props to matt swartz and the rest of the crew holding me down with the realness
Here everybody start hallucinating. Like, try and imagine you DIDN'T drink half a gallon of sherm and you DIDN'T eat a thousand blotters an hour ago looking at these images together, playing the song, nodding your head.
My living quarters, a fun place we called the "hobbit" because of how generously, luxuriously large it was just like the books by Tolkien! Nothing to do with the stature of hobbits or the whole starvation thing.
The menu:
Breakfast: a small carton of milk and a banana
Lunch: a piece of cheese and piece of bread
Dinner: a tortilla and a few raw pinto beans.
After a lot of therapy, even more mind altering chemicals/medications, and several half-hearted (mostly on their side) attempts at reconciliation with my parents for sending me to this fucking nightmare for three months:
I'm still a shattered mess.
I guess that's just how life works.
Sometimes you're flush and sometimes you're fucked imprisoned illegally in a foreign country sent there by your duped parents who looked at a glossy brochure and hired some big rednecks to kidnap you at four in the morning from your bed and take you in shackles to the airport.
The world is far more insane than you think it is.
She won't have trouble paying her karmic debt if they take visa, mastercard, or amex.
The noose is tightening and Casey Anthony is choking, basically breathless, and could drop at any second and snap her little neck.
She is out of jail and she is going to get one last chance to get just enough cash to leave the country, get extensive facial plastic surgery, and regardless, live in horriblefearthe rest of her fucked life.
They want her disgusting mouth moving making sounds on tape so bad a station in ohio has offered her five milliondollars and other producers are calling out more six figure offers and the bidding isn't even done yet. Holy shit, she's going to be rich, infamous, and free...
She gets Beautiful Life tattooed on her after her kid has been MISSING for a month plus. She fucking killed that kid. No doubt.
Casey got her mothafuckin swagga back. She prolly got broom-raped in that jail though.
Raw musical talent drawn up into the eye of a syringe and sucked into the stem of a pipe and shot back out in the form of the emaciated corpse of Amy Winehouse in some london apartment. Fuck. Another musical prodigy dead at 27, what a crying fucking shame. Seriously. I loved her bluesy style, her raspy, defiant voice and lyrics, and her big Fuck You to the exploding rehabusiness bonanza; some good all those rehabs did her, poor fuckin' girl. Maybe if we hadn't observed her like some rabid zoo creature on the verge of extinction in a science journal, she might have survived. Then again, every junkie is like a setting sun. Suns tend to set.
Fucking hot when she wasn't shooting crack in her eyes.
The lesson? Be very, very careful doing your drugs at the age of 27, somehow that specific year of life somehow makes drugs stronger and more pure and you might catch a bad one and fuck your ass up and turn the color of a 10 mg Adderall: blue.
Even better, take a break and either gamble excessively or drink like a fish, skip doing drugs for a year and just grab your needles, pipes, and pills on your 28th birthday!
Safety first when you're getting high guys, remember.
Anyway, that horrible shit aside, what the fuck really is going on in the whole music thing? Is Dubstep really for 8th graders and Ketamine addicts only? Are the Black Keys as dope on Magic Potion as they sound? Does hip-hop still even exist? Is Lady Gaga someone you would recognize if you heard a song? You're fucked if you answered yes.
Good musicis the following. Listen closely:
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and for Amy:
Cause every junkie's like a setting sun...
PEACE TO: Chris, Jim, Kurt, Jimi, Janis, Elvis, Brad, Brian, Amy, and every other talented human being taken out of the game at ANY AGE from fucking narcotics/liquor/violence. We still love you through your music and art, will love you forever for exposing your souls so we could feel better and more alive. One love.
