Kinetic

I initially hated "House of Cards." The song is smarter than I am. It has revealed itself to me.

I recall that I spoke to my neighbors earlier. I confessed that I frequently refer to them as "those assholes in 3" and deride their Literature degrees. I asked them for beard-grooming tips. I'm experimenting with my facial hair right now. Fucking Radiohead, man. "All I Need" is gorgeous. "Faust Arp" is tossed-off but amazing, like a great McCartney Beatles tune. "Reckoner" makes me wish that I had more seriously pursued learning an instrument.

I have been awake for three days now. I've been drinking cans of Pabst Blue Ribbon and listening to Van Halen and message boarding all day today. I'm going to Seattle on Thursday to visit my family (excepting my brother, who's in Iraq). I talked to them on the phone today and was too drunk to affect anything other than my normal social persona, which is just a whirlwind of irreverence and self-aggrandizement and general cocksuckery. I'm listening to In Rainbows right now. Shit's on.

Oh, Penis Skullduggery. The only thing that you keep changing is your name. My love keeps growing.

The record will show that I threatened to pitch a bitch if Agent was demodded. He is the voice of reason in an otherwise unreasonable world.

Girl. You really got me going. You got me so I don't know what I'm doing. Gurl. You really got me now. You got me so I can't sleep at night. Girl, you really got me going. You got me so I don't know where I'm going, yeah. Awww, YEAH! You really got me now. You got me so I can't sleep at night. (you really got me, you really got me, you really got me.) Please. Don't ever let me be. I always want to be by your side. Pleeze. Don't ever let me be. I only want to be by your side. Gurl. You really got me going. You got me so I don't know what I'm doing, yeah. Awww, YEAH! You really got me now. You got me so I can't sleep at night. (you really got me! you really got me! you really got me! Gurl. You really got me now. You got me so I don't know what I'm doing. Girl, you really got me now. You got me so I can't sleep at night. GIRL. YOU REALLY GOT ME NOW. YOU GOT ME SO I DON'T KNOW WHERE I'M GOING, YEAH. Awww, YEAH! You really got me now. You got me so I can't sleep at night. (you really got me! you really got me! you really got me!)

I live my life like there's no tomorrow. All I've got, I had to steal. Least I don't need to beg or borrow. Yes, I'm living at a pace that kills. Ewww, yeah. RUNNING WITH THE DEVIL! Let me tell you all about it. I found the simple life...ain't so simple! When I jumped out on that road. I got no love (no love you'd call real.) Ain't got nobody waiting at home. RUNNING WITH THE DEVIL! I found the simple life weren't so simple, no. When I jumped out on that road. Got no love (no love you'd call "real.") Ain't got nobody waiting at home. RUNNING WITH THE DEVIL!

El Duce was subsequently =-pwned-= by a train. Gwar wins again.

Some Radiohead reference there. I have that EP. Great liner notes. N E Way, let Metal Ed remain mod of the music folder. I used to think he was funny. Then I thought shit was played out. Now I think it's funny again!

I was mistaken..

Penis Skulldugery should be banned on the count of making me lose sleep.

The song "Meat Sandwich" sucks. The idea of a meat sandwich is almost too much to bear. So hungry, pleeze send $$$.

I used to masturbate feverishly in any and all situations. Now I just grind my teeth together and whisper "Penis Skullduggery Penis Skullduggery." The nurse tells me that this is an improvement.

What are you trying to prove, Coat? I mean, fuck. You're already so fucking cool that I can't even stand it. How much cooler can you be?

I've always done it in my sleep, but its only recently become a nervous habit of mine in my waking hours. In the past, I tossed pens and pencils. Now I destroy my teeth.

I dedicate that to Ginger Snaps.

The sheer force of Van Halen's cover of "You Really Got Me" makes me wonder about my direction in life before today. What did I think I was doing?

We're getting funny in the back of my car. I'm sorry honey if I took you just a little too far. Yes. A too, too far. So I told the fellas out behind the bar, so let me tell you honey just how fine you are. Yes. Yes you are. You see, I'm begging you, baby. Begging you, baby. Begging on my hands and my knees. Saying I CAN'T WAIT TO FEEL YOUR LOVE TONIGHT. I see you driving up and down my road. I tell you, honey, you're the prettiest girl I know. That's for sure. But you better use it up before it gets old, though. I tell you, honey, you've let your life grow cold, no. No no no. I'm a'begging you, baby. Begging on my hands and my knees. I CAN'T WAIT TO FEEL YOUR LOVE TONIGHT! Well, I've been working since a'10 of 9. I tell you, sugar, by midnight I'll be fine. Flying high. We'll hit the town, we'll have a hell of time. I tell you, honey, by morning you'll be mine, yes. All mine. You know, I'm begging you, baby. Begging on my hands and my knees. I CAN'T WAIT TO FEEL YOUR LOVE TONIGHT!

I've recently taken to gritting my teeth incessantly. My mouth is a house of horrors.

I *think* that's We Kill Everything, which was released after my conversion to fag rock and thus never listened to by me. Too busy cranking my yank to OK Computer back in '98.

I'm listening to Jailbreak right now. Better than I initially judged it to be. That Stephen Thomas Erlewine was right.

COME ON COME ON COME ON COME ON NOW TOUCH ME BABE! CAN'T YOU SEE THAT I AM NOT AFRAID! WHAT WAS THAT PROMISE THAT YOU MADE! The fuck is this doing on my computer?

It occurs to me now that the harm your username has done to my subconscious may well be permanent. As British pop star Morrissey might have said "This username has opened my eyes, and I will never sleep again."

I d/led the Thin Lizzy album Jailbreak a few weeks ago. It was disappointingly short on brain-rattling rock shit. It doesn't even have the most rocking song about a jailbreak: 10cc claims that with the highly-recommended "Rubber Bullets." The title track is a fine tune, though, and "The Boys are Back in Town" is a quality song, despite being played the fuck out on classic rock and oldies radio.

Nothing beats your current username for ability to disturb my sleep. Is it the skull? The dug? The penis? I don't know. But until you both change and commemorate it, I cannot rest.