Snapshot: Listening, Watching, Reading, Wearing, Wanting

Listening:      Kyuss - Demon Cleaner. Smooth and yet still gritty as fuck, this music still smells like pot to me. In the early 90's while grunge bands were covering the world with a thick haze of slime which seeped forward from Seattle, these boys were out in the desert making a more psychedelic tinged stoner rock. Totally non-conformant (in a non-hipster way) and some of the grooviest heavy metal out there, I can't fault Kyuss. Plus, they will never reform as the lead singer has stated that he wouldn't ever want to cheapen the music by "rubbing [his] dick on it."

Watching:      Game of thrones online. So fuckin' cool man. ;)

Reading:        Actually, re-reading 'The Black Tulip' by Alexandre Dumas. Part historical fantasty, part romance, part suspense thriller and part fucking awesome! Dumas is a master of narrative, and regularly interacts with his audience in a way which never breaks the mood.

Wearing:        My old jeans, which 'the girl' (as she has requested she be referred to) made just a wee bit custom for me. Of course, the knees are still ripped to shit though...

Wanting:        It fucking ALL! Give me the world.

They taste surprisingly sweet

Also, I've been spelling it 'suprise' my whole fucking life! What the HELL??!

All Along the Watchtower

Challenge yourself with a little perspective

Up in Smoke

Talk Show Guests

lol

Crimson and Clover, Over and Over

Poetry my Ass

Being a total bastard prick on the inside, one of my favouritest things in life is taking the piss of what people perceive as being their truest innermost selves. Nothing presents this opportunity more often than amateur poetry, and for that I salute it.

Take for example a guy I used to know who is now posting regular poetry on facebook from the blog he made for it. I could point out so many humorous aspects in this as it really cracks me up. Everything from his commitment to fundamentalist Christianity (his dad happens to be a preacher) to the fact that he reverts to speaking as if he's in the 18th century as soon as he starts writing.

"Time bestows upon me a warning"

But my personal favorite is still the rhyming...       It.      Is.       EXTREME!

Yet finally I define; To give to you the meaning mine

For this term I have in mind, take that which I have refined

For if you are inclined to read my final line.

 

 

So yeah, i'm a bad person.

Love, Sam.

 

Fuck, I gotta be an expert...

The Inkspots

If I didn't care, would I still feel this way?
If it isn't love, can my heart still feel betrayed?

Happy 420!

Yeah, this may just be turning into a weed blog, but whatcha gonna do? 

ITS 420!

Nothing is that simple.
What may appear black & white is often made up from shades of grey.

Nothing is as pure as I'd like.
Nobody is that innocent and they always have their motives.

Nothing that's worth it is easy.
Push yourself forward, because nobody else is losing out when you fail.

Its never as good as you remember.
Nostalgia is a filter through which we see what we need to.


Or, in the words of Mr. H. L. Mencken:
For every complex problem, there is a solution which is simple, neat, and wrong.

Where the Wild Things Were

How much would you pay for one for these??

It ain't easy bein' cheesy

The High Life

Endless oceans and soundscapes of the mind.

So Chill...

These Mean Streets

Yup

Aaaand... Then We Insert Some Satan