January 27, 1999 |
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This is the harshest human behavior I have discovered so far: The COOLEST way you can live your life is having a really good reason to kill somebody, then getting away with it. PLEASE GET NICK CAVE'S MURDER BALLADS. Listen to it by yourself stoned in your car. Get lost. Both mentally and geographically. They're ALL songs about murderers. And the COOL murderers, like bad seeds (get it?) old western outlaws, and my fucking favorite: Omalley's Bar. It's this badass mutha who knew everyone in his piss ant little town. He was full of himself. Truly looked at himself with angelic light. God impersonator. So, time was nigh, and he steps into this tavern Omalley's and KILLS everyone. As fucking cool as he could too. He fucking loved it. Oh yeahhhhhhhh. And that highway's looking pretty satin by now isn't it? But my reason for writing is the sudden DEATH of my first date EVER. But, I had the email to my disposal. I could just try to seduce him again with my pretty words. After all, I was lookin pretty badass this morning, my little Woody Woodpecker lunch pail in my hand. I was supposed to stand out in the crowd at Vitos tonight using the lunch pail as a flag. I overtalked the Priest story to death last night. Stayed up till 3 in the morning with friend T. Our last words were you gotta get to sleep now. You got that date and everything. I could've sent all of this to Priest. I don't know how it would sit on him, but if he gave a shit at all at least he would have a bittersweet farewell. But it was out of my hands. I wasn't getting that damn date back no matter what I did. So I thought, in the face of DEATH I'd best expire in the coolest way I know how..... All I said, with all my feelings of desire lost, all I said was..... [rf]Damn. [the above was in response to the following:][priest]Dearest Rebecca, Please accept my most sincere apologies for not being able to meet you tomorrow night. I was rather looking forward to it, but my situation simply will not allow it. We must be sure to reschedule our date soon though. I will get back to you. Regretfully, Priest p.s. My friends really do call me Priest for reasons I may some day share with you. |
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