Archive for October, 2011
To best enjoy this album, sit 4 to 8 feet away from quality speakers.
Create a triangle with your head in those speakers.
Do not turn down your mids.
Clean your ears.
Sit on something with back support.
Wear loose fitting clothing.
Avoid overhead lighting.
Close your eyes.
To best understand the material,
Work part time.
Make less than $20,000 a year.
Grow your hair out.
Live under constant threat of eviction.
Wait until your bills arrive and pick envelopes before paying them.
Have a pregnancy scare.
Have highly personal and easily misunderstood goals.
Maintain a healthy body weight.
Always have a scheme or a poorly thought out plan.
Wake after nine but before noon.
Have roommates regardless of your age.
Be a success sexually but remember your failures.
Understand the world wasn’t made for you.
Understand your parents are just people and be nice unless they unmarry.
Understand sexual partners know you better than your friends and treat them warmly.
Have definite opinions but understand the world does not care.
Judge people on how they will feature in D&D campaign.
Love animals.
Do not treat retarded people like lepers.
Really don’t treat lepers like lepers.
Be kind to people.
Listen to Renee and Angela.
Do not be afraid of other people’s opinions.
Understand art has a context and don’t dismiss things outright.
Don’t resent people with money. don’t be married.
Do not have children.
Avoid hard drugs, they make you talk too loud and that’s annoying.
Understand people have the right to be tasteless.
Approach doors/drugs/dogs with confidence and not fear.
Attach yourself to people who are funny, distance yourself from uptight squares.
Embrace the media.
Try new things.
END OF A YEAR (SELF DEFENCE FAMILY)
Published October 31, 2011 INSPIRE ME Leave a CommentTags: DEATHWISH INC
Patrick and I shared an office…and maybe a loft. Fucking genius
Mistletoe, tattooed to the back of my skull.
Welcome home, chapped lips.
Slapshot taught, “Might makes right,”
but that must be a lesson I have missed.
Can I put my thumb down your throat?
Please, spit into my mouth.
Don’t look to the door, dear.
It’s cold out there, I fear.
With report of a wintry mix.
And here’s the twist:
I torched your coat.
Kept my eye lid ajar and finally saw,
What I now know best:
My body in motion most resent yours at rest.
Can I put my thumb down your throat?
Please, spit into my mouth.
Don’t look to the door, dear.
It’s cold out there, I fear.
With report of a wintry mix.
And here’s the twist:
I torched your coat.
Grandpa died on far-off frontlines,
But that’s not the end for me.
I much prefer warmth and the night to take its course,
With your mouth around my tongue.
Mistletoe, tattooed to the back of my skull.
Welcome home, chapped lips.
Slapshot taught, “Might makes right,”
but that must be a lesson I have missed.
