click play on these at the same time for the full effect.

you haven't read kerouac till you've heard kerouac read kerouac.

on a separate, related, cryptic note:

okay okay. maybe i'll do it for kerouac.

i think adult swim is pretty good about tearing stuff off of youtube so this might not work in awhile, but it's probably the funniest thing i've seen in awhile.

ya know

there's that bit patton does about different kinds of stand-ups (is it the Dr. Pepper bit?) and one of the types is the Comic-Who's-Funny-But-Who-Gives-A-Shit? like, he's just really... stand-uppy. he has the jerry seinfeld observations that may ring true, and may be funny, but they're still... icky. it's like a band performing their version of Stairway to Heaven. it's been done so much, what's the fucking point? it's one of the weird things about the world and how we view individuality and what we've always been taught about ourselves. like, there's six billion people on the planet. do you really think that there isn't someone out there who's just like you? i kinda do. i mean, that's a lot of people. there's some good odds that someone is gonna get pretty close to your mark. but i'm digressing... my point is Brian Regan IS that comic to me, however i still love him. somehow he embodies but also transcends the idea of a Comic-Who's-Funny-But-Who-Gives-A-Shit? i have an annoying ego-monster in the back of my brain that itches when i enjoy his comedy. "you're cooler than this. you like the Comedians of Comedy. you like alternative comedy. blahdy blah." but i guess sometimes it really just boils down to, "haha. that was funny."

from the stage

some moments

they are gray

drinks in hand

cigarettes at lip

hopes in heart

standing

fidgeting

waiting for

something

something

to happen

awkward

peril

me, flaws, here

there

burning

lights

aged tables

stained napkins

black iron

in the dark

drum pulse

me, flaws, here

 

other moments

their faces

glow

glow like the

stained glass

dull

with rich, deep

hues

yet vibrant

with religiosity

and infinity

and hope

 

and i am present

me, flaws, here

bad night.

"And this was the price you paid for sleeping together. This was the end of the trap. This was what people got for loving each other."

tee hee

so last night i dreamt i was hanging out with Zach Galifianakis outside of this really pretty house in a really pretty, green neighborhood. i was throwing a bike into a gate over and over. he asked what i was doing, so i told him i was trying to crossbreed a bike with a gate and i was going to call it a "gike," though i didn't expect it to sell well. he thought that was pretty funny.

my dreams are so retarded.

also, allow me to reiterate what the rest of the world has already told you:

Bob Dylan is awesome.