since this is my blog...

this would be the appropriate forum for this, since I feel that everyone who sees this



I can't write enough to explain.

take mushrooms, listen to Bill Hicks.

live life, read books, devour film, culture, all these different forms just to finally say "hey, we actually did care", but when it all comes down to it, we just gaze at our shoes, or lightly tap on keys, nothing to show for it, nothing to stand up for, HOWEVER; we can create. not just life, but art. Life as art, one of the oldest modems known to our kind, but all realize that is key.

to sift the waves;
ride the peaks;
in all the great highs;
all the modern lows;


I don't want to be looked upon as a casualty or anything, just to say that I do serve a purpose, I can express myself in any way I choose, even with all this webbing cut down, no more bullshit.

FUCK! THIS IS A MUSIC BLOG!!!

(mainly)

I don't have anything to post, I'm not in a state to really recommend anything.


I'm listening to Ride's "Nowhere", and it's sounding pretty good right now.

The Fall - Psykick Dance Hall

Look, I really, really like The Fall. This is a three-disc, 49-track set of the earlier line-up's "spartan, post-punk", whatever, sound. It's Mark E. Smith. Repetition, repetition, repetition. The three R's. The man whose head expanded. Elastic man. That man. MES.

It's probably not the best idea to listen to all of this at once, unless you're truly one of the brave, but definitely give it a chance. Unless you already have a copy, then you can e-mail me and we can be best friends.

almighty.boognish@gmail.com


eg
self
satis
fied
smug
fin