Monday, October 04, 2004
eric b. for vice president
indie days in denton.
syrupy days in houston.
pixels are days in austin.
time for black t-shirts and sneakers to find a home in my apartment. Sun Ra is yelling "hey, man, dem dudes is talking about a nuclear war!" where i reply, "no, its just an old episode of The Critic". then, he smiles. and these people let me write about rap for them. there is a guy, gravel-voiced and toneless, talking into a cellphone next to me. public internet spaces are a paradox.
but, this place smells like waiting rooms. Lou Reed waiting rooms. that sing nicely to you about Stephanies and heroin.
where bearded children, iPods and candy cigarettes floating around them, rap this:
"bent buildings anchored to the moon whole hole canker cannibals cannibalize ink drops of blood dried newspaper noise. What have we are bridge unbroken. Or one brilliant breath quake before all. In my womb I cradle the world unraveled. Henceforth until it’s reborn and regrown, although "cries listened say pronunciation sometimes low played black mine, try easiest her hoping government decided. Tired moon terrible: an absent spirit anathema. why panmictic panglossian hope hinged like frown fraught with non-frictive light lace, "ground down and tie me as antaeus".
like Company Flow or Ultramagnetic MC's in an ice-cream parlor fighting over how to spell "gelato": this is the real deal.
like Big Daddy Kane whittling rhymes out of Brazilian rainforests. Sao Paulo scholarship.
and here we are, between a small town with scruffy-headed thinkers and Berlin. waiting for the bomb to pick itself up and walk over to Sukho Thai////////////with invisible turntables.
editor's note: Sun Ra is going to help me write for these shitty and non-shitty publications to try to pay the rent and for educational purposes only. he is wearing his spacesuit.
Blender (this would just be funny)
Spin (this would be funnier)
Rollingstone.com (i dont know what this would be)
Xlr8r (nice people and great design)
Magnet (nerd rock!)
Resonance (things actually happen in Seattle?)
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syrupy days in houston.
pixels are days in austin.
time for black t-shirts and sneakers to find a home in my apartment. Sun Ra is yelling "hey, man, dem dudes is talking about a nuclear war!" where i reply, "no, its just an old episode of The Critic". then, he smiles. and these people let me write about rap for them. there is a guy, gravel-voiced and toneless, talking into a cellphone next to me. public internet spaces are a paradox.
but, this place smells like waiting rooms. Lou Reed waiting rooms. that sing nicely to you about Stephanies and heroin.
where bearded children, iPods and candy cigarettes floating around them, rap this:
"bent buildings anchored to the moon whole hole canker cannibals cannibalize ink drops of blood dried newspaper noise. What have we are bridge unbroken. Or one brilliant breath quake before all. In my womb I cradle the world unraveled. Henceforth until it’s reborn and regrown, although "cries listened say pronunciation sometimes low played black mine, try easiest her hoping government decided. Tired moon terrible: an absent spirit anathema. why panmictic panglossian hope hinged like frown fraught with non-frictive light lace, "ground down and tie me as antaeus".
like Company Flow or Ultramagnetic MC's in an ice-cream parlor fighting over how to spell "gelato": this is the real deal.
like Big Daddy Kane whittling rhymes out of Brazilian rainforests. Sao Paulo scholarship.
and here we are, between a small town with scruffy-headed thinkers and Berlin. waiting for the bomb to pick itself up and walk over to Sukho Thai////////////with invisible turntables.
editor's note: Sun Ra is going to help me write for these shitty and non-shitty publications to try to pay the rent and for educational purposes only. he is wearing his spacesuit.
Blender (this would just be funny)
Spin (this would be funnier)
Rollingstone.com (i dont know what this would be)
Xlr8r (nice people and great design)
Magnet (nerd rock!)
Resonance (things actually happen in Seattle?)
