May 31, 2006

No-Pro, Page 434.

In your twenties you can do it on looks, your thirties on personality, but in your forties you need cash or fame. Simple fucking mathematics.

Everybody thinks I'm aspirational, but I'm not. It's a maintenance thing with me, a kind of crisis-management.

Posted by dean at 05:32 PM

May 30, 2006

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Posted by dean at 08:41 PM

May 26, 2006

Day One : "Ordinary Man".

There is a woman
Who lives in this town
That has my heart
Held in her hand

I see her in the
Streets every day
But I can't find
The words to say

The words in my head
They come and they go
I'm thinking I love her
But she'll never know

But if I were a sculptor
And had a good eye
I'd carve out her beauty
In marble or ice

But these hands of mine
Are far from refined
I guess I'll have to accept that I am
Just an ordinary man

Now if I were good looking
And had a pretty face
And if I could walk
And speak with grace

And if I had style
Then I
Wouldn't have to look down when she walked by

And if I were a singer
And could sing a good key
I'd sing of this love
In melody

But this voice of mine
Is far from refined
I guess I'll have to accept that I am
Just an ordinary man
I'm just an ordinary man

I know one day she'll look
I know one day she'll see me
And maybe that one day
She'll want to be with me
For who I am
Just as that ordinary man.

Posted by dean at 06:20 AM

May 25, 2006

No-Pro, Page 408.

People consume shite that does them no good at all, often just because they can. It's naive to expect drugs tae be exempt from the laws of modern consumer capitalism.

Especially when, as a product, they best help define it.

Posted by dean at 08:11 PM

May 24, 2006

It's Easy To Use Monkeys In Pop-Culture.

They're like the retarded without the baggage.

Posted by dean at 05:39 PM

May 23, 2006

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Posted by dean at 12:31 AM

May 21, 2006

She Had A Thing For Dogs With The Brains Of Convicted Felons.

Always looking forward, hoping for the right match.

Posted by dean at 06:17 PM

May 16, 2006

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Posted by dean at 08:12 PM

May 11, 2006

No-Pro, Page 384.

He really is a form of humanity that has been rendered obsolete by the new order, but he's still a human being. Cigarettes, alcohol, heroin, cocaine, speed, poverty, and media mind-fucking: capitalism's weapons of destruction are more subtle and effective than Nazism's and he's powerless against them.

Posted by dean at 05:22 PM

May 08, 2006

Hooray, For Dreams-Upsetting E.P. Artwork.

Posted by dean at 06:50 PM

May 06, 2006

It Was A Humper Tree.

Full and green. Too tall for itself.

Its fruit nested inside the waves of flat leaves, swollen and twisted.

If one fell -- or worse, was plucked -- it would burst, smelling of horrible things and spewing clouds of black bugs, starving for life.

Posted by dean at 07:39 AM