socialized

no thanks. the world already moves too fast for me.

you're so antediluvian.

...

ok, fuck. i get it.

that's all i'm saying. who has the energy for that?

we used to. you used to.

yeah, we used to. but we're wiser now. number two, it's incredibly expensive.

the problem with today is this fucked up career infrastructure.

exactly.

work your fucking ass off.

what?

work your ass off. that's how it works.

don't feel like you have to. that's all i'm saying.

why can't we get more *novelty?

exactly. what happened to the flea circus? or death by quicksand?

ha. ask ricky jay. ask gilligan.

did you hear that alec baldwin called his daughter a thoughtless little pig?

that's awesome. you really dont' realize until you become an adult that adults have no idea.

exactly. but they fucking exploit it.

getting up on a daily basis and fucking making things work with other people...

yeah.

fucking tax evasion is the last frontier.

milch.

yep.

it's a ploy these days, outrage.

...

[later on, there's this terrible panic. i mean, unbelievably terrible.]



*money

not how i want it

i plead with my old lady to put down the gun. i say, sweet pea, if you don't kill me, which a twenty-two will not do, i am going to fuck you up. But she is steady. when a woman decides she's going to kill you, she likes it when you beg. She wants you to beg. Women sometimes say that they love a strong man who can cry. But they are lying. They want a man that will get them money. That's why I'm pleading. Because i'm like any other mutherfucker. I just want my shit to be cool. I want it tight. So when this old lady licks her loose lips and demands new shoes and baseboards and babies i automatically swing around for the exit. But she's saying all this crazy shit with this single action sprouting and it hits me, 'she's telling you she loves you!" but i've never been right about anything. she squeezes the trigger and of everything she's fucked up in our three glorious, soaked weeks of romance, killing me isn't one of them.

hot wings over america

rotate past

tonight's the night

saloon

Tonight your bunker
of spirits and compliments,
might just do the trick

georgia

long-time girlfriends can
visit empty handed and
argumentative.

vercingetorix (seven sagres)

rides

rommel

i wanted to win
your ego sabotaged us.
now the tanks are gone

as the red fades

just to hit glass

hey.

jesus. it's 4am.

i can't do this without you.

i hate you. don't you remember?

yeah, but how am i supposed to make my living?

can't you hate yourself?

felt

indie rock deserves
a fucking punch to the face
or a velvet touch.