Sometimes, on cool clear nights like tonight, I take a break from writing music and I go into my garden & smoke a cigarette...
...I look up toward the sky, & I can sense how small we are.
It's a cool, calm kind of insignificance, and it's O.K.,
I don't think man will discover, how to reach the stars,
Before secrets we uncover, will somehow destroy us all.
When I walk in the forest, past acorns & rotting trees.
I see my life is short, like striking a match, but it's O.K.
I don't think we will know where every creature is,
Or when each leaf will fall, before we destroy them all.
If ignorance is bliss, then knowledge must be struggle,
And I am drawn to know, like moths are to light, but it's O.K.
Because I think that comfort is somewhere in the middle.
And I don't really think that we were meant to know it all.
(Grunge style, mood change)
LET'S HAVE A REFERENDUM! Phuck yeah!
Politics is great, dang nab it. (Until the power takes hold)
It has come to my attention that people who add to these postings, cannot delete their own comments.
Although I do occasionally edit, I think it's cool to post embarrasing/crap stuff. It's character building & creative.
But I want to know what you think.
"Do you think that anyone (including me) should be able to delete things they've written in drunken hazes/insane moments?"
You can post me answers of (at least) yes or no,
(at most, not more than 3000 words).
If most say yay,
I'll change it today,
If more say ney,
I'll have to obey.
What's that you say?
Yeah, I'll stop this, o.k.
You can use your name, or be anonymous, or use a pseudonym like... "Demi O'Cracy" or "Pan T. Hose"
(Offer ends in a few days. Not limited to one per household. Open to earth residents, excluding employees of the Music Biz, their families & agents)
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31 comments:
Robster,
Are those lyrics or are you toying with us? I'm listening to RTR right now.
I made a typo on the last post and it really bothered me. I wish I could have reposted it fresh, with no mistakes in it. But we've talked about anal and I'm right there in the thick of it.
I've just had a night cap, so I might regret this tomorrow. You posted something narcissictic on my blog and then deleted it before I ever saw it! No fair!
Back to anal. When I made this drink I am now sipping I refilled the ice tray. I thought you'd appreciate that I refill each square separately. They come out easier if they aren't stuck together! Haste makes waste!
Lo Robbie C,
First of all; I really like the lyrics that came to your mind at night in your garden. Thoughts like that overwhelm me with positive feelings. I can really indentify my thoughts in those words. The only difference is that I like to think that regardless of the bad things that knowledge on life, the universe will bring, it will turn out positive in the end. And if we are predestined for anything, then I think it has to be to know how to travel the universe and reproduce life on other planets. It is the surival of our species, since one day life will be impossible on earth.
But ehm ok, on your questions.. I think you should leave it like this and keep the spontaneity alive. Should we post something that really doesn't feel right later, then we can always ask for your grace, right comrade Coombeski?
Robco,
I guess I have hopped on the nickname bandwagon. Though perhaps mine is not as clever as the others, forgive me I am sick today.
I really liked what you wrote in your thoughts, lyrics, poem or whatever this may be! Especially the lines (When I walk in the forest, past acorns & rotting trees.
I see my life is short, like striking a match, but it's O.K.)
This is so true, cus our lives can burn out so fast. It's funny how such mundane objects found in nature, can bring about such strong feelings, but I totally agree.
As for deleting things written in drunken or insane moments, I would leave them for all to see. Even if they are embarrassing, at least they'll be humorous to others.
Kelly, I like Robco. Makes him sounds like an industrious empire.
Thanks guys, for taking time to read this & give me opinions.
Costa, I'm drawn to your positivity & I hope it will prevail.
I guess I was thinking about all the power we get, as man advances (technologies, choices, self importance...). I don't always have faith in humanity (including myself), to not abuse it.
Maybe, it's is our fundamental flaw.
But it's a double edge sword, and the bookies round here won't take bets on the fate of mankind.
so tonight, I will try and have just a little more hope & humility.
I'm really diggin' the cool names.
To the one and only Big Robowski,
Sometimes, I am plagued by the possible "meaning" of the trees. This happens most in the autumn, when the skeletal structure is at its starkest. It strikes me that JUST BEYOND my comprehension, there is a pattern I ought to see...something I should know...a message they are sending. (Think: "Gödel, Esher, Bach" rather than "pure crazy" -- or -- "The Golden Ratio" rather than "fractals are for habitual users" -- or -- "Fibonacci" rather than "fibber"…)
And the fact that we will not know when that leaf will fall, at least not in my lifetime, this fills me with a great, great joy. I used to worry about this a lot as a child -- that science would obliterate art. Which is perhaps why I look for the music in the trees.
I vote "no" to the delete button (with my heart), though my head screams out for "yes". Being an abject perfectionist and hemmed in by the practice thereof, I require that something requires me to dare beyond the place I am comfortable. Even if it is just the internet and just an opinion and just, just, just…
As long as we can appeal to the General Banana for clemency…
Oi, I just finished reading bits of Cosmos whilst on the toilet and I have more questions than answers and that feels right. It's like we are perpetually in the exciting new bits of a relationship and we'll never reach the boring I-know-everything-about-this-person stage.
As far as the drunken/insane blab, I think you should revise and revise again until it is perfect. I don't know what that says about me.
I've just received a very kind, but cryptic email...
O.K., what's the big joke about little acorns?
I just can't imagine what they might resemble... except other acorns.
Did someone else say something about acorns? I just like the way you can pull the top part off and and take it off and put it on like a hat. I had a smiley face on one when I was a kid and carried it around!
The 'hat' of an acorn (don't know the word in english) can also be used as a whistle. :)
But I did not send you an e-mail RobBob, I would not know where to send it too...
I think my sense of humor can be a bit insane (& juvenile) at times.
Majority rules that I shouldn't delete this, or my last comment.
How ironic.
Robboso,
I would say you're right that humanity's fundamental flaw is abusing whatever we can get our hands on - technology and everything else.
As long as we're aware of this tendency it's our only shot at redemption.
I'm at work, bored and philosophical. So I think you should have the option to delete whatever you want.
I'll try & keep this to less than 3000 words..
This is my version of events & I'm sticking to it.
O.K. Let's go back a couple of days...
I was feeling a little bit concerned about the words I'd written in this blog, probably because they were sincere or something.
So after I'd hit 'publish post', I decided to email Simone & ask her if she thought they sounded like head in the clouds, or head up my own arse.
Simone sent me an email telling me that she really liked the verses, & she especially liked the use of the word 'acorn', since there was something about acorns that made her giggle.
Anyway, alarm bells started ringing in my head, & I thought I might have missed something. So I looked up 'acorn' on-
http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=Acorn
and was extremely amused, to find it is an expression for an unusually tiny penis.
So, I thought I'd post a quick blog comment, saying how I'd just had this cryptic email about acorns... & that nothing I was familiar with looked like an acorn...Etc.- Just to show everyone that I was aware of the joke.
But unfortunately, It seems nobody had the slightest idea what I was talking about.
Simone's mail had been completely innocent (Or so she claims).
So there followed a couple of slightly bemused blog comments, discussing the finer points of acorns. About how they make whistling sounds if you blow them, that they look like they have tiny little hats, & how it's fun to draw faces on them.
All the while this was causing me tears of laughter and worry in equal measure.
Anyway since no-one was identifying with my childish humor, I thought I'd better mail Simone the Urban Dictionary address just to make sure, that was what she meant.
She received this with good natured shock, outraged that I could question her pure intentions.
So, we're going to try and draw a line under the whole sordid affair, and begin to act like the hugely mature & responsible adults that we undoubtedly are.
Yours
General Banana
Thanks to Stephana for introducing me to urbandictionary.com
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Just to be clear, I was fully unaware that acorns can represent phallic symbols. The unusually small kind ofcourse!
As for what i wrote in my comment, I was referring to acorns that fall from trees. Tiny penises do not make me think of how short my life could be, or at least I don't think they do.
i saw this guy on tv who did a documetery on the size of his penis
it was well small
poor guy
There was this guy who called himself 'Extreme Elvis', where he performed as Elvis, but he was totally fat, and he would pour curdled milk on himself, get naked and piss and shit on stage. It was horrible. But anyway, he had the tiniest acorn ever. At best, it was about as big as a knuckle after you've double your finger over. At worst, it would completely disappear into his scrotum. I think the act may have been a response to his anguish over his acorn.
Wow, it sounds like acorn man was G.G. Allin disguised as Elvis.
Yeah, it was very G.G. Allinesque, only he didn't die, he lost weight and doesn't shit in public anymore, as far as I know.
No I don't think you should delete things you have written because uninhibited thoughts are just as important as everyting else.
P.S. Road to Rouen is a really great cd.
I am not sure about anyone else, Rob, but when I saw your message about a cryptic e-mail I thought I'd best not say anything. I didn't want to be the one to suggest that someone was suggesting the might oak might be acorn-size.
Your confession made me laugh. It was a GREAT admission.
PS: w/r/t your new pic (in the other space) -- as they said about "The Vampire Lestat" NOT GAY ENOUGH!
piss piss damn nuts.
see, this is when you need an edit button. that was supposed to be:
might-y. might-Y.
damnation.
Since we are still on the subject of tiny acorns, I remember when I had my first nude drawing class.
The first model we got was a man, and his member was rather acorn-sized. One of my friends ended up with a frontal view of him. Poor thing she got the spread eagle pose, that's the worst, I opted for the rear.
The next class we had him again, and once it was break time, everyone left the classroom. A couple of minutes later I realized I left my drink behind, so I went back to get it.
It just so happened the only one in there was the model. I smiled and nodded, and then he decided to open his robe up and wiggle his miniscule sized family jewels at me.
Not only was I freaked out because this guy was a perve, but he looked strikingly similar to my dentist. Not too long after he had been reported by some other students for lewd behavior, and eventually got fired.
Everytime I see my dentist, I get the image of this guy wiggling his penis around.
god, THESE stories are endless.
i was on the trans-siberian express (from beijing to berlin). we got bumped from first class (it was cheap back then) because the russian embassy we decamping from china (or so they told us), so we ended up in a car with other people (4 bunk beds). when we left moscow, we went up through poland. the cars were much smaller than on the other portions of the trip. we were sharing with two very loud, very happy, very drunk guys who were taking as many bricks as they could carry from moscow back to their place in poland. the language barrier meant we never knew where exactly. they put a plan from one bunk (their side) to the other (our side) and asked if it was okay to stack brick to the ceiling...all good.
late at night, i woke up. who knows why, maybe there was some rustling?, but i looked up. the guy on the top bunk was leaning over the edge (almost hanging off) jiggling his acorn in a repetitive manner and staring at me. i think i grimaced, rolled over, and pretended to go back to sleep.
i didn't shake hands when we said goodbye the next day.
I was standing in a gazebo once and this man walked up to this woman. He seemed like a real perve. He opened his coat to reveal himself to her, but the tables sure turned when she opened her coat and revealed an acorn of her own! Oh wait...that was 'Pink Flamingos'. Never mind...
I saw that G.G. Allin 'thing', a few years ago, in the U.S., on a tourbus.
Those images will probably stay with me forever.
Perhaps that's why I found the whole acorn thing so amusing.
Kate
yeah, I did change my profile photo to that of the great Liberace, for about 5 minutes.
But then I started to think;
Shit! he does actually look a bit like me.
Yes Kate, I meant to commend you on Liberobce!
Has anyone been his museum in Vegas? It's great. I've been three times. Snuck in two of those times. Worth every cent.
All kinds of conspiracy theories are roaming my mind right now... Let's pick out one, just to illustrate that more than one person have a twisted mind here...
I am thinking that conservative powers are forcing a pro 'delete' dicision by deliberately posting sincere emotional stuff.
Please let bogus prevail!
PS: Rob, maybe you like www.interglot.com also, perhaps you can post in Swedish or Spanish on an appropriate occassion.
Cheers peeps!
vaginas ....we need more vaginas
and good hard english cock
ok so none of this acorn business has ever happened to me yet *phew*
..Robana? (like a Rob and banana)
If I may bring your attention to something I did last night, that I know we all have done, and that even though we use the excuse we were drunk when we did it, we knew what we were doing at the time. .I shall explain. . Last night I went out for a few bevvies with the boys and got absolutely plastered, so I thought it was a good time to text most of my ex girlfriends telling them I miss them and want them back. Now I knew exactly what I was doing but I think its more we can use the excuse of being drunk if it all backfires on you.. so Rob I think its good to have spontanunity, but you have to be prepared for the consequences. . however in my case, no one repled. . Aaahh
Superdamo,
go to urbandictionary and see "drunk myspacing." There's a word for what you did, if that helps affirm you!
I've heard nothing but good things about english cock.
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