Monday, March 01, 2004

Klangstas.  

so, a sky washed with thin white clouds is interrupted by wires of words and rusty sleepy sludge that makes me scared with joy. headphones become an instrument for the most malignant beauty constructed of static-filled soliloquies. and im only on the first track. this shit is evil, son. but a good evil.

dig, folks, the new dalek vs. faust album is a dreamy assemblage. a philosophy book welded together with melody's metals.

get up on it.

and life gets better: at a local used bookstore/record store/hey-look-theres-that-Depeche Mode-cd-i-lost-years-ago store i found religion through vhs movies. while getting lost searching for nifty philosophy books such as the real Dutch trance of Kierkegaard and the old-old-old-school politics of Aristotle, a whole library of vhs films fell my way. in particular malcolm x, scarface (oh, me oh my, how many latin stereotypes can i deduce from this gem), animal house (for educational purposes only), monty python (nerdy white people classics from gilliam and co. that give me a comedic hard-on) and last but certainly not least: the shining. its a wonderful day in the neighborhood, muvvafuckas.

look up sometimes.

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