another one of these Sunday nights. I dread Monday mornings. it’s more of the same bullshit you have to put up with. my spell checker is questioning my usage of the word bullshit now. I have to assure it it has its place. this isn’t some business template. wrists are sore as I write this. Elliot Smith playing.
drove down the rode to Waldorf
Soulside is playing
drove down and now
I’m looking out the window
I will pick up and
I’ll pick up again
because it’s a struggle
and if you can’t be steady
you do what you can
the body wants to fade out
the body wants to be built up
the soil is pulling it
back into the earth
some age well
childhood memories are
haunting these days
disturbing real life horror
DJ Shadow is playing
hung out with some friends
a birthday party
some quit smoking and were
experiencing withdrawal
just concentrate on the Kung Fu
I advised
Lord of the Wu-Tang was on
the carrots and raw fruits
brought life back
the headache was gone
Bodega Bay
this is where The Birds
smashed into telephone booths
from the sky saw the gas station
on fire and attacked the diner
pecking everyone bloody
cover your eyes
they go for those first thing
Bodega Bay
this place I wanna visit someday
for some sort of morbid vacation spot
quiet with caution and on Halloween
or something
now for Adam and his Package
my MP3 walkman is acting strange
and I relied on it too
Into Another, that Ignaurus album
was no damn joke
I got on that bus
-while I DJ, this is important to note
I am not in the club full circle, I’m
remembering that road-
angry on the bus in extreme heat
under a furious air conditioner on my
neck in 94′ giving me
bronchitis brutal July
the music carried me through
Into Another, Sense Field . . .
my precious crappy walkman
this woman cussed me out for
some reason out of the blue
for no reason once while it was playing
she was insane, dude I’m just telling you
plenty of Bradshaw memories that
never made it to Journal of Thought
big emotional messes.
Iceburn playing, yeah I listened to them
around the same time too
King Street, Golden Triangle, this is all
a new era that I will think back too later down the road
just this weekend I was remembering fond memories
of this past Halloween and summer
I end out with Doug E. Fresh
Six Minutes, Six Minutes Doug E. Fresh
you’re on
uh uh on, uh uh on . . .
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