my friends sometimes do book reviews?

"The Holy Bible Containing the Old and New Testaments in the King James Version Translated Out of the Original Tongues (Self-Pronouncing Red Letter Edition Gift and Award Bible Black Leatherflex #162M) by Various"


recommended for: mystics, folks that can barely read, folks that can't read voltaire
recommended by: paranoid schizophrenics and their talking squirrel friends

** spoiler alert ** **contains spoilers**

EXCERPTS:

Song of Solomon 8:8
"We have a young sister, and her boobs are not yet grown. What shall we do for our sister on the day she is spoken for? Should we feed her lamb's lard?"

Ezekiel 16:7
"You grew up and developed and became the most beautiful of jewels. Your boobs were formed and your hair grew, you who were naked and bare in need of no lamb's lard."

Ezekiel 23:3
"In that land their boobs were fondled and their virgin boobs caressed as they fed on lamb's lard."


reflection:

my bible has a blue denim cover embroidered with a presentation of brown and yellow celery and a zipper that runs around it holding back a great, zepplin-sized penis. if i unzip my bible, it tells me to ask it to smack me with the penis.

i do ask. i get cock-smacked accordingly. i deserved this--i asked for it after all. zionists might know this better as the purifying action called a "good shlonging" or a "shlong-down". once this is done, i ask my bible to tell the penis to tell me i am loved, tell me that i'm not alone, etc. renew myself.

meanwhile, and all during this, there's a vagina burning in an on-fire nest of cinnamon twigs:

it dies. a new vagina is born. the new vagina makes the ashes "from whence it came" into a clustery ball. the new vagina labors many more days and nights encasing the orb in a crunchy, egg-shaped shell made of myrrh it will then deposit in the fortress city of heliopenis.

this happens every lifetime.

it happens for you and me, everyone.

it's all true. i read that much.

( by Chris Flemmons)




god's blood, why arenae yeh HERE?


here, meet the friends & neighbors while i'm at it:
(more under the tag 'denton rock city')

The Fabulous Badasses right, first the name, there's a hint and a half for yer ass. K? lessee, i think if the Jesus Lizard fucked Urge Overkill and made the kids grow up at a zoo on a space station, this is the kinds of band they'd make to get free candy and booze from the other poor bastards up there with them. This is what it sounds like if "metal" were 'good'. Churning and melodic and heavy and tasty tasty tasty.
History At Our Disposal - Beck loves Led Zeppelin, and they hang out at the pool at the woman's college playing Aphex Twin and radiohead on a boombox, and the girls dun mind. Not a bit.
The Paper Chase - this is the most high-energy depressing band i've ever seen in my life. The first time i saw 'em, they did a cover of a Roger Waters song fom The Pros & Cons of Hitchhiking ( mebbe my fave album ever, btw...), and i was hooked like when Kim Sweeney dared me to lick her bare nipple in the 9th grade. If you could just get yer head or yer heart drunk seperately, not at the same time, this'd be the stuff to listen to while you were walking home, revelling in yer abandon.


casual weekend, Praise Jah. But i fucking love this town.






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he slept in the back of the
Love Parlor
the girls let him.

compassion is found in
strange places.

-Charles Bukowski


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http://idolator.com/389524/new-york-times-surprised-to-find-bands-in-large-college-town


Courtesy of Chris Flemmons, btw.
i usually hit his blog cos he's one of those ffolk that i pay attention to in this town. Baptist Generals, yanno. frackin amazing if yeh dunno.

Between him and Scott & Will from Centro-matic, this week has been pretty bearable. Well, it started out on sunday with Bret & Isaac, a whole lot of Shiner Black and a little salve from a girl, but...

i'm fucking thrilled outta my head to be recording with Brent on sunday. Did i mention that? The support that starhead has gotten from real musicians continues to blow me away. We've only been a band for just over 3 fucking months.
My head reels sometimes.
Well, a lot of the time, but usually anymore from the glare of bleached bones. But every once in a while i can hold a cold glass of something dark and drink in the energy of this place instead as a chaser.

Denton. We sit and drink and tell stories and joke that line from the Drams song "i could call your heroes on my cellphone right now", and the man who wrote it laughs the hardest about it.

These guys in this band are so good to work with: Cody, Brent, James, Sarah ...and now Tamara, of the Polyphonic Spree, is on board. i feel like i should start another journal, just to chronicle this thing. t'keep it seperate from my highway'n.

"Write me a song" she said.








this band may save my life.
and if it doesnae, then it won't matter, ne?









Dear god,
please dun make me eat those words.
(again)
love,
notwolf



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