Friday, February 29, 2008
Cool Man
I will be heading out on that open road again. Feel that caress of Rock N' Roll my friends. Headed to Portland, Seattle, and Vancouver. Just see what's going on and stuff. What's up with the world? Went to the doctor today and he told me that I can't work for almost another month! Kinda sucks, cause I'm down to work. Get back on the plumb grind! Whatever? That's the way she goes?
Wednesday, February 27, 2008
today is great!
Monday, February 25, 2008
Long Twillz And Trillz
Let's only for a moment pretend that you can simply extend your little foot out to me and I can scroll the tips of the toes with my fingers to tickle you. This is only a manner of speculating idea. Spinning yarns and fun little pontifications about life and existence and as such topics. Let's talk about humans boys and girls. I couldn't help but think about how much the earth hates us today. Driving like some high banshee, talking to myself, throwing cigarettes out the window, and ignoring limitations of speed. You feel more alive when you go fast despite it's dangers. I wanted to jerk off while I was driving because I had gone a full weeks worth without. I told Gary and James and Sean that I don't do that sort of trashy thing to myself, but of course I do! Blitzkrieg Bop on that bomber! (sorry for that) I'm a boy. The Earth fights us in it's own way. It try's to weather us away as it does to itself. Rain and Wind. Ocean and Lightning. Psychedelic Rainbows. Gravity. Shit like that. Everything that is alive is determined to meet that end of life. Earth and Being. Your probably saying: "Whoa Salmon, lay of the vapey bro!" To which I then say: " Vape on broz!"
All that Vapey lingo has to do with a marijuana vaporizer that chills at Gary and James' NoHo Homosexual Bordello. We wont get into that. Just know that you need to smoke as much weed as you can and sync up any sort of movie that you can think of with Dead Meadow or Spiritualized. I'm gonna try to get up to Portland and even Canada within the next week or so? I go to the doctor this week to get on track with my physical therapy for my elbow. It's strange because the arm is healed, although as I have tried to use it in the act of lifting something heavy or when fully extending it doesn't feel right? "I can feel it throbbing hard inside of me.." "That's what she said." Happy Birthday Joe. Oh, and I actually don't smoke weed or condone it at all..
Stay tuned!!!
All that Vapey lingo has to do with a marijuana vaporizer that chills at Gary and James' NoHo Homosexual Bordello. We wont get into that. Just know that you need to smoke as much weed as you can and sync up any sort of movie that you can think of with Dead Meadow or Spiritualized. I'm gonna try to get up to Portland and even Canada within the next week or so? I go to the doctor this week to get on track with my physical therapy for my elbow. It's strange because the arm is healed, although as I have tried to use it in the act of lifting something heavy or when fully extending it doesn't feel right? "I can feel it throbbing hard inside of me.." "That's what she said." Happy Birthday Joe. Oh, and I actually don't smoke weed or condone it at all..
Stay tuned!!!
Sunday, February 24, 2008
I'm Leaving LA Tomorrow..
Wandz
I don't know if this is good or bad? Apparently there is already a band by the name of Wands. Although we spell our name with a z on the end.
Friday, February 22, 2008
Wandz
I'm hella nervous all of a sudden to play in front of a bunch of idiots. Oh well, it will most likely be exactly like the last time I was performing on stage. Ray Mangan and I were singing Stone Soup. Sick as fuck!
LA LA LA LA LA LA... i'm hella thirsty! I'm hella thirsty!
Monday, February 18, 2008
Fast Times At Echo Park And The Greater LA Area..
Partying is always of the most abundance when rolling around LA with the likes of RAL crew/Chico Boys/Curb Dogs, whatever you want to call them? People don't sleep in LA. Vampire hours become Vampire Weekend's. Consuming fucked up Asian silver noodles, drinking Nyquil every chance I get, Getting burrito's stolen by Spanish gentlemen. I should most likely start the story from the beginning. I will do my best.
I woke at 4am on Friday and journeyed to Sacramento. Attended Plumbing school and took the final exam of the two week session. Passed it and got the hell out of there. Made haste down California into blooming green farm land. Through all the willows and buttons. Through all the cows making their way to the dinner tables of America. Drove hellz fast cause I was ready to party. I had to get to Los Angeles.
When I arrived I had to piss so fucking bad that I almost peed on some Asian chick in a BMW while I was stuck in traffic. I finally got to Camerin's house in Echo Park and unloaded my shit. I met the gang at Barragan's and John sang karaoke. He begged me to sing T-Rex, but I was only up to the challenge of rapping my lips around a tall chalice of margarita silly juice. Salt lingered on my lips out front smoking cigarettes. We were off to PYT to do it up with all the hippest hottest hipster babes to date!
James and I drank science experiments with the finest babes! oh gosh! Started getting bummed out from lack of sleep and unimpassioned from some form of cold sickness. Sean, Gary, and I went to go eat at the cactus taco place. A spanish man stole the remains of Gary's burrito and shouted: "Gimmie Yo Shit Nigga!", all street rat style like Aladdin. I guarantee that this man won't be hangin' out with a genie any time soon though. unless he is smoking fucking DMT with mechanical elves. Sean and Gary and I laughed it off, despite the true unnerving rigors of being an animal in an animal world. I got to Cam's and crashed hard.
When I woke I was in one of the moods where you talk to yourself. Walking around Echo Park, weary of Mexicans, feeling like Jack Nicholson in "Chinatown". I made my way to the Echo Food Mart and got some necessities for curing myself. Smart Water and shit like that. Went to the bank. dealt with some of their bull shit. They're always trying to take my money. Mo money, mo problems. Gary swooped me up and he and Robbie and I reminisced about the eve.
I've just realized that I cannot recall everything that went down other than Tom being in the mix talking about DMT and shit.
Oh, shit. Also that fool Sparky. Fuckin' hilarious! All these nights have seemed like one big satchel of hours. Which is what they truly are I suppose? We hung out with Dano last night and he introduced me to some of his Vegas homies that John knows. G-spot is what Dan called him. Rock N' Roll dance sesh at the Beauty Bar. Heavily dangling. Pictures are worth so many more words than these little weasel sandwiches of letters..
More to come! Stay Tuned!
I woke at 4am on Friday and journeyed to Sacramento. Attended Plumbing school and took the final exam of the two week session. Passed it and got the hell out of there. Made haste down California into blooming green farm land. Through all the willows and buttons. Through all the cows making their way to the dinner tables of America. Drove hellz fast cause I was ready to party. I had to get to Los Angeles.
When I arrived I had to piss so fucking bad that I almost peed on some Asian chick in a BMW while I was stuck in traffic. I finally got to Camerin's house in Echo Park and unloaded my shit. I met the gang at Barragan's and John sang karaoke. He begged me to sing T-Rex, but I was only up to the challenge of rapping my lips around a tall chalice of margarita silly juice. Salt lingered on my lips out front smoking cigarettes. We were off to PYT to do it up with all the hippest hottest hipster babes to date!
James and I drank science experiments with the finest babes! oh gosh! Started getting bummed out from lack of sleep and unimpassioned from some form of cold sickness. Sean, Gary, and I went to go eat at the cactus taco place. A spanish man stole the remains of Gary's burrito and shouted: "Gimmie Yo Shit Nigga!", all street rat style like Aladdin. I guarantee that this man won't be hangin' out with a genie any time soon though. unless he is smoking fucking DMT with mechanical elves. Sean and Gary and I laughed it off, despite the true unnerving rigors of being an animal in an animal world. I got to Cam's and crashed hard.
When I woke I was in one of the moods where you talk to yourself. Walking around Echo Park, weary of Mexicans, feeling like Jack Nicholson in "Chinatown". I made my way to the Echo Food Mart and got some necessities for curing myself. Smart Water and shit like that. Went to the bank. dealt with some of their bull shit. They're always trying to take my money. Mo money, mo problems. Gary swooped me up and he and Robbie and I reminisced about the eve.
I've just realized that I cannot recall everything that went down other than Tom being in the mix talking about DMT and shit.
Oh, shit. Also that fool Sparky. Fuckin' hilarious! All these nights have seemed like one big satchel of hours. Which is what they truly are I suppose? We hung out with Dano last night and he introduced me to some of his Vegas homies that John knows. G-spot is what Dan called him. Rock N' Roll dance sesh at the Beauty Bar. Heavily dangling. Pictures are worth so many more words than these little weasel sandwiches of letters..
More to come! Stay Tuned!
Thursday, February 14, 2008
Big Dog! Biggest Dog! Father! Miniature Father!
If you were to ask Joe what kind of pizza a pussy was he would reply: "Pepperoni". If you got drunk with Jimmy you would argue about sizes of tractors and what it is exactly that they do for the well being and existence of humans. You would also speak in some sort of stereo typical Asian impressionistic babel. This is what I have been doing for the past two weeks...
Bob and Joe hanging out at the Sacramento pad.
Enjoying pizza treatz big time 23 wamp wamp.
These are a pair of plumbing scientists lecturing on the topic of acid waste.
Joe learning the intricacies of pipes and numbers and toilettes.
Another plumbing scientist.
Another scientist.
A drawing that I did of a waste system. I wish that I could think of something really funny to say right now. Stay tuned!!!
Bob and Joe hanging out at the Sacramento pad.
Enjoying pizza treatz big time 23 wamp wamp.
These are a pair of plumbing scientists lecturing on the topic of acid waste.
Joe learning the intricacies of pipes and numbers and toilettes.
Another plumbing scientist.
Another scientist.
A drawing that I did of a waste system. I wish that I could think of something really funny to say right now. Stay tuned!!!
Sunday, February 10, 2008
Every Body's Doin' It
TuffOctopus:hey i did lose my phone
TuffOctopus:will you look around
booboozap00:ya
TuffOctopus:tight
booboozap00:its not on the couch or underneath...
booboozap00:where else did you go
TuffOctopus:thats it i think?
TuffOctopus:i dont know
booboozap00:oh dad
booboozap00:call clint have him check his car
TuffOctopus:call clint with what phone you little idiot
booboozap00:oh yea
booboozap00:use johns
TuffOctopus:okay... i just found my phone on my bed right beside me
booboozap00:you dumb dumb
TuffOctopus:im gonna kill you
TuffOctopus:with my video camera dick
booboozap00:haha whaaaat?!
booboozap00:michael jordan
TuffOctopus:i remember saying that last night
booboozap00:haha
TuffOctopus:talkin about a video camera dick that can snake up and see whats goin on
booboozap00:hahaha
booboozap00:youre insane
TuffOctopus:will you look around
booboozap00:ya
TuffOctopus:tight
booboozap00:its not on the couch or underneath...
booboozap00:where else did you go
TuffOctopus:thats it i think?
TuffOctopus:i dont know
booboozap00:oh dad
booboozap00:call clint have him check his car
TuffOctopus:call clint with what phone you little idiot
booboozap00:oh yea
booboozap00:use johns
TuffOctopus:okay... i just found my phone on my bed right beside me
booboozap00:you dumb dumb
TuffOctopus:im gonna kill you
TuffOctopus:with my video camera dick
booboozap00:haha whaaaat?!
booboozap00:michael jordan
TuffOctopus:i remember saying that last night
booboozap00:haha
TuffOctopus:talkin about a video camera dick that can snake up and see whats goin on
booboozap00:hahaha
booboozap00:youre insane
Saturday, February 9, 2008
Polaroid To The Future
The Polaroid corporation will apparently stop making the instant film they invented in 1948. Goodbye nostalgia! What does this mean? Maybe in the future there will be floating televisions and I'll be cursing the old lady when she wants to get one. Watching the Giants, longing for the TV that obeyed gravity! I don't know what any of that means. Digital dunkel world. Humans, be more patient . Be more creative as well. It's good for you.
And Further More...
Why is this Ratatat mash up of this Young Jeezy song so fucking sick?!?!?! We gettin' money over here pimpin'!
Not Being In Outer Space
hello! I think that getting drunk is most likely the funniest thing that you can do to yourself. That and hanging out with other humans. you are all idiots.
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