SONG OF THE DAY: I Need Your Love

I am alone in my own head and world about half the time, so I tend to have about 17 monologues pretending to talk to somebody else like the one at the end of this song. It helps you get your spacing down right as if somebody else is actually talking. You gotta practice shit like that. Gotta practice everything, in your head, constantly, because you never know. YOU NEVER FUCKIN’ KNOW.

Monday Morning Feedback

So what's going on? Who is here? Why are you here? What the fuck do you think? Let it be known. Point me in direction, even if the abyss. I am going to attempt to be regular (although secretly irregular) about this bullshit for the time being. I am sure that motivation will dissipate, as I have little respect for the insides of the internets. But nonetheless, this will be a weekly post for you to say what you enjoy here, what you don't, or ignore completely, or not even be here and I won't know and nothing will happen and the world will spin and I'll sit around and that's all that will happen.
This week my brain appears to be on beer, and beer appears to be on my brain, to co-opt that old rap lyric. It is a new year and I'm an old dude, but not for-real old, just internets old. I don't think it ever really got better than Madden' 93 and Kool G. Rap's "Ill Street Blues". I buy dollar coffees at the gas station and hit it hard with the butternut flavor fake milks, and then I waste the money I saved on magazines about cars that feature shiny enough things to trap raccoons in tunnels. That is my lot in life, and it's a partially retarded, completely perverted lot, but it is my lot. Well, not really, but I've been renting this lot for a while now, so feel emotional attachment to it fairly strongly.