sparr0w
02-13-2008, 03:51 AM
This is what I have accepted.
Sitting in a living room with a bottle of cheap whiskey-
too cheap these days for a chaser.
Just a large bottle of cheap whiskey.
Sitting in a living toom with a bottle of cheap whiskey
minus the chaser
I am a cheap bastard,
But the poor have a reason for being cheap,
even if it is my own fault.
So here I am, in this scene I have accepted,
nursing a bottle of cheap whiskey.
Euthenasia,
knowing someone elses fate better than I know my own.
killing it off again
because that is what is best for it.
Never mind that it may be what is the best for myself,
at least for the moment.
This bottle is destructive,
therefore it is best that i destroy it,
destroyed in the act of destroying me.
**** me, I sound redundant now.
But enough about whiskey
and such things.
While i drink, I am listening to Glen Gould
and his "Goldberg Variations".
I like this one,
but I lean more heavily towards
Glen Goulds variation of
Bachs Particia No. SIX.
The Goldberg variations
are a little too much "harpsichord",
a little too "organized" for me.
Therefore I prefer Bachs Particia Number 6
because it is the antithesis of organized,
though it is, and heavily so.
Though it makes me cry,
in its beauty and its pretensiousness-
i spelled that wrong. but what reguardless, yeah? 'cause i'm a PRETENSIOUS AMERICAN
and rules mean nothing to me.
It is hard to say as to wrether Mr. Gould was or not.
He was the kind of disorganized genius I try to model myself after.
Him, Bukowski, and Burroughs.
Them and me.
But they would hate me.
No big deal, most do.
But back to the situation at hand.
Here I am
in the situation I have created...
Oh, here we are. i just changed the music to "Particia No. 6".
Doesn't it just make you want to cry,
make you want to cut yourself
and weep for the state of the world
which WE have created?
That far-beyond land in which we live?
Im trying to be more honest these days,
advice from an old friend.
Chaos in spite of order...
Particia No. 6, variation GOULD
Sitting in a living room with a bottle of cheap whiskey-
too cheap these days for a chaser.
Just a large bottle of cheap whiskey.
Sitting in a living toom with a bottle of cheap whiskey
minus the chaser
I am a cheap bastard,
But the poor have a reason for being cheap,
even if it is my own fault.
So here I am, in this scene I have accepted,
nursing a bottle of cheap whiskey.
Euthenasia,
knowing someone elses fate better than I know my own.
killing it off again
because that is what is best for it.
Never mind that it may be what is the best for myself,
at least for the moment.
This bottle is destructive,
therefore it is best that i destroy it,
destroyed in the act of destroying me.
**** me, I sound redundant now.
But enough about whiskey
and such things.
While i drink, I am listening to Glen Gould
and his "Goldberg Variations".
I like this one,
but I lean more heavily towards
Glen Goulds variation of
Bachs Particia No. SIX.
The Goldberg variations
are a little too much "harpsichord",
a little too "organized" for me.
Therefore I prefer Bachs Particia Number 6
because it is the antithesis of organized,
though it is, and heavily so.
Though it makes me cry,
in its beauty and its pretensiousness-
i spelled that wrong. but what reguardless, yeah? 'cause i'm a PRETENSIOUS AMERICAN
and rules mean nothing to me.
It is hard to say as to wrether Mr. Gould was or not.
He was the kind of disorganized genius I try to model myself after.
Him, Bukowski, and Burroughs.
Them and me.
But they would hate me.
No big deal, most do.
But back to the situation at hand.
Here I am
in the situation I have created...
Oh, here we are. i just changed the music to "Particia No. 6".
Doesn't it just make you want to cry,
make you want to cut yourself
and weep for the state of the world
which WE have created?
That far-beyond land in which we live?
Im trying to be more honest these days,
advice from an old friend.
Chaos in spite of order...
Particia No. 6, variation GOULD