taken by Cedar S. at some anonymous bar last night and sent to me while i was sitting right next to him...
Jul 30, 2010
Jul 27, 2010
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Jul 18, 2010
Frost/Nixon, Jessica, Trumer Pils, the wind, dreams come true, coffee, Blue Paddle, Zeitgeist, OkCupid, square toed shoes, Indian food, Logan Ryan Smith, DP, The Grateful Dead, harem pants, True Blood, Jessica's parents, car accident, Demosthenes Agrafiotis, the LES, Ugly Duckling Presse, Volare's Pizza, Buffy The Vampire Slayer Season 3, Lindsey Boldt tattoos, Canadian tuxedos, Sunday Sunday Sunday...
Jul 17, 2010
i cursed out Andrew Kenower on the phone tonight
hope he knows that that means i love him
a girl from LA told me she thought i was beautiful
outside of Molotov's after the Mission Creek Festival
i told her my name was Johnny then tried to shake her hand
she told me that she doesn't shake hands with people
so i asked her what we should do, she told me
that i should grab her ass, and then she bent over
in front of me so i grabbed her ass and asked her
what her name was, she said it was Lindsey
and that she had 2 kids, then i drank some vodka tonics
and got a text from Jessica that she was at the symphony
and i think i texted her back "jesus thats rad" and then
wrote some exquisite corpse thing with Boldt and Orth
then i saw this punk rocker dude named Mackey smoking
a smoke and asked him when Dopecharge was playing next
and he told me that they were playing the next week in the
Inner Richmond at some secret warehouse doo-hickey
and that i should check his Myspace for details
and then i saw Theo with his shirt tucked in looking hammered
and we did the daps and talked about his new rap album
and then i told Boldt that she should get a falafel sandwich
from Ali Baba's instead of a slice from Mythic and she thought
that was a good idea so she bounced and i got another vodka
tonic and stole her Mead notebook and wrote this poem while
she mashed up the block getting some food
"If I was the Creature From the Black Lagoon I would jump in that swamp I keep in my wallet Treading water in 3-D Every time I meet a pretty girl From LA I keep my hands In my pockets even when She bends over in The LH, and I bet I would Sound like Ready-Roc-C beat boxing 'Amazing!, Startling!, Shocking! Before she spills that swamp-bass All over her shorts, a bee-line
Back down I-5 to Glendale Where the nicest Liquor store man Any of us monsters Has ever met, steady rocks Jokes next to his Lord Of The Rings pinball machine"
hope he knows that that means i love him
a girl from LA told me she thought i was beautiful
outside of Molotov's after the Mission Creek Festival
i told her my name was Johnny then tried to shake her hand
she told me that she doesn't shake hands with people
so i asked her what we should do, she told me
that i should grab her ass, and then she bent over
in front of me so i grabbed her ass and asked her
what her name was, she said it was Lindsey
and that she had 2 kids, then i drank some vodka tonics
and got a text from Jessica that she was at the symphony
and i think i texted her back "jesus thats rad" and then
wrote some exquisite corpse thing with Boldt and Orth
then i saw this punk rocker dude named Mackey smoking
a smoke and asked him when Dopecharge was playing next
and he told me that they were playing the next week in the
Inner Richmond at some secret warehouse doo-hickey
and that i should check his Myspace for details
and then i saw Theo with his shirt tucked in looking hammered
and we did the daps and talked about his new rap album
and then i told Boldt that she should get a falafel sandwich
from Ali Baba's instead of a slice from Mythic and she thought
that was a good idea so she bounced and i got another vodka
tonic and stole her Mead notebook and wrote this poem while
she mashed up the block getting some food
"If I was the Creature From the Black Lagoon I would jump in that swamp I keep in my wallet Treading water in 3-D Every time I meet a pretty girl From LA I keep my hands In my pockets even when She bends over in The LH, and I bet I would Sound like Ready-Roc-C beat boxing 'Amazing!, Startling!, Shocking! Before she spills that swamp-bass All over her shorts, a bee-line
Back down I-5 to Glendale Where the nicest Liquor store man Any of us monsters Has ever met, steady rocks Jokes next to his Lord Of The Rings pinball machine"
Jul 16, 2010
Jul 15, 2010
Jul 13, 2010
Knowing
for Andrew Kenower
You'd have to be familiar with Ezekiel
To really get Nic Cage's blockbuster bomb
Knowing
I mean, this is all about the Nordic aliens
Val Thor, the FBI and ancient astronauts
And Cage's kid wasn't even half bad
I kept wanting to call him "Eliot"
Something about the end of that movie
reminded me of Perelandra, the wheat field
was an ocean landscape, a blown out Eden
outside of Alexandria, the president
wouldn't wait as long as he did
if the sun ejaculated an apocalypse
penetrating 1.2 miles into the earth's crust
Val Thor spoke of Christ's presence
in the Universe, just like Nic Cage's
Dad was a preacher with 4 faces
The Lion, The Man, An Ox, The Eagle
I bet Dark Brandon knows about
Ezekiel's Wheel, I wouldn't have rented
Knowing without his YouTube channel
I looked and saw a windstorm coming out of the earth
All four of them had faces and wings
Mid-Town is even too crowded in the movies
Jul 12, 2010
Jul 10, 2010
Jul 8, 2010
there really is nothing worse than "street art"
i don't care about your can control
give me Neck Face over Twist any day of the week
your crew is haggard, your pants are baggy, your Kangol hat looks gay
there is nothing worse than an aging Hip Hopper
this is not a poem
this is not a poem from RAVE ON!
for real, i hate your "street art" blog
i hate your dumb stencil art, just want to buff your fucking face
get ups in your black book by puking in it
call you a mark, call you a toy, buff your whole world
i don't care about your can control
give me Neck Face over Twist any day of the week
your crew is haggard, your pants are baggy, your Kangol hat looks gay
there is nothing worse than an aging Hip Hopper
this is not a poem
this is not a poem from RAVE ON!
for real, i hate your "street art" blog
i hate your dumb stencil art, just want to buff your fucking face
get ups in your black book by puking in it
call you a mark, call you a toy, buff your whole world
Jul 7, 2010
Jul 4, 2010
4th of July (by Sakkis, Orth and Boldt after watching the fireworks at Alamo Square Park 2010)
I was born to be your man
Blowing bubbles on San Simeon
A Ritz crackers summer
Whistling Towns on the Cul De Sac
There’s a cucumber waitin’ for its brine
There’s bread sitting by the toast
I don’t know how to change
I guess that’s what hurts me the most
Walk hallways skirting rooms
Not knowing our fellows + their bric a brac
Their dust bunnies, their thick+ shallow spaces
Hoping we’ll find it quicker in one another’s faces
Walked in the restaurant on a Chevy's
Birthday, when our cousins are frozen
We can't tell where to pop in the car
Stupidly calling condos "condoms"
Let’s watch all those fireworks
On the hill whiskey + beers
Let’s laugh at those assholes
And we’ll call it all souvenirs
Shut-ups + all my one + onlyies
Fill a heart with syrup let it all be thick
Watch ‘splosions + their sisters
Wake-up w/ a hankering for morning
What kind of sailor do u take me for?
That u might find a seashell in place
Of a rib humming mechanics all over
The place, and what a goddamed mess
It all is living blue by the sea
I might have a bellyache
I might have lice
I think I got AIDS
From loving Jesus Christ
Whose Daddy do you want to be?
And whose Mama are you already
It’s party time on couchsurft.net
And I’m all up on you + me
Well I was born to be your baby
And u were born to be my baby, if only we
Were born at those hills we could
Be souvenirs bought and forgotten
Whose daddy u forgot to be
Be souvenirs bought and forgotten
Whose daddy u forgot to be
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