eat shit and die.

Bukowski movie/interview

Wyoming Stories 3 (Fine Just The Way It Is)
Wyoming Stories 2 (Bad Dirt)

windows being repaired.

working for 10 days (OT being trained in Ox1)

too tired and poor
to give a damn anymore
and
it kinda feels good

lava-sauce + 1.5 packs of No.27=lots of pain

and I'm bartending tonight

and weird shit is happening inside my head

I hate my life.

it hurts too much to think
but I can't get it out.
The pressure is building
but there's no release,
no end to the suffering.
I can't just let it out
on a Saturday night.
Nowhere to go.
No one to talk to.
So it boils and brews,
bubblin stew,
festering up inside again
until one day when...
*poof*
Just like the many times before.

give it a rest and wait a bit. what needs to be said has already been done, so now you must recuperate. dispose of the waste, rid of the trails, and hide. Once the thumping of choppers is gone into the distance, and the dust has settled to leave a crimson sunset, ride on man, ride on.

Trying to put it all behind me but can't really move on.
Attempting to get into the mode but the insipid is taking ahold.
Moving in is so much harder than moving on. Wish I could just get up and go.
Everything I own is weighing White Pony down and I'm worn out without nowhere to call home.

Denver didn't pan out. I love my sis and her family, but I hate suburbia...and I'm not mature enough to care for an infant 8 hours a day. Thus, I am back in E-vil, working at Carbon Fiber Technology (it's a plant that runs cotton-like fibers through a heating/carbonizing process, via nitrogen and cyanide, so they can later be turned into golf ( Read more... )

It's alright. The oven 3-4 was boring as hell, but been workin the furnace the last couple of nights. The shift just seems to roll on by cuz I'm always doing something. Though, the last couple of hours of a twelve are pretty rough. I'm awake, but fucking stupid. I itch like hell cause I got burned on the back of my neck and those fuckin fibers ( Read more... )

Time we be movin along White Pony.
We've cashed out this city.
We'll kick up some dust and smoke
and let the wisps of snow
trail behind.
Following that old trail,
before the rustlers
set it all ablaze.
Into the sunset is
the direction we'll take.
And we'll get back to our roots
and hopefully start out
a new beginning.

There are many notations to mark a return to the beginning and generally a repeat sign may suffice. But, here, we see the return to an original theme or phrase, giving the listener an opportunity to recapture that feeling that drew them in. Yet, the piece is far from over, so how is the division best marked ( Read more... )