She...
...brought me this...
...so I did this.
"Crash"
"Brother Love"
Post Human Toxic Dump Waste Patrol
"Crash"
"Brother Love"
Post Human Toxic Dump Waste Patrol
Happy New Year, y'all.
Namanasty,
-LS^2
Tuesday, December 31, 2013
End of Times
It's December 30th, so not quite the last day of existence yet. But close enough to start wondering "What the hell have I done with myself? Ever!"
In my ol' alma mater, Koreans and foreigners alike are clenching their buttholes in anticipation of wrapping up their year. Last year, I was in Busan. And despite a lovely young lady as my laison, I did not have a good time. All in all, I didn't feel like I was in the environment I try to craft for myself on NYE, which is easily my favorite holiday. I was on the beach, shooting roman candles at the coast, watching them die before the hit the water, drinking out of a tall boy of flavored beer and smoking cigarettes at a feverish rate as it was an On Year (I lost it 5 months in, making next year an Off Year). But I didn't get off to the start I hoped to (watching Hesher and eating french fries) and while I would say that had anything to do with the rest of the year, it left some to be yearned for. In spite of all of this, thank you, Jennifer, for being a wonderful and sexy host. Miss ya.
Tonight, my presence has been requested at local watering hole Don't Tell Mama, where bi-weekly my old roommate and best friend Jimmy Heberling lays down some grooves, and more often than not, I request the mic for a song or two of five only to forget the 3rd verse of whatever I sing. No matter--I make sure to scream a lot. Screaming makes up for anything.
What to do tomorrow, what to do tomorrow...Grand Central Station? Venice Beach? Buttersausage under the covers while My Name is Earl reruns play on Netflix in the living room? Drink myself handsome at any number of quasi-interesting parties? No, no, no, Sir! Well...maybe.
All right, fuck off with style.
-LS^2
"Cornstalk Stag"
Post Human Toxic Dump Waste Patrol
In my ol' alma mater, Koreans and foreigners alike are clenching their buttholes in anticipation of wrapping up their year. Last year, I was in Busan. And despite a lovely young lady as my laison, I did not have a good time. All in all, I didn't feel like I was in the environment I try to craft for myself on NYE, which is easily my favorite holiday. I was on the beach, shooting roman candles at the coast, watching them die before the hit the water, drinking out of a tall boy of flavored beer and smoking cigarettes at a feverish rate as it was an On Year (I lost it 5 months in, making next year an Off Year). But I didn't get off to the start I hoped to (watching Hesher and eating french fries) and while I would say that had anything to do with the rest of the year, it left some to be yearned for. In spite of all of this, thank you, Jennifer, for being a wonderful and sexy host. Miss ya.
Tonight, my presence has been requested at local watering hole Don't Tell Mama, where bi-weekly my old roommate and best friend Jimmy Heberling lays down some grooves, and more often than not, I request the mic for a song or two of five only to forget the 3rd verse of whatever I sing. No matter--I make sure to scream a lot. Screaming makes up for anything.
What to do tomorrow, what to do tomorrow...Grand Central Station? Venice Beach? Buttersausage under the covers while My Name is Earl reruns play on Netflix in the living room? Drink myself handsome at any number of quasi-interesting parties? No, no, no, Sir! Well...maybe.
All right, fuck off with style.
-LS^2
"Cornstalk Stag"
Post Human Toxic Dump Waste Patrol
Monday, December 30, 2013
The Devil Has a Face
This is Grant's take on the state of the world.
Go with God, Youngblood, and lead the Jeomchonites.
Namanasty,
-LS^2
Go with God, Youngblood, and lead the Jeomchonites.
Namanasty,
-LS^2
Saturday, December 28, 2013
Ryan Gosling Found Me Under a Café Umbrella
My arms! My arms! They be sore. That's 'cause I found a Gold's Gym 7-Day Free Membership coupon on the sidewalk near the yoga studio that always smells like weed on Wilcox Avenue in sunny Hollywood, California. So I went today. Alejandro-charming as he may be-was unable to break me and get me to commit to a paying membership. In fact, he gave me an extra week for free. Sucker! I only have $30 to last until...well, until I find a job.
Which brings me to the next point, fangboners. I turned down the job in China. They wanted me, they can't have me. I interviewed for a few options in Korea. I'm not sure if they'll want me, but they'd be lucky to have me. Hopefully, the 6-month contract folks hire me. Why? 'Cause any longer than that and I may cut someone. And feelin' cutty around a bunch of screaming elementary schoolers? Well, that don't work so well, do it?
I've started telling people-both strangers and friends-secrets about myself that I never thought I'd tell anybody. I'm not sure why. I think 'cause I'm purging something. Something about myself. But oddly enough, it's not being met with shock, but rather people are seeming comfortable with this and purging their own secrets. The number of times someone has told me something "they've never told anyone before" in recent months is...well, not terribly high, but even once is more than some people ever get. So cleanse yourselves, Babies! Get it out there. If nothing else, you'll catch some dirt.
I'm 3 seasons into Parks & Recreation. I'm quickly losing interest in it due to my Exposure approach: watch a bunch of episodes in a row until everyone loses their charm. Truth be told, I only started watching for Aubrey Plaza. But she's sorta boring now. Unless she smiles. Then I get all jittery in the thighs.
Hey fuckers, get this! I'm shootin' a movie with Michael Madsen! You wanna know how? Because I got cast in a movie via Craigslist, and the producers repeatedly e-mailed his BBQ sauce company until he responded. He read the script and for some reason he liked it. So now of the two of us, I will be the one who just got out of prison. I'm not sure what he's gonna be. Hopefully not sober, 'cause I wanna party with Mr. Blonde.
I may also move to Massachusetts to do theatre, but that's a few conversations away from a sure thing.
Okay. One beer, one cigarette. Then shower. Then, my friends...THE WORLD!
Unhealthy in Mind and Soul,
-LS^2
Which brings me to the next point, fangboners. I turned down the job in China. They wanted me, they can't have me. I interviewed for a few options in Korea. I'm not sure if they'll want me, but they'd be lucky to have me. Hopefully, the 6-month contract folks hire me. Why? 'Cause any longer than that and I may cut someone. And feelin' cutty around a bunch of screaming elementary schoolers? Well, that don't work so well, do it?
I've started telling people-both strangers and friends-secrets about myself that I never thought I'd tell anybody. I'm not sure why. I think 'cause I'm purging something. Something about myself. But oddly enough, it's not being met with shock, but rather people are seeming comfortable with this and purging their own secrets. The number of times someone has told me something "they've never told anyone before" in recent months is...well, not terribly high, but even once is more than some people ever get. So cleanse yourselves, Babies! Get it out there. If nothing else, you'll catch some dirt.
I'm 3 seasons into Parks & Recreation. I'm quickly losing interest in it due to my Exposure approach: watch a bunch of episodes in a row until everyone loses their charm. Truth be told, I only started watching for Aubrey Plaza. But she's sorta boring now. Unless she smiles. Then I get all jittery in the thighs.
Hey fuckers, get this! I'm shootin' a movie with Michael Madsen! You wanna know how? Because I got cast in a movie via Craigslist, and the producers repeatedly e-mailed his BBQ sauce company until he responded. He read the script and for some reason he liked it. So now of the two of us, I will be the one who just got out of prison. I'm not sure what he's gonna be. Hopefully not sober, 'cause I wanna party with Mr. Blonde.
I may also move to Massachusetts to do theatre, but that's a few conversations away from a sure thing.
Okay. One beer, one cigarette. Then shower. Then, my friends...THE WORLD!
Unhealthy in Mind and Soul,
-LS^2
That's Marvin...Marvin Nash.
They cut his fuckin' ear off!
Saturday, December 14, 2013
China White
I had a dream that Emma Watson and I were visiting the same house and she drank too much while I was at outside. I put her to bed, put on Busta Rhymes' easy-listening classic Gimme Some More and went to find sweetbread. That's when I awoke.
Get Well, Girl.
-LS^2
Get Well, Girl.
-LS^2
You're gonna puke.
Friday, December 13, 2013
It's Timing
Good morning, muppets and mutants. My laundry is done and my teeth are brushed. Can you say the same for yourselves?
As you know if you've heard me drink wine in the last few weeks, I'm searching for a job in Asia. Or anywhere, but mainly Asia. I showed up yesterday to an interview at the Korean Education Center 24.5 hours early. My hope is that they're blown away by my tenacity and can't help but offer me a job and a handy on the table. But these things seem out of line with the reality I've come to know.
Do you know Nic Sheff? He's had quite a go of things. Addiction, rehabilitation, addiction, rehabilitation. I'm not sure where he is now in the whole thing, but I hope he's healthy and not hurting too many people.
Yesterday I wandered through Koreatown looking for a bar that seemed like a good place to bury myself in wine and fall in love with a beautiful stranger. After several failed attempts, I ended up at a pizzeria that served half price wine (spoiler alert: this was also a failed attempt). I drank glasses of red and ate some tomato basil pizza and relaxed a little (as much as I do). I drew pictures and wrote segments of songs and didn't care if they rhymed and gave myself little made up affirmations and giggled and flirted with the staff. I will likely go back tonight. Well, possibly.
My hands are drier/dryer than usual. I ate two doughnuts this morning. I'd like a scanner. I never hear from my brother. I love William Basinski. Well, I like him at least.
Kick! Punch!
It's all in the mind!
If you wanna test me,
I'm sure you'll find
The things I'll teach ya
Are sure to beat ya!
Nevertheless you'll get
A lesson from teacher now!
-LS^2
As you know if you've heard me drink wine in the last few weeks, I'm searching for a job in Asia. Or anywhere, but mainly Asia. I showed up yesterday to an interview at the Korean Education Center 24.5 hours early. My hope is that they're blown away by my tenacity and can't help but offer me a job and a handy on the table. But these things seem out of line with the reality I've come to know.
Do you know Nic Sheff? He's had quite a go of things. Addiction, rehabilitation, addiction, rehabilitation. I'm not sure where he is now in the whole thing, but I hope he's healthy and not hurting too many people.
Yesterday I wandered through Koreatown looking for a bar that seemed like a good place to bury myself in wine and fall in love with a beautiful stranger. After several failed attempts, I ended up at a pizzeria that served half price wine (spoiler alert: this was also a failed attempt). I drank glasses of red and ate some tomato basil pizza and relaxed a little (as much as I do). I drew pictures and wrote segments of songs and didn't care if they rhymed and gave myself little made up affirmations and giggled and flirted with the staff. I will likely go back tonight. Well, possibly.
My hands are drier/dryer than usual. I ate two doughnuts this morning. I'd like a scanner. I never hear from my brother. I love William Basinski. Well, I like him at least.
Kick! Punch!
It's all in the mind!
If you wanna test me,
I'm sure you'll find
The things I'll teach ya
Are sure to beat ya!
Nevertheless you'll get
A lesson from teacher now!
-LS^2
That's Nic.
Tuesday, December 10, 2013
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