I confess that I'm fucking manic.
I'm listening to Indecent Obsession's "Say Goodbye" and it sounds fucking awesome. And I was just listening to Kylie Minogue and Jason Donovan's "Especially for You" and that also sounded fucking incredible. And, amazingly, I haven't even taken any caffeine or anything today except maybe a chocolate milkshake at lunch no that was yesterday. And the lead singer fellow of Indecent Obsession on the music video looks an awful lot like this asshole I knew in the campus Liberal Club except the Liberal Club guy was uglier and pimplier and ended up becoming president although he was an antisemite so they replaced him with a jew last year. And I'm reading all these books an encyclopedia of Australian wine by James Halliday even though I don't drink wine but I'm very interested in Phylloxera infestations which to those of you who don't know are these little aphidsthataresortof yellow coloured and invade the roots of grape vines and the only way to prevent the aphids draining the vine roots is to use roots from American vines which are resistant and graft on the branches of European varietals if a European varietal grape is what you're looking for. And I'm giggling in sort of an annoying squealing way which really annoys me because I would probably look like a total idiot giggling if I saw my own face in a camera or something like that and I guess I'm really sort of labile when I'm in this mood and I keep thinking of ghosts and listening now to Icehouse's Great Southern Land and wanting to crawl back into the 1980s like it's a giant uterus covered in beautiful beautiful membranes like sharp slicing guitar chords or maybe sitars scissors sharp chords.
And occasionally I glance away from the computer screen and look at this empty buttermilk (Dairy Farmer's) container just to the right of my laptop but most of the time I'm happy to stare at the screen although my eyes are starting to feel all dusty. And now Icehouse is getting fucked and I've switched to Shostakovich although I'm kind of more itching for Holst but the first movement of Shostakovich's String Quartet no 8 in c minor has a kind of sentimental value to me and
yes i know that i'm typing total shit but i just feel like typing at the moment because i'm so fucking giddy giddy giddyup horsie because it's melbourne cup day and it's time to place your bets at the TAB if you're the kind of scum that hangs out there and i'm picturing the TAB logo or maybe the NAB red star on my bank card and I giggle because TAB and NAB rhyme and i can't stand that fucking cello and that motif that keeps playing so I'm going to switch to Holst now hold on a sec
the BBC symphony orchestra is now playing Holst's Venus which is pleasing because i hope it will help me to just type myself to sleep and the first few notes what are those flutes? clarinets? oboes? are kind of shrill which I'll never forgive Holst for but it's getting mellower now like a cradle rocking back and forth and now a french horn ? and now that melody I really like sounds like the love theme from ben hur which is of course a rip off of holst and I remember whistling this melody to myself whenever i stepped out of the Nana Hotel elevator and walked the dirty corridor (black carpet colour of dried bubblegum) to my room at the Nana which I think was 1108 (?) view of Sukhumvit Soi See from white curtains of window and all the red and white alcohol swabs which were neccessary after i got that probably unhygenic blowjob from that fat old lady who looked like the queen of thailand and red and white alcohol swabs sterilised through gamma radiation 70% isopropyl alcohol saw fullcolour photos of them in daily telegraph smear story on wayside chapel and giggled because i swabbed the glans of my johnson with the same type about 30 times after that dammed blowjob from the second whore i'd paid in the same night the night I think of September the 18th 2008 i swear to god; three seconds ago i have just giggled and wheeled my chair back and the headphones have fallen out of my ears reconnecting L to left ear and R to right ear and
hang on changing music to Ennio Morricone's violent city
no decided instead upon ennio morricone's Il Giardino Delle Delizie (
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pO7Us9cQknc) which i think is the perfect accompanying music to a closeup of hieronymous bos ch's thegardenofearthly delights and the children seem to be screaming lovely garden lovely garden like pete cundall on gardening australia which i used to watch as a child in the nineties although my mother criticised cundall's lack of sustainability and the fact that he endorsed a pesticide spraying method which needlessly causes pollutants to enter run-off and for some reason I remember ABC TV's "G.P." which was a pretty good TV show and better than Rafferty's Rules but not as good as Prisoner Cell Block H
and my stomach is fucking sore so i'd better end this post and try to sleep if that's possible at this point
"Leopards invade the temple and drink the wine from the chalices; this happens suddenly; in the end it was forseen that this would happen and it is incorporated into the liturgy."
-Kafka-
trolling is used in a less-bad way on my normal forums >.> real trolls get moderated so fast they don't exist.
