I want to live somewhere cool
a land where palm trees grow
a place where in one hour’s drive
I’ll be in mountain snow.
Someplace with orange, tangerine, and avocado trees
where afternoon’s ocean breeze
will gently sway their leaves.
Where blonde girls in tight tops will suck
sticky popsicles
as cops pass by, wearing shorts
while riding bicycles.
City, suburbs, country too
Lots of hilly humps.
Deep blue skies and fluffy clouds
For days and weeks and months.
I’ll live somewhere near the beach
and call it paradise.
I’ll stick my toes in the sand
and think “Ah, this is nice”.
I’ll watch the sun set every night
with Heineken in hand
and thank my lucky stars I’m finally in the promised land. http://www.fodors.com/wire/Carryon-relaxing-beach.jpg
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Are you in a dream-like state?
@Duke; This poem can be sung to the tune of Gilligans Island. I heard how Emily Dickinson’s poems can also be sung to that same TV theme song, so I’ve decided to adopt this strategy when crafting poetry.
I was just reading about iambic pentameter. This is sort of a variation of that formula.
In answer to your question, no, I wasn’t in a dream like state. I was about 4 beers in to the evening and found myself reminiscing about citrus trees, avocados, ocean breezes, cops on bicycles, and scantily clad buxom blondes lounging by the seashore. It was evocative; a very pleasant visual I remember from an era that has long since passed.
It’s funny reminiscing about the past. When you’re in the moment you don’t always realize how good you have it. In hindsight though it’s easy to recognize the high points. “Good times come and good times go, I only wish the good times would last a little longer- thinking about the good times we had, and why they had to end”. – Mike Ness (That’s from a Social Distortion song called “Story of my Life”).
That’s what I thought. Citrus aroma from the trees, sound of gentle waves from the ocean and buxom blondes are an excellent combination. It’s not too chaotic either because the trees and ocean neutralise the avocados and cops on bicycles.
So, when you reminisce is it more the feeling you had, state of mind or the recounting of particular events?
It’s a combination of all of that. My hair was wet after getting out of the water after surfing, the salty water dried on my skin. The sun was warm, the smells and sights were all pleasing, I was just a happy dipshit grinning from ear to ear. Everything was perfect. I can’t imagine adding or deleting one single detail from the entire experience. The police were funny: They ride bicycles and wear short pants. How scary/intimidating is that? (Not very – catch me, muthafucka). 🙂 The girls were an integral part of the scenery – they were enhancements – like pleasing wallpaper or the right soundtrack playing in the background. The sights, the smells, the sounds….it was perfect. My only dilemma was a shortage of funds but that didn’t matter much – licorice and Big Gulps were cheap. I also smoked clove cigarettes back then. Djarums from Indonesia. I’d hang out down by the bamboo shoots….
Bamboo – I forgot to mention that. I want to live in a place where bamboo grows too.
There are a lot of memories hidden away that can only be unearthed with some sort of precursor. If you watch a home movie from 20 years ago the detail will trigger new memories from the period.
Yeah. Hey Duke? If I die before you, could you post a picture of a breakfast plate in my honor? That there is some classy shit. You’re not even a redneck from Florida but that doesn’t mean you cant embrace your inner hillbilly child.
That’s exactly why Delia Smith herself taught me how to boil the perfect egg. I was always prepared for that eventuality.
Is it seven minutes to hard boil an egg? I like the deviled eggs but I don’t really cook. Eh. Do you guys celebrate Easter where you live? We have Easter here. It’s a holiday about bunnies, chocolate and Jesus. Go figure with the connection there.
If you die before me, would you like any sort of memorial? Should I drink a beer in your honor? You want me to rob a payday loan place and kick a horse? What’s a fitting tribute for the Duke, Duke?
I like soft boiled egg with soldiers and to get it right you’ve got to boil it for a minute and then leave it for a further four minutes covered.
Yeah, I’ll let you drink a beer.
And no, I already paid the payday people. I did learn something very interesting today. I saw a horse taking a shit and it still one. So, when a horse does that it’s not a negative.
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RyPrjXCtqUE
4:36 am. Sleepytime.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ADJZirI8-vo The East Bay – Berkeley.
Sleep well, DOM.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PeJYTolvSf4 All of my compact discs have been in my mom’s garage since the fall of 2011. I only listen to music online now. I got a shit ton of CD’s but I don’t remember artists/albums/song titles. I’ve been trying to recall this one song I really like, but I couldn’t remember the artist/album/song title. I finally remembered the artist after googling “924 Gilman Street” but this ain’t the song. Oh well. I’ll figure this shit out eventually.
CD’s take up too much space. I have made a few errors when it comes to buying music and there’s a lot of stuff I’ll probably never listen to again. There were periods in my life where I listened to commercial music like hip hop and indie rock because at the time that’s what my friends at the time listened to. I appreciate various styles of rock and I used to own all that stuff I posted on here. Your favourite Bad Religion I had every one of their albums but deleted them. People like me are basically enthusiasts for one style of music and everyone I know is passionate. There is nothing they won’t do to get future releases.
Heya Duke. People often debate whether or not any sort of supernatural creatures exist. I’m happy to report that I’ve found evidence confirming that angels are indeed real. Check it out:
http://www.chinadaily.com.cn/life/images/attachement/jpg/site1/20081111/00123fc5bdb70a83462e18.jpg
Nice. I was actually discussing it last night with a spiritualist. She was telling me three stories from her life that would convince me spooky things existed. I actually thought it was coincidental but didn’t want to hurt her feelings so I just agreed.
Not everything that’s supernatural is spooky. The angel in the pic…is there anything scary about her? I would certainly let her haunt me. Or visit me in my dreams, anything she wants. 🙂
supernatural creatures do exist. I know many people have a problem believing this. but not all u hear is true. a lot of it ur mind playing games or ur own psychological/emotional states projected outside. but a few stories are true…im not sure if god exists. but there are other things out there
Ok
There is something that I’ve been keeping to myself all this time and I think the guilt is making me depressed. A few years ago I was watching Challenge TV of whatever the game show channel is called. They were showing Blockbusters from the 90’s which I hadn’t watched since I was a kid. It was my nan’s favourite show. I remember wondering what happened to the presenter Bob Holness. The next day he was dead. So, most people think I killed Bob Holness.
That’s quite a leap. You wondered about somebody and the next day he was found dead. If only you could transform your thoughts into effecting positive outcomes, you’d be onto something there.
I might get a grilled ham and cheese sandwich, I’m getting hungry. I hafta do laundry today too but I’ve run out of detergent. I’d rather eat first.
Yeah if only I could use my mind to kill people I didn’t like instead of the ones I do.
Every time I look at unwashed dishes and laundry it causes a problem. It’s depressing and I think about doing it but usually end up putting it off. I’m actually a disorganised person and usually just do whatever I feel like doing all the time. Most people call it laziness which is probably right. You should try listening to the stereo at the same time as carrying out these tasks.
I get a lot of interesting spam emails. Advertisements for Russian mail order brides, invitations to join F**kbook (see naked pictures of people you know), ads to last longer or “get bigger”, invitations to join class action lawsuits, free offers to check my credit score, etc. I delete these emails without even opening them.
I think I get these junk ads because of the web sites I visit. They profile me and imagine I’m on the hunt for lonely housewives or Asian mail order brides. The internet is still sort of like the wild west, you know? Anything goes. If you’ve got the cash whatever you’re looking for can be found. (Tangible stuff – intangibles like “meaning”, “purpose” or “happiness” are more elusive. Giving someone your credit card number won’t ensure your fulfillment in acquiring that).
I just deleted 23 spam emails that arrived overnight.
Why am I telling you this? No reason.
I think I’m going to get that grilled ham and cheese sandwich now. Bye, Duke.
I think a lot of the spam mail must be because of this site or the email account provider.
Ok, hope you have a good and productive day.
Thanks, you too.
I haven’t left the house yet. I was just thinking about how a few years ago I seriously considered purchasing a mail order bride. I like the idea of skipping the courtship process entirely. No “let’s talk about our feelings” mumbo jumbo. Let’s skip the appetizers and proceed directly to the main course.
I wanted someone to water the plants, retrieve mail from the mail box, maybe do some light housekeeping and service me occasionally. It seemed like a win-win situation. I would rescue some damsel from a banana republic or the frozen tundra of Russia, and all she’d have to do is be nice to me. That’s it – be a hawt chick who’s nice to me and I’ll pay the bills. It would be like saving a puppy er something. I never got around to doing that, and I don’t have much money anymore so I’ll more than likely never buy a bride.
No. Once you go the mail order route you’ll end up like WIG. You’re better off befriending the local prostitutes and finding a maid for the housework.
Hahaha. There’s nothing wrong with pro’s or maids.
I was never worried about getting my heart broken because that’s something that only happens to people who “fall in love”. I was interested in a business arrangement, a partnership where I rescue some 3rd world babe and get a few bj’s out of it. Love, romance, and fairy tale endings have nothing to do with it.
Consider eating out: You go to a restaurant, order the meal you’d like to eat, eat the meal, pay your tab then leave. I wanted a wife that was exactly like that. I choose her from a website, pay for her emigration fees, then she comes and lives with me. It’s brilliant. If I remember correctly it’s about $10k for the entire process, although as we all know the initial investment is just the starting off point in terms of costs. “If it’s got tits or tires you’re going to be spending money on it”.
Well, I’m not planning on living to old age. I’m going out like a rock star. Maybe it’s because I know I’ll never experience happiness and well, I’m fucked. All these people who become infatuated, become stalkers etc are the ones who get to enjoy life because they need attention and affection which is an easy problem to have.
Are you saying that you lack passion? I’d say you’re passionate about the ponies. Don’t you feel something similar to happiness occasionally?
The deli where I go for my grilled ham and cheese sandwich was closed today in observance of some holiday. (Something about bunny rabbits and chocolate Jesus’.Idk). So I went to a barbeque shed instead and got the beef brisket plate with a side order of ribs. I really enjoy eating dead animals- there’s no way in hell I’ll ever become a vegetarian. For the two sides I went with barbequed beans and potato salad. The potato salad had a strange taste lurking in the background. Buttermilk maybe? It wasn’t yellow, either, it was an off white. I only sampled two bites of the potato salad. The rest of the meal was delicious.
There’s no helmet law here where I live. I took the bike out today helmet-less. It was great. I could clearly hear the engine roar when I whacked the throttle. Gawd, I can’t wait until the weather warms up. I plan to do a lot of riding this season.
I’m saying this, all of this is a big problem. I’ve been on these drugs for since November and to begin with I was a little better but long term I always slowly get worse than before. When I was younger I was different than this. You wouldn’t have found me on here in a million years. I seem to enjoy certain things but it’s not the same. I like horses because I’m an addict. I mean I could have walked into any showroom and bought a brand new Lamborghini with the amount I’ve lost, two of them. It’s just in my nature to do this to myself and I’m just never going to be like everyone else.
Hmm. What model Lamborghini do you think you’d have gone with?
By the way, I just sent you a bunch of pictures of my bike parked in different scenic locations. I’m developing an addiction too. I can’t stop taking pictures of my bike. I’m like an annoying parent with a new baby and I want to show the critter off. heheh.
I hope the pictures cheer you up.
I got you’re emails. There are new ones out now but I would have probably gone with the Murcielago. Put it this way, I’m about 80k down in just one of my accounts which has only been open since 2008. The rest are all older and that doesn’t even take into consideration the thousands I’ve handing over the counter. People say why don’t you just stop then but I know that can’t happen and that’s the least of my worries. I never actually think about these loses. It really doesn’t bother me. What bothers me is that I don’t want anything in life except for it to end.
That’s a grim assessment. Eventually your life will end, it seems rather unfortunate if between then and now you languish in misery.
I’m not really sure what to say. I’ve accepted my fate. I don’t worry about the harmful effects of smoking or drinking. I don’t visit doctors, don’t have health insurance, don’t wear seat belts, and try not to worry about anything. I figure if I’m going to die, why bother taking any steps towards prolonging my life? I’ve never been married, never had kids, and I don’t want any. I don’t save for the future, I don’t go to family outings and I rarely talk to anybody that I’m related to. I plan to die alone. No funeral, no services, no singing – nada. I don’t want any fanfare or ritualistic ceremonies performed in my honor. I’m at peace with my fate and I have no intention of altering my course.
I’ll drink, smoke, visit whores, ride my motorcycle, and work only as much as I need to. When it’s time to go I wont complain or resist. This is the life I’ve chosen and I plan to milk this ride for all it’s worth. Some people might remember me as a loser/misfit/weirdo but that doesn’t matter. What do I care? If I don’t share the same values as the majority of the rest of society why should their opinions matter to me?
I doubt that anything I wrote here was helpful. I’m not really the helper type. Oh well. I wish you the best, Duke.
I’m exactly like that except I don’t enjoy stuff anymore. Someone once said to me all these celebrities who od on drugs take the drugs because there is something missing in their lives. They aren’t actually having fun. I don’t need moral support or anything. I just feel like a disappointment.
It sounds like a cliché, but some say that happiness or a sense of fulfillment can only be found by looking within. The religious types have their faith to fall back on, others have whatever-it-is they have to provide their lives with meaning. I guess you need a reason to wake up each morning and keep carrying on. Life is only valuable if you’re able to find a reason to make it worthwhile. Whatever it is that makes life worth living is a question that only you, the individual, can answer.
Why do feel like a disappointment? From my perspective you seem to have done alright.
It’s midnight. I’m going to sleep. I’ll see you whenever you’re next online.
Peace out, D.