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Post by David Werking on Jul 8, 2003 2:26:29 GMT -5
...it's funnier when cartoons are saying it. But you can see the problem.
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Post by David Werking on Jul 8, 2003 3:09:45 GMT -5
Current Events: Homosexaul activists are in the news wrecking any chance for gay rights. My housemate is definately smoking something in the house. He says it's sage. It smells awful whatever it is, since I dont know...cos Ive never smelled pot before, I just know what people are like when they're on it. My view on drugs: sometimes I read zines. The people that want it to be legalized are all very radical. Yes it doesn't make any sense. Yes, their addiction controls them, rather than vice versa. I just feel sad because life fucks you up as is. Why would you want to mess up your life faster. I think my views of drug abuse may be predjudiced because when I did after school programs there was this Mom who'd never show up to take care of her kid because of it. And they were always moving from foster care to the grandparents to another state...and the kid was a good kid but he stayed out all night and couldnt concentrate...even when you think it doesnt it always affects people. L.A. just is so messed up. Theres all this racism. (The "White Flight" as it is so called that happened in the seventies with all the white people moving their kids to private school...so the kids have no diversity in the classroom...they're stuck in this little world and parents just pass down the same attitudes to their kids. Then add that to the fact that actually most of the kids more than 75% are in foster care... oh crap Im rambling....
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Post by David Werking on Jul 8, 2003 4:12:02 GMT -5
hell no. i wasnt rambling thats brilliant. GET A MARKER WRITE IT DOWN. Right now I'm thinking about someone I once met that I never wrote to who I cant remember their name when I should. Im also thinking about Amile. What did you like best about Amile? Im also thinking I should tell the story behind that bone I found in Texas. It was a church trip and I was four or so. I recall the air smelled like smouldering grass...you know how the air smells different on some hot days but there arent any fires around? This cow had been shot through the leg and the bone part of the leg was off and the carcass was taken and the ants ate it smooth. And somehow I felt like all of Texas was in that bone I found...I havent found any new bones like that.
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Post by David Werking on Jul 8, 2003 4:23:37 GMT -5
I should be in bed instead Im choosing to type my energy away and look at it drain today I walked 6 halves of a mile and yet and still these limbs arent at their limits although all I feel is their sorrow. That’s all I hear from them, little bedroom lies I’m warning you not to say you’re going to spend more time this week. Bloody for some entertainment or for some guidance on what should amuse you most. It isn’t the day. The red never leaves the clouds. A fly on the ceiling is oozing its way through the fan. A Teddy Ruxpin in the bathroom of a girl . I’m not going to lie to you. I’ve watched it fall down. I’ve watched it fall down and it never got up not like I expected it to you see that would be idealizing it. Now the respite whatever the risk. So if I get scared, do what I always do. And it’s proved beneficial. But I wish there was more to prove. Go out on my case. Man. The stinger’s still in. “oh how could that have happened to you” she decries in a time of upmost sincerity she decries until it arises its decreed. Because I don’t want to laugh she says so. And im opening her. Im opening her to the ceiling and to the six winds that guide my craft. Aluminum on tin. Uncapped penny. Uncoppered/ unstuck. surf wax surf wax surf wax surf wax surf wax I can’t imagine going to sleep on someones staircase for two or three hours at a time although I can imagine sleeping in a car. A little miss limo. A SUV limo. Even when she screams she always sounds like its okay. I know I have her forever. Catatononahottinroof. Cotton moth and eddie bunker fish cobb andbamboomwussumpow. I hope I get my inspiration. Inspiration is a great ass feeling I never got a second wind but at least ive gotten inspiration. Inspiration= Persistance+caffeine. Slide down the chair. Im picturing this page with a whole whistle of pages before it. Stuff the drool back and check the fridge. More acids. Maybe ill bake a pie for the next door neighbor. Or just give her a pie tin and tell her Ill need it back by Sunday because that’s when the games on and could you mind Walter Malthau is batting 100 it’s a new record. Here comes a hairy simulated pulsating vagina rounding second. The pitch is up and the crowds are inside beating the fans for liking such awful awful crap and wasting their entire lives. On trivia. And jargon. My good taste does nothing. I might as well be just another schmuck.
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Post by David Werking on Jul 8, 2003 4:26:03 GMT -5
What are you thinking?
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Post by David Werking on Jul 8, 2003 16:12:01 GMT -5
Gone are last nights fervors, replaced by a steadybreeze from the shoreline and a sense of logical quid pro quo. There's a lot of Escrow places around here. You know I was shocked when I found out what Escrow was. Why can't people solve their own problems? Lots of spiders out too last night. All these arguments of mine I realize they just go on and on because they're rooted in emotion, not logic. I realize that those friendships never happened mainly because of scheduling problems. Again, Im off the hook.
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Post by David Werking on Jul 8, 2003 19:19:13 GMT -5
(echoing icon there*
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Post by iconoclastreed on Jul 8, 2003 22:34:44 GMT -5
wha.. me? what am i thinking? your roomate is definitely smoking weed. why would people smoke sage? i think you should seriously confront them about their habits and how they dont pay rent, if you havent already. not paying rent would be the final draw for me. my friends smoke weed because their lives are pretty lame at the moment. artificial escape. seems like an american phenomeon to me. were so comfortable, no ethnic or religious identity to fight from oppression, feeding the family is a piece of cake. our lives are devoid of meaning. but i can also sound like a spoiled brat. ive never hated george bush as much as i do now. just read some article about how bush stated that iraq bough uranium from niger in the state of the union address, but theres no grounds at all and the "evidence" was proven forged. yet, nobody will know about this, or do know but will disregard it. how millions of americans believe iraq tried to buy uranium and how its so easy for the pres. to make them believe it. this universe is absurd. enough of that, i could go on forever. i think youre pretty lucky that youre living a bohemian artist lifestyle. you already have that behind you, while other people want to make that leapt into uncertainty but end up majoring in business or something.
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Post by David Werking on Jul 9, 2003 1:01:48 GMT -5
oh yes and we're very bad Americans because Bush went and saw Amistad. Big letters underline underline: SLAVERY! Oh god no dont tell him that Africans enslaved their own people long before we came along and oh god dont tell him that Europe was also into the whole "slave scene" and that Europe never gave any slaves RESTITUTION like AFFIRMATIVE ACTION and wotnot. Europe just moved on...but we Americans are guilt addicts. oh and we're not slaves: oh no: were just stuck in a class system. Same thing different name. I so rarely like rich people.
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Post by David Werking on Jul 9, 2003 1:07:51 GMT -5
I've been thinking about calling the cops on him. I know the cops dont do shit, but maybe they would put him in a rehabilitation program. I'd love to just--you know--mess with him a little. (the halo held up by horns) My significant other says if they dont pay by Monday they're out of here. I think shes just worried about finding new housemates at such a time. It's never a good time.
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Post by David Werking on Jul 9, 2003 1:09:29 GMT -5
Icon yes I was echoing you...but I really don't want to be so pessimistic. Every year I notice myself getting more and more bitter.
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Post by David Werking on Jul 9, 2003 5:01:58 GMT -5
uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh--- Marshall, Will and Holly On a routine expedition Met the greatest earthquake ever known High on the rapids It struck their tiny raft And plunged them down a thousand feet below
you all talk now. *leaving*
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Post by tourist on Jul 9, 2003 15:13:29 GMT -5
I think that most people visit this site because they're interested in Xiu Xiu, or like-minded bands, or indie music in general. I can't imagine that a single person logs onto this board just hoping to god for an update on the David Werking roomate crisis. The only thing worse than the constant rehashing of your (enormously uninteresting) personal life, are your truly embarrassing attempts at philosophical/experimental writing. Actually, there is one interesting aspect of your neverending roomate saga, and that's the mystery of why that guy hasn't smothered you in your sleep.
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Post by iconoclastreed on Jul 9, 2003 23:42:27 GMT -5
a little harsh eh? do you two have a history or something? i think its pretty creative.
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Post by David Werking on Jul 10, 2003 0:15:02 GMT -5
no I dont know this person icon. Hey! If people don't want to read what I have to write and want to read about xiu xiu--that's just fine. Go do that! Its very odd that someone would feel so strongly about me and my writing that they would have to complain. I may have a little bit of talent, but Im here and Im using it instead of sitting on it. Tourist, you show me the way to write good. Till then, deal.
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