Wednesday, February 09, 2005

& chirping & 1 & ostriches & 2 & sealab & 2021

sometimes i wonder if people think i'm on drugs when i'm actually not. and other times i'm amazed that people don't notice.

i had adult swim on just now, with aqua teen but i couldn't stand it. i just couldn't stand the needless noise of television. i'd rather just listen to the hum of the mini-fridge (i know i live like a college student, just without the random hookups). i'd also rather listen to the sound of fingers slapping keyboard.

andrea's fake name is pamela. i need a fake name. and not fill, because that's what my real name is. fuck "ph" words. i was going to not include quotes there but i didn't want my boy boxy-poo to not understand that.

IV, box. what does that mean? 4? eye-vee? doh.

remember that nintendo game castlevania where you got these icons that looked like roman numerials and they powered up your weapon.

remember how you used to have to put your lips into the damn nintendo counsel (sp?) and the nintendo cartridge and have to blow to get the shite working? how many people do you think were slightly turned on by that? just put your lips together and blow.

i like my friend jane because she lets me lay my head down on her lap and wraps her fingers, around my wavy hair, twirling this way and that until i fall asleep. it is one of my favorite things. i wish i had a regular girl to do that each nite. oh and i miss having sex too.

i am thinking about cobain now. he had some of the greatest lines of all time, mixed into songs that were collages of sound and lyrical nonsense. i think my favorite line is "i miss the comfort of being sad." for those who don't know, be glad. for those who know, use crisco.

i was listening to elliott smith's last album today: from a basement on the hill (or something like that). it's so good. the music sonicly resonates what the hurt he's overwhelmed with to the point of shattering reason. the songs go from sureal tension that is overwhelming to lullaby's that you want to croon to but don't because you want to hear the hurt come directly from the source. you want to feel his pain.

i can't write stuff like that. and honestly, the closest i could would be in the form of what just happened: writing about someone else's perfection. elliott thought his work was shite. people "called his failures art." i could only hope people would do the same for me.

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5 Comments:

At 12:56 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

phil, sometimes you make song download recommendations. it would make it real easy for me (and everyone else) to search your blog real fast for recent song suggestions if you put something like "< dl >" in front of it so i can use the "Find (on This Page)... Ctrl F" feature to find all the instances of "< dl >" which will quickly direct me to the cool songs you like.

billy

 
At 9:37 AM, Blogger fillshe said...

that's a good idea billy. glad i thought of it 1 nano-second before you did but forgot to post. yes, my idea is so splendid. your idea is only good, only because you thought of it 1 nano-second too late.

other great ideas i came up that for some odd reason, i'm not getting credit for include:

1. communism
2. shitting with the toilet seat down
3. not having sex with people in your immediate family (first cousins are okay though because they usually are hot, except mine, because they're all asian and i hate them).

 
At 10:41 PM, Blogger TG said...

1. thanks for blabbing, fillup.
2. how about tommy as your fake name?
3. you could write like those guys. but i hope you don't because they were very sad. and you shouldn't ever be that sad, ok?

 
At 11:22 PM, Blogger fillshe said...

yeah. no comment.

actually i'll tell you some story about my life sometime.

it ends in a murder-suicide.

guess what roll i play?

 
At 1:20 AM, Blogger fillshe said...

oh yeah, i thought about it some more. my nickname/pseudo name is Burt. it doesn't even have to do with the Burt Reynolds part.

it's because some of my friends call me burt. or bert. i can't tell because they are homophones.

your dad's a homophone.

also my friend box's name is tommy. and he's a tool, and not a sharp one at that. he's like a meat grinder. wait are meat grinder's sharp? or just edgy, like a 2 year old 2 hours into a cocaine binge? or do they just have parts designed for friction. i'll be honest, i don't know very much about meat grinders.

 

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