cunt, cunt, cunty cunt…honey, this breakfast is cuntastic…last night’s game? why it was cuntacular…i’m sorry for being such a cunt…now bring your cunt over here…it sounds like it needs a good cunt licking…
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okay now i just ffel like a prornographer…am i pandering to the bottom feeders…it’s smut, i know it is…it only slightly better than a well written penthouse lettre…as a writer i know i’m goood at three things…lonlieness, violence and sex…its whatg i do…to be ashamed of that would somehow be akin to apologizing for breathing…
for me good storytelling begins with character…characters making choices…and then reacting, or not, to the consequences…because there is no choice without consequence…this is the lesson of daily life…add a dash of drama…and blam…youve got the beginings of a good story…it’s a fairly simple formula…just like a martini, it’s easy to fuckj up…the question here is what constitutes drama…in a human life the most pivitol events hinge on one of two things…love and death…these to me are the most fascinating parts of life…what drivesus to love…whhat are the many ways humans express love…hoow do we acknoledge death, if at all…addmitedly, sex and violence lie at the surface of these questions…why do we fuck…we seem to be part of an exclusive club that has sex for reasons other than procreeation…or is that a lie…why do we kill…again, we seen to be the exception in a system where the rule is to only kill for survival…theis is the stuff my writing comes from…and it the only defense i have for my subject matter…
outdoor rock concerts…the reasons why not…frat house mall boys…with their mohawk mulletts and plastic elvis glasses…i wanna pimp slap them just to watch the truckeer capps fall off their heads…their drunk dates…falling down laoded before the sun sets…before the show’s over, she”ll be puking or getign fucked in the back of somebody’s car…the acid eating hippies…reeling in the years…the only thing stronger than their pachouli…the stink of regret..some of us live in the here and now…yuppies who show up late to a GA show…pushing their way in front…walking gentrification…me…for spending the first hour of the show writing this rant in my head.
the reasons why…musicians who play with passion and integrity…fans returning that passion with enthusiasm and respect…the contact high
i’m seruiosly comtemplating ditching the hit counter…hit counters, site meters and such…they are the achilles heel of blogging…why do i care how many peole are clicking me…i’m goin to write anyway…i’ve been writng in one form or another for 18 years…blogging is just one more way of doing it…i never gave a damn if anyoner read my shit previously, why is is so almighty important today?…it’s a measurement of trafic…not quality…nor sincerity…that’s it…i’m convinced…the counters die today…kill yours too…your blog just might get better
another fine colorado evening…contemplatiing music…specifically..jazz…that woord means a loyt of different things…to some it’s light innocuous music that plays in the background of your life…for others its showtunes…and covers of pop songs…it is tyhose things…yet i thionk jazz is at it’s bewst when it does tywo things…going back and moving forward…jazz began as dance music…it was whhat peole listened to when they got they groove on…tooday there are some jazz musicxians who still understandf that…especially on the latin flavor…and in that interesting place where hiphopmeetsjazzmeetselectronic…going back…the other thing tht jazz does really well is get intelectual on it…challenging and changing conventional musical thinking…ts monk knew…in the fifties people though he was playing space music…now they sell cars with it…moving forward…