Archive for January, 2012

For the Filthy

January 26, 2012

When someone has treated you like dirt, you don’t allow that someone to do that again to you. Unless of course if you view yourself as dirt, then there’s no problem with that.


Con Sequence

January 25, 2012

I dreamt I killed two men, one was made of paperboard and the other of flesh. Then I woke up and found out there’s a dearth of shampoo in the bathroom and of white socks in my drawer. The night before, my dad was talking to birds. I ate fries right after. Now if only I could make sense of this chain then maybe, just maybe, I could win the lottery and go places, break a girl and start a band again, swim in a sea of albumen and be god to these little shiny eggmen.

One with the Trees

January 24, 2012

You don’t usually notice how important the trees are until they shed their leaves and leave you under the sun, alone, exposed, and vulnerable. Suddenly you are barren as their branches, still as the forked shadows they cast in a forest whose fortitude the winds have blown to oblivion.

Please hear us, Dave

January 14, 2012

Leecy of might as well be Dave Grohl’s number one fan. As such, I tried to ask her if she could drop Dave a message on my behalf and tell him to come and play in the Philippines (yes, my desperation for the Foo Fighters to play here has been blown out to astonishingly shameful proportions). She said she can’t do that because “if I pass a message for you, I have to do it for everyone & there aren’t enough hours in the day.” What she advised me to do instead is to send a birthday greeting to Dave, which she can include in this massive birthday book she puts up for him annually. I had an awesome idea in mind, but the deadline for the greeting is a few minutes from now since, guess what, it’s Dave’s birthday already, and my girlfriend isn’t here yet to supply the needed Photoshopping skills. So I just did what I can. Well, happy birthday, Dave. Hope you get—and heed—my message.

Click on to enlarge