space for The Twen-tieth.
Alas...

Chorus of wenches:
Make haste to another location, repellent lass, transport yourself to another area,
transport yourself to another area, repellent lass, transport yourself to another area
Make haste to another location, repellent lass, transport yourself to another area,
transport yourself to another area, repellent lass, transport yourself to another area.

The Twentieth of Roads, over the chorus:
Escort the object, then come into possession of more objects.

 If there is anything I have learned, it is that time moves faster than we'd like.



If there's any second thing I've learned, it is that there is absolutely no such thing as choice.

Combining these things together...




The universe makes perfect sense, and I've figured it out, entirely.





But if not for a world unclouded, would we not all see truths, hidden... deep... and triumphant.

That's all there is,
nothing more than you can feel,
now,
that's all there is.




CAN'T GET ENOUGH OF YOUR PAIN
Cancer of the mind, cancer of the soul.
Multiple beatings have taken their toll.
Early to bed, early to rise,
is more painful than I would surmise.

Bloodied and bruised by cold light of day,
a man can't live without something to say.
Early to bed, early to rise,
keeps me from wanting to sever the ties.

Cancer of the body, cancer of the heart.
Saw all this coming, but not from the start.
Early to bed, early to rise,
leaves more time open for me to despise.

Beaten and broken at every last turn,
enough oil behind with which to burn.
Early to bed, early to rise,
overworks a man until he dies.

The Ballad of Skyler and Tamara:

 

HentaiMcToonboob: so i want to make a post across all wavelengths that surmises our entire relationship up to this point

TMaraReX: i think you mean summarizes, but I can't be sure.

HentaiMcToonboob: ...

HentaiMcToonboob: ...thinkin' you're right

TMaraReX: "thinkin'" you have your post right here.

_____
 

Last night I was made of fire.
Today I'm made of ash.

NOT MORE THAN DOS MINUTES L8R:

HentaiMcToonboob: shut up about it though

HentaiMcToonboob: sometimes i'm a total moron

TMaraReX: keep it up, short round. your post is just going to get more and more acurate.

i said to her
"believe me when
I tell you that the
sun shines only
for you"

she responded
"what a load to
shoulder..."

now i see the light
with its shadow
intact

things get lost
lost without a trace
in the middle of the chase

Sometimes, jail can't chain the cell
and the rain's too plain to tell
all alone by a barren well
scarecrow's only scarin' himself...

Gave her the truth, gave her the proof
I gave her everything




Well, doin' the last laundry of 2008 right now. Gettin' ready for this massive trip tomorrow. The sad part (to me) is that any pictures I take, stories I accumulate, people I meet, or things I see will never be discussed here. Having spent this month using LJ as a healing grounds for unchecked writing of... well, whatever I wanted to say, I have actually blogged the most I've blogged in years (consecutively/consistently). In doing so, not only have I found a refreshed interest in writing in general, but I feel I've opened up parts of myself I haven't seen in a few years, most notably since my final year of high school. But, since I hate LJ and its done for me what I needed it to do, I'm likely movin' back to Xanga. Or starting a new Xanga. Or going back to magmatic_equation, at Xanga, the one I started last summer. I don't know yet.

So, since I'm not going to be able to post tomorrow or the 31st (realistically, anyhow, since I'm not going to be near a computer either day, really. Although, I suppose I could wake up tomorrow and post before I leave. However, I find this to be working too hard at posting and I'm only interested in doing that to reach a goal. If I set the goal to be having this be the final major post that is well thought out before the new year and, thus, have it be the final post I do indeed make, posting tomorrow would serve no purpose other than to simply post and/or destroy the goal I'd set up previously. In short, this is the longest and most drawn-out inclusion of supplemental information I've stuck in the middle of a sentence via parentheses in a very, very long time. I'm sorry) this will have to do.

So what can be said about the year of 2008 that won't be utterly redundant and silly? Well, for starters, it was the year that I really learned what love is and what it meant to love someone else with every part of me. Maybe thats redundant. I learned what it meant to value one's own creative work. I learned to enjoy music to a deeper level. I learned how to play music again. And I lived.

Livin' - Lovin' - Learnin'

The three L's, I call 'em.

This is what I do. I simply "am". And although sometimes I feel like a fist, and sometimes I am the color of air... I'm simply here. And I'm being. I plan to continue to do this in 2009 and beyond.

So to you, unnamed and uninvited reader (unless its me reading this in the future, then its just uninvited but also uninteresting. Seriously, get a job!), I say this;

Live, dude.

You got it, that capability, that possibility, that reliability. To live.

I'm takin' chances next year. I'm skydiving. I'm going to take long trips places. I'm going to tell people truths I should have told them when I first realized them. I'm going to get into a knife fight (probably with a bear or somethin'). I'm going to write and care what people think of it. I'm going to do stupid things until the cows come home. I'm going to eat and sleep and play and sing and love and break and discover and enjoy and get revenge. I'm going to swim and dive.


I'm going to live.



Live with me, dude.

Live with me.

So long, 2008.
See you soon, 2009.


And goodbye to you, dear unnamed and uninvited reader. Sleep well and don't forget to check your closets for boogiemen. They'll find you. They'll find you.

She was a girl without a care
Now I've seen her with her organs cut out



"He built a cage from her bones."


THINGS OF NOTE:
Note 1: Turns out, you can't simply start running four miles after only being able to run half of one. I have learned a lesson this day.

Note 2: My insurance card came in the mail! Woohoo! Time to get drunk, swordfight a bear, and jump out of an airplane while on fire!

Note 3: Could not be more upset with Aaron Jaco for having too kickass a party to go to in a few days. The theme is "Cock/Tail party" and yes that's 100% accurate.

Note 4: Got to give these final Steve Wilson-mas presents away to some folk. Also gotta see some folk. Also gotta talk to one folk in particular about accidental things that have to do with both the heart and the mind.

Note 5: Not gonna finish this month out, afterall. After I leave Tuesday night for this party thing, I'm likely not going to be able to post on the 30th or the 31st. And, since I told myself I was going to wrap up this now trivial Livejournal posting at the end of the month/year, I guess that will make Tuesday's post the last one (maybe Wednesdays, as I might stick it out at home until then). At that point, I'm moving back to a real blogging site or not moving to any blogging site at all. LJ's distinct lack of features and abilities is pissin' me off somethin' royal and I'm havin' none of it!

Note 6: The film Defiance SUCKS! If I wanted to see a big steaming pile of overblown drama and crappy acting, little attention to plot, and an overall sense of shittiness, I'd watch a soap opera (which are usually better than this inane shite). Plus, it claims to be based on "a true story" and thats bullshit, I hope. These characters are idiots. IDIOTS! "Let's live in the wild and get revenge and then be mad when things don't work out for us!" Well, duh, fuckheads. Jesus. This ain't the stone ages you live in. People have machines and technology and - for the love of God - DOGS that can sniff you out. You're going to get found. If people did this shit in real life, they deserve what they got because, while I don't support the tragic situations they lived through, I do support morons getting punished for being morons when they shouldn't be. Worst pre-sceening I've ever seen.

Note 7: Gotta make Level 55 with Scabbies! w00t!

Note 8: I think you're awesome!

Note 9: Not as awesome as me, though.

Note 10: