On 22/06/2010 2:32 PM, Julian wrote:
> niunian: (somewhat exhausted)
> These executives have plooked the fuck out of me
> And there's still a long time to go before I've
> Paid my debt to society
> And all I ever really wanted to do was
> Play the guitar 'n bend the string like
> Reent-toont-teent-toont-teenooneenoonee
> I've got it
> I'll be sullen and withdrawn
> I'll dwindle off into the twilight realm
> Of my own secret thoughts
> I'll lay on my back here 'til dawn
> In a semi-catatonic state
> And dream of guitar notes
> That would irritate
> An executive kinda guy...
>
> And sure enough niunian dreams up a few of those guitar notes
> that every executive despises...those low ones...every exec
> knows it's only the records with the high squeally ones that
> get to be hits (except for Duane Eddy)...
>
> Well, I guess that one did the trick
> If they only coulda heard it
> Half-a-dozen of em woulda strangled
> While they was suckin on each others' dick
> But that was just a bunch of imaginary
> Notes I played
> Just a little extra somethin'
> To keep me goin from day to day
> That's okay
> I'll be gettin outta here pretty soon
> Then I won't have to live
> In this ugly fuckin room
> Can't wait to see
> I can't wait to see what it's like
> On the outside now...
> etc., etc., etc.
>
> And niunian just lays there, dreaming imaginary guitar notes for years
> on end, until finally they let him out...
>
> http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CY4fyfYLnQE
hm. now i feel even worse for choosing
to stay here to finish my painting, but
i have started it now. i was going to
take the bus to see my fathers new boat
and just have a good time til weekend,
but the paint is wet and i can't take
it in the bus, though i thought it'd
be very nice place to do it in if it
just didn't subtract from the dark.
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