sit on the roof of your house.
stare vacantly at the gouged sockets
blood dribbles upwards.
cars act as cells traveling through capillaries/
aging wrinkles gape upwards from the cement.

below the cement lie
trillions of grains of sand, dust,
dirt, debris,
earth that's been traversed for
years upon years with centuries to
claim to have lived through.

sit on your roof and see
and deep inside this endless
row of palm trees and houses
and buildings and highways/
contained within a sphere that
hovers upon seemingly nothing
swinging by an invisible string
this language calls gravity.

time means nothing to
the tiny bodies of matter
waiting patiently and
quietly, far beneath our feet.

they ponder why the
surface dwellers whine
so much.

all the while, far above
clouds feel the prying eyes
of the many voyeurs,
some thinking of the others.

i haven't got many raging nightmares in mind right now, but i will keep you, loyal reader, posted. why do i bother writing notes (and dating them) everywhere when i barely ever go back and read them over. i'm a fucking [il]logic dispenser, stuck on a wall with thick droopy bubble gum outside a really large and looming building.

or, i'm just a little "creative" right now because i smoked a pair of skimpy blunts to the Bernie Mac Show.

i want to review more movies or records, but i want to rate recent material. like this year recent. i mean, i guess i could just rate some vhs movies. i really don't know why i bother wondering the "whether or not's" of situations at all. i mean, i usually end up doing them anyway.

Here's a good rule to remember, kids/

always stick to plan a.
even if it sounds like
the wrong plan. through experience,
i've learned that plan b
is most usually much worse
than whatever plan a may
be. i mean, in hindsight
that's probably the reason it's
plan b at all, right?

SPECIAL SELECT REVIEW #1
INLAND EMPIRE directed by DAVID LYNCH running time 179 MINUTES
the surreal adventure of an actress in an ill-fated movie project.
like a bad dream that's got a hold on your leg and is dragging you through a long and winding gravel hallway to a most certainly painful and emotionally scarring death.
on a more elusive note/John Carpenter is a famous movie director who made his own music for a few of his early films, like in the 80s. the music, i remember, sucked the fur off a donkey's balls, smothered in nacho cheese, then maybe sprinkled with cottage cheese and parmesan. the music in this film, on the other hand, skips (in the jolliest fashion) hand in hand with the strong images and shaky "art house film"-status camera handling. this Lynch guy really cooked up a mean score.

2010 record review, #1

Vampire Weekend - Contra . . . . RATING: *

yeah, this group's hated on a bit, but i still liked their first record. i've got it on vinyl. and i'm not gonna sell-it-back-cos-i-realise-i-don't-like-it-after-all any time soon (i hope), like that Kings of Leon record (white vinyl won't make the music any less shit) i sold back some time ago. or the last Franz Ferdinand release (they stopped being awesome after the first record).

i guess the hype sucked off Vampire Weekend dry; or maybe they are trying too hard to be cool? unless they aren't trying hard enough. then again, they could simply be trying just as hard as before except this time their songs weren't good.

so yeah, the debut album was good. this one, "Contra," isn't great. it's franz ferdinand all over again. bummer, man. CONTRA, the nes game, on the other hand, kicks ass....

p.s.
i hate that there's an "old" animal collective now. is there anybody else in here who feels the way i do? "Merriweather Post Pavilion" grew on me, i admit, but the e.p. that followed was lame. "Sung Tongs" was great though, and "Spirit...." was good, too.

"Danse Manatee" goes hand in hand with Man is the Bastard's noisy latter-life. tsk tsk, Animal Collective; y'knowthey haven't been the same since they moved to Domino, know what i'm saying?

great waves of vast red sea, i control my very mobilized brain pattern by fueling my blood and muscles with sticky, green pot.