ey Andy
haha i wondered when i was gonna hear from you fuckers again!

well yea i am kinda comitted to something right now, as well as on house arrest.
umm...yea.
so i guess we should keep in touch for future shit
hope acoustic works out for you man.
good luck.

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...Well the fever is basically whatever ails you or opposes you. It could be anything... in my case its my neurosis, my depression, but I don't want it to be limited to that. It is certainly different for different people. Whatever keeps you up ar night.

You should call me--I've written new songs and I want you to hear them.

haven't written in a while. Wheil. Weill. Brecht and Weill. Good musicians, good writers. can't find any of their shit though. Finding opera is tough. I want to see how complex "Whiskey Bar"'s chord changes really are. Robby Krieger said they were freakish, too complex for a rock band... but the Doors were all fuckin' jazz musicians so it must be pretty out-there. Speaking of which, I have discovered that I can write hundreds of songs a day and not have any one stick out to me, but have them all stick out to someone else. I feel like I'm losing my mind, that I can't perceive the world properly. Why, why is it like that? Dumb cunt's same dumb questions. Lou Reed got electroshock therapy, why not me? Oh yeah... cuz I'm not a gutterpoet genius. He was overrated though... Tom Waits is the real genius of the dark side of city life. And Shane MacGowan, Jesse Malin, David Bielanko, Leonard Cohen. I'm thinking about posting more poems up here soon but they all suck. I'm writing one for Kiri and she seems to like it so far but I'm sure I'll fuck it up about halfway through. Virgins? listen, all virgins are liars honey. I don't know about that... I"m virginal beyond belief. In that pathetic "Sixteen Candles" way. Funny place for the social, for the insects to start caring. Was writing a song about a civil war physician but I remembered I don't know anything about the Civil War. Any Civil War. I keep wanting to spell "ware", as in Ware River Club. can't find their albums anywhere. anyware. I want to learn banjo. I like that aggressive strumming that the Pogues and Marah do a lot. the picking is cool but that rock strumming is amazing. I want to learn mandolin too. Hmm. For 200 anyone can conceive a God on video.

Thanks for the watch. Yeah, we should talk about music sometime.

Thanks for adding me to your friends list. Though I am sorry, I am having some creativity block right now i.e. laziness, so that's why I haven't been uploading stuff lately.

Thank you,

Vaun

hello.

Today after dinner i witnessed a sight so incredulous it's bound to find it's way into my suicide note. my brother ate cake. well, he didn't so much eat it as he went down on it. it was the single most carnal display of man-pasty love i have yet to see. i'll set up the scenario for you: an undercooked meal of maggot lasagna and camelvomit bolognese wrapped up with surprisingly little incident considering it's putrescence. the table was nearly cleared and the family were each about to retire to their respective rooms when a piece of red-and-white cake was placed 'neath my brother's nose. he eyed it briefly, poking at it with the curiousity of a small child or very retarded man, before he deemed it worthty of penetrating his mouth. a preliminary taste was taken, and you could see his eyes light up. he dove into it with abandon--teeth nashing, lips caressing, tongue drilling, eyes rolled back in his head. his cake-hole was dripping with icing as he masticated the sweetbread. after he finished i watched from the garbage can in horror as his face became flushed and he let out an "aaaahhhh". It was so lascivious i felt like i should go to church after witnessing it. from there he took a cold shower in the sink, not thinking about what he had just done... but i will forever remember that day in infamy as the reason i can't go near a cake again. "american pie" ruined it's dessertary cousin, and sarah mclaughlin ruined ice cream, so i guess it's back to dogfood.

Today may very well be the closest thing to the first day of the rest of my life as I've come to know it. I've been hounded to join this site for months and I finally did it, yay. I probably won't post much besides my writings (specifically the kind of crap i'm doing now) because 1). I don't have a camera and I don't consider pictures of the walls art anyway 2). I can't draw or manipulate pixels on this damn thing and if i could it would probably just be a bunch of pictures of sum 182 plan charlottebackpark getting killed 666). i don't feel like putting myself up to the criticizm of a bunch of 14-year-olds who think that drawing pictures they steal from 'gundam wing' is real "art". I'll probably update this page every single never, so just be patient. if you don't like what i have to say you can tell me so, just don't make me cry or punch you, you bastard. I'll write whenever i think of something i'm up for posting--this could be several times a day, this could be no times a day.