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| 02:39pm 20/02/2007 |
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Arrive home at 1:30 am for the third night in a row. Drag myself off of the floor around 1pm to answer the telephone.
Tom: Wanna see the Eyesores? Sam: Hell YES.
Shit, I only have two dollars. OH WELL, will go anyways.
Work, sweep, mop.
Tiiime to go!
Drive drive drive, now we are in Providence.
Ummmm, abandoned mill? Yes, thats the place!
Around the dumpsters, past the burnt up furniture, down by the creek, up the stairs.
HOLY CRAP THIS PLACE IS INCREDIBLE
The venue was some squat flat in an old mill, hiden around back, full of someones art, old records, weirdo lighting, broken mirrors, giant plaster dragon head, and decrepit couches.
Dave(aka MANBEARD): Want some pasta?
Of course I do!
hang out for hours...
Manbeard plays songs about mantis rays and the isle of ponies.
Some shitty shitty group who would love to be as smart as they think they are.
Big Blood, awesome except for the vocals.
AND THEN
AT 2 AM
ALEC K REDFEARN AND THE EYESORES.
They playyed all of my favorite songs. I almost died, and sort of wished I had, so I could haunt that apartment for ever.
Alec K. Redfearn signed my accordion strap, hell yes, he did.
IM SO DAMN PISSED THAT I FORGOT MY CAMERA.
3:30 am. Time to leave.
At about minute 75 of our 90 minute drive, Tom was being tailgated in the left lane.
TAP THE BREAKS, THAT GUYS A DICK!
Oh, its a cop.
100 dollar ticket at 4:30 am.
Home around dawn.
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| 12:17am 13/01/2007 |
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No more LJ, Im tottally sick of it. |
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| 11:02pm 11/01/2007 |
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back from Arizona |
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| 04:27pm 31/12/2006 |
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"Can I refill your drink, Sugar-Bagel?" The waitress with the horn rimmed glasses asked.
"Yes'm," I replied, and the overweight woman with the mole on he lip deftly poured hot java from a quarter mile away, not spilling a drop.
I just sighed.
I had bigger things than Mole-Lip-Woman on my mind. In exactly four minutes it would be 100 years since the visit from the witch doctor, and the prophecy had to be fullfilled. For the balance. Thats how it works.
But wait, heres a backstory.
One hundred years and four minutes ago I was an eager young cracker with the spirit of a troubidour. I would fill my days and my torso with pudding pops and nickle porn. This was common back then, in the year 2000, for it was the turn of the century and industry was booming. I wanted a peice of the action.
My stand was as slick as a whis'le yes it was. I sold blood thinner, by the truckload.
Id stand out by the road and yell, "Thiiii-nerrr! Getcher thiiii-nerrrr!"
And they would.
Back to the point. I had four minutes untill the prophecy was to be fullfilled. It was a time for action. I jumped off my stool screaming out, "Heyyyy, WHATS the big idea?!"
The four other people in the diner just looked at me. My message was somehow lost on them.
Realizing I was dealling with simpletons I decided to make it very clear. I picked up the lovely fork from the counter and plunged it into my neck. It bled a good deal. A jingle popped into my head. "Its the snack that smiles back untill you bite their heads off."
So true.
"Damn," I thought. "If only there was a huge vat of Blistex around that I could jump into."
The horn-rimmed-over-weight-mole-lip waitress was advancing towards me. She would become my queen!
One minute down.
Staring at her kankles, I said fuck it, Ill remain a bachelor.
Back to the task at hand.
With blood pooling in my shoes I shuffled out of the diner, bringing my coffee with me. I attempted to hail a taxi only to realize that I wasnt in a major metropolis. Doesnt matter. I had nowhere to go. In exactly three minute the prophecy would be fullfilled.
"Mistah, Mistah!" a young boy called running towards me. "Dont do it Mistah! Dont do it!"
I straightened up a bit. "We-ell! Looks like we've got a little Orson Wells on our hands!" I said with a head full of mashed potatoes.
"Mistah. Listen to me Mistah. You dont know it yet, but theres a prophecy abou'chu that will go into effect in exactly three minu-,""OLD NEWS. Talk to the hand."
Two minutes left.
I looked to the sky. There was a full solar eclipse, not that it matters.
It was then that I remembered the fork in my neck. I pulled it out and fell into the hole left by the third tong. There was the sound of corny rock music and drums. I was wooshing down a Koolaid shoot with four strangers, all roaring with glee.
And then I was back standing on the sidewalk in front of The Horn-Rimmed Mole-Lipped diner.
I looked at the coffee cup in my hand.
Then at my watch.
One minute left.
It was time.
I started down the street at a light jog. Best to ease into the kind of things.
I increased my speed as I went around the corner. 20 miles per hour now. Now 45. Screw it, Ill go 80. I maintained a steady increase of speed and eventually made a sonic boom just as I passed Willies Cheese Shop. I ran as fast as I could without falling off the earth, untill the planets rotation finally lurched and started to go backwards. Everything was blury for that minute, but when it was over everyone was inside out and had seven extra toes.
I slowed down, eventually coming to a stop in front of a diner.
I walked inside and took a seat at the counter, setting down my cup.
"Can I refill your drink, Sugar-Bagel?" The waitress with the horn rimmed glasses asked.
"Yes'm," I replied, and the overweight woman with the mole on her lip deftly poured hot java from a quarter mile away, not spilling a drop.
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| 07:57pm 22/12/2006 |
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So after gallons upon gallons of blood sweat and tears, a bit of cash, and one all nighter, the Primal Matter album, A Very Primal Xmas, was released unto an eager public.
Its rad.
We sold them around school for five bucks a peice.
We made about 175 bucks in three days.
After re-embersing myself (almost), every one got forty bucks. Cept me, I only got thirty, cuz I spent 25 bucks on the album covers and cases, and only took the 15 dollars of change as re-embersment, and Im a real nice guy.
In it for the money. |
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| 08:54pm 17/12/2006 |
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On my progress report Mr Willard wrote, "Reluctant to converse in 2nd language" for Advanced Studio Art. |
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| 05:30pm 16/12/2006 |
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I had something halfway important to say, but I forget what it was. |
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| 08:25pm 10/12/2006 |
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It took about a year, but I finally have the accordion kind of figured out.
Ive been battling a band-geek boner all morning, and Ive come out with these discoveries under my belt.
1. The first row of black buttons on the button side go down in descending order by a perfect fifth. This makes it possible to harmonize successfully on the keyboard side.
2. There are buttons that press automatically when a button is pressed. If a button on the first row is pressed, a button on the second row will press down, and the notes will be higher by a perfect fourth, so if your pressing an A on the piano keys, and harmonizing on the button side, you can move up/down to a C# and the harmony will carry over. This works in reverse also, so when your pressing the tenth button on the second row, the sixth button on the first row will also press.
3. Accordion is wicked fucking complicated.
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| 02:20am 10/12/2006 |
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Lost in the woods w/ Steve and Alex.
My mom bought me one of those family dollar prepaid cell phones. Now Im a yuppy. |
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| 07:35pm 08/12/2006 |
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PS. Another classics day has come and gone. Klauser isnt the best person to hang around with in public. Every two minutes was all "We should probably go back now..." ET CETERA! Get it? Latin. |
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| 07:33pm 08/12/2006 |
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It turns out recording albums is more time consuming than anyone (especially Tom, seemingly) initially thought. Im hoping we get it out at least a week before xmas. People will still probably buy it afterwards, but its more appropriate before new years. |
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| 11:41pm 04/12/2006 |
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Its amazing what you can spell with letters. |
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| 07:21pm 03/12/2006 |
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Took the SATs. They were easier than I thought. I dont think I did very well on the math portion. It wasnt even that hard, but I couldnt remember any laws from algebra. I met this really nice girl named Kat, who looked like Kat, but was friendlier or something. I was too tired to make a good impression and I forgot to get her number afterwards even though I was waiting to after the test. Bummed. |
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| 07:36pm 29/11/2006 |
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So just now, as I was squinting at the Visualization Screen of my computation module, my chair squeeked. I bearly even noticed, but then it collapsed, and I was on the floor. It ran away, and I was forced to hover my ass in front of the desk while commenting on my space. Eventually I replaced My Chair with a large chest. She doesnt swivle much, but shes sturdy, and probably wont run away if she breaks. Chair comes back sometimes and laughs and shrieks at The Chest. Its cruel, really. Chest cant help being the way she was born. And now present day. Im choking on bile and my spine looks like a tenticle. What the fuck. I cut off my thumb and threw it to the ground. It sprouted legs and ran away [clearsthroatclearsthroat_bilebilebile] and started a family. I cut off my pinky and gently placed in on the floor. It sprouted legs, but did not run away. It started a family by My Chest. The Thumbs come from far away to battle My Pinkies. The Pinkies dont know how to fight, but are wise and crafty from not being thrown to the ground.
No, that wont do at all. |
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| 03:08am 28/11/2006 |
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This afternoon I dreamt I was eating a butt load of shrimp, but forgot to de-vain them. I woke up and was all, "ew". |
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| 06:10am 23/11/2006 |
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Arbiter of shittily planned dilemmas
you were born with only three faces
shit down to the sub-atomic level
to the last quark
Martyrs mocking, lepers vomiting
while everyone and their mother
team up with toilet water
Don't forget to tell your face
swish swish gargle gargle
This here bowl is half full of shit
and this here shit shall set you free.
"Late For A Date With A Pile Of Atoms In The Water Closet" -The Locust |
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| 02:01am 21/11/2006 |
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mood:  apathetic music: A Heart Sown Black - The Darkness Inside
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Dear Livejournal,
Hi. Its Me again, and I have sooo much to tell you!!! Omg, today was lyk, sooooo awesome!! Tom and I drove around and and tottally tried to blow up this bottle thing, but it was a no go. I was soooo dissapointed!!! That was worse than the time my mascera ran out... So lyk, then we went to this bowling alley, that on the outside just tottally looked like a skanky dive, but it was really sweet inside! It just goes to show, you cant judge a book by its cover! Anyways, after that we were both SUPER hungery, but neither of us had much money. We got the idea to go into this awesome little chineese buffet, but it was 11 dollars a plate, and there was only 8 dollars between us. I tottally had a brain blast though! Luckily we saw toms friends GF and she was such a peach! She gave us 4 dollars! Score! I got a plastic bag and put it in my pocket. Then I went in and ate, and crammed a bunch of food in the bag, and brought it out to Thomas. Omg, it was sooooo cool, lyk we just beat the system! Then I went to work and Tom tottally left a bunch of methane jelly on the counter after I already locked up. :( So that was my day, Livejournal, thanks a bunch for listening! Omg!
<3, Sam
PS! From now on Im only going to type like a tottal douche bag. ROFL!! ROFLOL!!! TTYL! |
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| 03:44am 16/11/2006 |
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Today the police searched everyones bags for bombs and such. This whole thing is spinning into insanity, and Id love to contribute. Im just afraid of getting caught. Perhaps I could talk Crazy Crazy Christian to bringing in something explosive?? Even just firecrackers. I love that Crazy Crazy Christian...
There was nobody in school today, because everybody utilizes Myspace for their underground networking. I was therefor out of the loop.
Today Primal Matter went to this chinese buffet. On the outside it looked like something out of Tom Goes To The Mayor, wich I thought added to the appeal. Cheesey decorations and a depressing facade, the perfect dining experience! The food was kinda gross. I dont think they put out their "A game" on wednesdays. At one point we were the only people there. Wide array of dishes available, just mostly groady.
Showed up an hour late for the meeting where I met my new boss's. Awesome first impression. The meeting wrapped up approximately 4 minutes after I arrived.
INTERNATIONAL SYMBOL OF CUNNILINGUS |
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| 10:24pm 12/11/2006 |
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Last night was pretty friggin rad.
Skated in boston till midnight then saw Gang Green LIVE.
Details later maybe. |
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