| Friday, August 22nd, 2008 |
| 5:27 am |
see ya people.
day 2 of my tour with Thunders. im at some band's house in columbus ohio and i've been having a blast already. took burroughs with me, listened to primal scream all day. stuck in acid, you will rust time will turn your bones to dust i can muster, let her go keep your dreams, don't sell your soul on the way, i saw a sign that made me shudder.  oh yeah...fear baby. the first night in bloomington was fun. cinemat and old friends. saw michael from turn pale who was bummed i wasn't allowed to play cold beat. i'm a bit sad too, since i was the one who kept on marty's ass about doing another one these past 2 months. oh well, should be fun. i'd go, but i'll be in detroit. i also happened to run into the ever lovely rebecca, zanna, rachel, and brian along the way. brian asked me if i might dj chapel perilous in the near future, so bloomington, i'll be back. the show in btown was good, but the sound was dodgy.  but yeah...holy mountain. music making magic. got rid of my man-beard due to vanity and overall scratchiness.   going to see deb yoon, jon lynn, and meredith yayanos in the next few days. a mutant party is immenent, and i will kiss the syringe covered sand of coney island when i finally return to it. updates will not be found here, as i have amassed a hand full of unnecessary people in my list. this sad fact is a major...  more to be found @ ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) nothing2seehear) be seeing you. well...some of you. ; ) j. |
| Sunday, August 17th, 2008 |
| 4:32 pm |
best weekend ever
1.saw stierch for the first time in a month and it was actually pleasant 2.saw 10billion fucking furries 3.got guest listed for faun fables 4.got a shout out from them on stage XD 5.had a lovely time hanging out with francesca and meredith 6.woke up the neighbors 0:) 7.saw jill from we are hex punch a bitch out 8.gearing up for the Free Beer SerpenTour peace yalllllz |
| Friday, August 15th, 2008 |
| 3:25 pm |
update
1. cock blocked bud bundy 2. started a scene without even trying 3. had my first s'more 4. wound up in geist.?.? 5. about to hang out with meredith yayanos 6. going to see faun fables in indy saturday 7. going on an east coast tour with Thunders this week 8. made friends with a certain spider loa. 9. made you talk about me |
| Tuesday, August 12th, 2008 |
| 4:34 pm |
in this game of celebrity wife swap I WON |
| Sunday, August 3rd, 2008 |
| 4:58 pm |
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| Saturday, August 2nd, 2008 |
| 8:35 pm |
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| Saturday, July 26th, 2008 |
| 3:01 pm |
this week.
1. smoked with jason "spaceman" pierce 2. made a jonas brother cry 3. dave grohl told ryan and i that we were cool 4. went to a fancy penthouse suite party on top of 16 west maryland 5. danced my ass off while drinking a $1500 bottle of wine 6. saw numerous incredible shows for free 7. felt alive again |
| Monday, July 21st, 2008 |
| 4:09 pm |
the sound of radio silence for a while. <3 see you in real life. |
| Wednesday, June 25th, 2008 |
| 5:27 am |
the city is waking up im filled with memories of things i never wrote. some may say they never happened at all... i dont care anymore. the whole lot of the stinking bastards are rubbing me the wrong way. listless D grade conversation stuck between the teeth of these buildings. names dropping names no one cares about, no one knows. limitless self possibility leads to limitless losers on a quest to futility. i saw the best minds of my generation and they're retards. |
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| Friday, June 6th, 2008 |
| 12:45 pm |
i have a friend in you, oh mr. clarinet. |
| Tuesday, April 29th, 2008 |
| 6:51 pm |
rip albert hoffman
 i'm sure you've eaten some lsd and it was directly his fault. his life is proof that idiot mistakes can cause accidentally brilliant leaps in evolutionary consciousness that will allow for us to brazenly make idiot mistakes in the future. |
| Tuesday, March 18th, 2008 |
| 3:31 am |
i am the way into the city of woe.
Started my new job working for the Ministry Of Suffering. The only requirement is being able to listen to the gnashing of teeth for 9 hours at a time while using command line based programs like NASCO which seem to have been coded inside the 6th layer of hell during the uglier half of 1984. That is all. |
| Tuesday, January 29th, 2008 |
| 8:21 am |
yeah im justin and i cant sleep. ive been awake for 20 hours..3 of which were spent staring at what i think was a wall while the lights were off. im just going to tell you random things and type until i get tired for absolutely no reason at all. today i went to the library to get on the internet and that is where i ran into an old man named dennis. dennis is a homeless schizophrenic. we call him the weatherman. he always knows the extended forecast in almost every timezone in the world....daily. dennis is an idiot savant. dennis just walked in the computer lab,watch the librarians scatter. someone says to dennis.."hey weatherman,how are you doing?" to which he replies "it's 40 degrees fahrenheit" at that moment i had this chopping block epiphany about a lot of things in my life, but i cant remember anything at all. no ins and outs of it, just some jigsaw litany in my head that mattered a lot at the time. maybe it was his face.. i don't know why im telling you any of this. probably due to no sleep. i mean,serious. you should see me. i look like a crackhead. eyes bloodshot and bulging. they're actually sticking to the screen as these idiot sentences crisscross and crash in front of me. it's all i can do. im chain smoking. i have a mountain of ash to my right and some novel that doesn't make any sense to my left. the author should've just closed the book while the pages were still wet, folded his arms and went to sleep on those ashes like some dead nerve ending flickering out all graceful and blue this is gibberish. this is my internal editor locked in a room somewhere itching the end of his nose repeatedly, doped up and useless. this is when insomnia is king. no real messages, just flashes of imagery and memories of things that never actually happened. some star held underwater. a cornfield. a taste of sharp metal, maybe a 9volt battery, maybe dandelion wine. lightning arches across a summer sky but im stuck here in some sad seasonal midwest winter. the only thing to do in indiana is sleep but i can't find it even though the town is the size of a thimble. i want to erase all these words. i hear a voice somewhere saying.. "get some bulldozers in here. clear out all this crap." but i dont write letters any more so i'm going to keep this just the way it is to be contrary. i spite myself like that occasionally. i also occasionally say things that are relevant to the situation. this is not one of those times. mostly because there is no situation. just freefall. it's 20 minutes later.it's 45 minutes later. it's vines growing through the cracks in the doors oclock and i have very little in the way of cognition left in my dumptruck brain. my garbage fingers. my heavy eyes. yes. sleep. |
| Saturday, December 29th, 2007 |
| 7:51 am |
new year's resolutions
1.stop calling girlvinyl a jew..this will only result in death and/or . 2. stop CONTINUE trolling ppl to tears IRL. this will only result in less franco-fags in your general vicinity... 3.stop giving a fuck about other's frailties when they're interfering with your life. this will only result in less birthday presents you'll have to buy. 4.??? 5.PROFIT! |
| Thursday, November 15th, 2007 |
| 5:45 pm |
There is always another book beginning to burn at the moment he closes the book— blows out the candle with that breath of his which contained chance: and, crossing his arms, he lies down on the ashes of his ancestors. |
| Saturday, November 3rd, 2007 |
| 4:43 pm |
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| Saturday, May 14th, 2005 |
| 2:54 am |
I’M A FALSE ICON! THE MEDIA AND INTERNET JOURNAL COMMUNITY COLLABORATE IN PROMOTING MY SUPERFICIAL LIFESTYLE AS SOMEHOW MORE VALID, MORE WORTHY OF ATTENTION THAN YOUR REAL LIVES!YOU'RE MORE INTERESTED IN MY SHOE SIZE OR WHO I'M SHAGGING THIS WEEK THAN YOU ARE IN THE INFECTION VECTORS OF THE BOVINE SPONGIFORM ENCEPHALITIS THAT’S TURNING YOUR OLD DAD’S BRAIN TO TRAVEL SOAP! |
