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| i've been getting old for years.
and i've finally come to the conclusion that i hate elevators. less is
everything. cables function at a relative speed. like
grandpa slow. like i'm everything.
clean up in aisle textile. for once. and i hate what you've become.
the things you said you never would. what's better? joint sucker?
purse snatcher? or comp1337ly full of yourself? you probably don't
remember, but i have projects, too.
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out of //<<style". i get out by watching transvestites all day.
pretend just friends are for just pretend friends. let's impress
everyone. i hate liars but man, do i love liars! | | comments: Leave a comment |
| | i want to go to faraway places, but momentum makes my head ponderous and heavy. planetary rotation. | | comments: Leave a comment |
| | BURN THEM IF YOUR EDGE IS SO SHARP IT SEVERS TIES. | | comments: Leave a comment |
| the late mr. moore.
mr. moore past on last year.
his loved ones cried many tears.
he leaves behind his family and friends.
his legacy had to end.
he took pride in his work.
always friendly, never a jerk.
loyal husband, father of four.
the late mr. moore.
cancer took his life away.
they prayed for him night and day.
recollect on his final hours.
while his family brought blue flowers.
he took pride in his work.
always friendly, never a jerk.
loyal husband, father of four.
the late mr. moore.
pillar of the community.
church-goer. strived for unity.
head of the local PTA.
until cancer took his life away.
he took pride in his work.
always friendly, never a jerk.
loyal husband, father four.
the late mr. moore.
but no one knew his secret.
he forced his family to keep it.
he raped his kids and told them not to tell.
so, now he's going to hell. | | comments: 2 comments or Leave a comment |
| wednesday at the rex: october 18, 2006.
now, before i get into the details of wednesday at the rex, i will fill you in on some backstory. besides wednesdays at the rex, i have found myself going other days of the week, usually with joe and vec. on one of these days, joe befriended a 50-something woman named tina. joe and tina agreed to be best friends. tina and i became friends, but our bond was nothing like that of hers and joe's. as we became more regular visitors of 'da lounge,' we became better friends. now, onto last night.
i arrived at the rex lounge at precisely 12:00 am. i was met there by newcomer amy goebel. we went inside and i got us a couple of drinks (a rum and coke for amy and a shirley temple for myself). we sat around for a while and i filled her in on what goes down at the rex. soon, ryan and peters showed up. they had previously been at my brother's place with a-bomb, j-stick, and t-om. peters immediately ordered up a gin and tonic and ryan eventually snagged a beer. as soon as peters sat down, he was perusing the songbook to choose his tune. vec came in hootin' and a-hollerin'. soon thereafter, joe and adam arrived visibly drunk, and from then on i knew it was going to be an interesting night. i bought a pitcher for the two of them to split. joe found his best friend (tina) and made conversation with her for a while. we all sat around and watched the regulars perform their regulars (don't you just want to hug and tickle little mark picard?!). kevin did an amazing job at 'god bless the u.s.a.' yet again. peters valiantly made his way to the stage to perform van halen's original number 'you really got me.' a few friends that adam and joe had made at my brother's place also showed up. tina made her way over to talk to me and joe. she was telling us what good guys we are. what nice people we are. especially joe. she really really likes joe. and then tina did something that struck me as odd. she looked at me and said, "i can't believe that i'm in love with your boyfriend."
i'll give you a minute to think about that.
tina is under the impression that joe and i are a couple. neither of us has ever said that we are dating or even gay. but tina seems to think otherwise. joe laughed about it, and i sat there befuddled. do i come off as gay? do i have flamboyant tendencies? it's not that there's anything wrong with that, i just didn't think i seemed gay. either way, we went along with it. and now i think it's developing into something more. but more on that later. one by one, everyone started to file out. and joe was in and out of conversations and found himself out back with keith (fat guy that sings drowning pool). i'm not sure what went down, but eventually joe met up with amy, vec, and i at denny's. he informed us that there was a scuffle between some fat bitches after we left. tina urged joe to pick up a purse off the ground so they could go out back and rummage through it, which they did. the only joe came away with was three dollars and some pills that he paid for/stole(?). the pills later turned out to be stacker diet pills. keith found his way to denny's and he and joe went outside. he tried selling joe crack. crack. keith specifically came to denny's to sell joe crack. goood times. anyways, we ended up not having to pay for food. good times. and, well, that's the end of that chapter. see you next wednesday. | | comments: 6 comments or Leave a comment |
| wednesday at the rex: october 11, 2006.
"neither rain nor sleet nor dark of night." that's the motto i came up with for W@TR. sweet, right? anyways. as usual, i was the first to show. joe soon followed and we made our way into the bar. and by soon, i mean i was waiting outside for twenty-five minutes waiting for anybody to show up. joe got me a shirley temple and got himself a beer. it was a sparse crowd last night, but it was the cream of the cream (the fucking cream of the crop). vec showed up eventually and grabbed a brew. kevin and vernon dominated the mic for most of the night, much to steve's chagrin. a drunken "curt" was in the house. despite bragging about his hot girlfriend, he kept trying to mack it to steve (i'm really not joking). he found a friend in joe and told him that steve was hitting on him all night. it was quite the opposite. steve wanted nothing to do with his bitch ass. steve frequently threatened to "get crazy up in this motherfucker" and bitch slap curt. all the while, there was a middle-aged woman coming in and out of the bar talking on her cell phone. as a karaoke song ended suddenly, she could be heard saying, "well, are you going to make love to me, or are you going to fuck me?" classic. joe, vec, and i were perusing the songbook for quite a while. none of us could decide. after steve personally called out vec to sing a song, it was time to rock. vec shook the walls with "bohemian rhapsody" by queen. he was joined partway through by some random guy who sang way out of his range. vec did a good job, though. kevin performed his usual tear-jerking rendition of "god bless the u.s.a." and vernon shook things up with "big poppa" by notorious b.i.g. and "smooth" by carlos santana. curt then had a nice talk with joe where joe seemed scared out of his mind the entire time. anyways, we got away from curt and parted ways. vec and i went to denny's and joe headed home. that was pretty much that. see you next wednesday.
p.s. derek got fired!
p.p.s. did i let anyone borrow my ali g season 2 dvd? | | comments: 2 comments or Leave a comment |
| wednesday at the rex: october 4, 2006.
chechile, vec, joe, and i made it out to the rex lounge this evening for the growing tradition of 'wednesday at the rex.' we had the energy and vigor of a gang of young bucks on the way in, but our visions of the night were dampered when we heard merely dj music and saw about six people at the bar. steve the dj was down playing video poker while we ordered our drinks (two shirley temples for chechs and i, a sam adams for joe, and a coors light for vec). nobody was singing. so we decided to grab the songbooks and take a gander. after numerous terrible house songs, a drunk attempted to sing a three doors song that had just been played minutes earlier. then mark picard took the rex by storm with some unknown alanis morrissette song. vec went up to talk to steve about mr. ed, the lack of a crowd, and the whereabouts of crash (congrats on the nursing certification!). so vec took to the microphone and delivered a high pitched squeal that signalled it was time for "photograph" by def leppard. good show. next on the mic was myself, giving a slow, somber rendition of "i'm on fire" by bruce springsteen. mark sang another song about being gay. and then the renegade (who, i might add, was dressed in a leather jacket, old man hat, and FAKE MOUSTACHE) channeled neil sedaka in his version of "laughter in the rain." all in all, it was a pretty quiet night at the rex. next week sees blase making his return to the stage, and hopefully a larger crowd. see you next wednesday.
p.s. the wednesday at the rex gang will be making an appearance this saturday for uncle stevie's birfday bash. get into it.
p.p.s. boyz II men. | | comments: 2 comments or Leave a comment |
| wednesday at the rex: 09/27/06.
the line up last night was me, vec, chechile, leighann, and ryan. leighann and ryan left after about a half an hour, but it was still a good time. i had two shirley temples. vec had three coors lights. and chechile had a draught beer. one of the early performance we saw was mr. ed singing "friends in low places" by garth brooks. btw, mr. ed was extremely drunk. and fairly old. and absolutely crazy. he walked around the bar and sang to everyone. we sat around and talked while the fat guy sang "bodies" by drowning pool. and then another fat guy sang some song by tonic. leighann got hit on by mark picard, who immediately claimed he is a "big faggot right here." nancy sang a few songs, too. after leighann and ryan left, mr. ed sang "living on a prayer" by bon jovi. then the black man sang some songs. nancy sang some sarah mclachlan song and got all up in my face. she came up to me after her performance and told me about how she's in love with jesus christ. she was really drunk, too. vec and chechile would have gotten the speech from her, too, but they were on their way to the mic. they performed the best rendition of "war pigs" that i have ever heard. about halfway through the song, an old (old old old) lady was walking to the front towards a table, when she was stopped by vec and chechile. vec sang his line and then proceeded to pump his fist right next to her face. chechile sang his line and gave her the horns right in her face. she kept looking for a way around them, but there was no escape the devil's sons in the midst of their glorious moment. after the song, chechile headed to the bathroom where he met up with mr. ed. he gave chechile some insider info: his next song would be "my ding-a-ling" by chuck berry. mr. ed got up there and made me nearly piss my pants from laughter. words can't describe his performance. kevin l. and steve the dj topped off the night with the always heart-warming "god bless the u.s.a." by lee greenwood. after that we headed out. "beep beep. beep. beep beep. beep. beep beep. beep. beep beep. beep. beep beep. beep. beep beep. beep. beep beep. beep." then me and vec headed to denny's for a nightcap (with no bill!). see you next wednesday. | | comments: 5 comments or Leave a comment |
| wednesday at the rex: september 20, 2006.
it was soooo awesome.
vec sang "let her cry" by hootie and the blowfish. and "wanted dead or alive" by bon jovi. i didn't sing. i wasn't feeling it tonight. but next week, i think vec and i are going to see paradise by the dashboard light, if you know what i'm saying. see you next wednesday. | | comments: 3 comments or Leave a comment |
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