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nothing in here is true

  1. Saturday, June 8, 2019

    heres what i dont wanna be 

    i dont wanna be a sell out loser phony baloney two face nonsense maker

    i dont wanna do things that anyone else can do

    in a fancy cheese store in the south of france i dont wanna be sliced american

    i wanna be brie but not any old cheapass dumbshit hey target has brie? brie.

    i wanna have a little kick to it.

    i want to make that ritz cracker say dude this would be so much better on a baguette

    in a bakery tucked away in nowheresville i wanna be a skinny baguette your true love tucks under their arm

    or puts in a basket on a bike and ring ring as they pedal down the cobblestone

    i wanna be something thats not like the other things but not in a showoff way but in a

    fuck yeah way.

    i’ll probably frighten those prone to being frightened.

    not because im reckless or dangerous or wild or scary.

    but because im free.

    i wanna be me.

  2. Monday, May 6, 2019

    what do you do what do you do what do you 

    do when all the paths are there for you

    take the shiny take the true take the crazy take the new

    which is the one where is the fun

    and how will you know which one

    she lives in a rainbow on a daydream through the edges of a myth

    sings like a blue jay on a sunday who just had her first kiss

    nobody knows the troubles she’s seen

    nobody knows her real name

    few have witnessed the light in her eyes

    like a sunbeam through the soft rain

    so what do you do when the brown turns to blue

    and the ivy switches to green

    roll the dice say yr prayers fingers crossed

    and hope your spirit is clean

  3. Friday, February 8, 2019

    what if the what ifs are right 

    what if the voices are speaking from the future and they know and theyre there to protect us and especially you then what do you do what do you say what if they know

    which is an excellent question for this weeks ask tony and i know the answer to that perfectly and here it is

    there are two songs on the playlist. neither are good. the one is the mopey sad scared boring panicking drone that says its not gonna happen everyones out to get you the end of the world is nigh

    the other is saying oh but youre the exception to the rules youre the chosen one youre the golden child incapable of failure, try, try, try all will be well, and then vacation a little more you deserve it!

    dont you think basketball players at the free throw line hear the people booing and shouting and trying to distract them

    of course. and they know theres nothing good in listening, so they listen to the other song, you can make this, you can do this, you have done it, youve done it millions of times, just hit it and smile on your jog back down the court

    practice your acceptance speeches, not your defenses

    prepare for success, not death

    seek out the fuck yes

  4. Thursday, November 1, 2018

    the whisper in the darkness 

    he’ll go right in your ear and say you aint shit, you cant do that, you faked it before, sure as hell cant even fake it now

    and if anyone else in the world whispered that nonsense to you you’d say fool get out my way

    but as sonic youth and lydia lunch whisper

    youre right

    youre right

    you are right

    which is what you should say to the devil when he’s got your ear

    and the bat’s got yr tongue.

    (so when you say it say it like you mean it

    say it like) it’s the first time youve heard it

    not the millionth – that day

    deep in the gully

    down on the yonder

    i wanna i wanna i wanna i wanna

  5. Wednesday, October 24, 2018

    it’s never the hard things that are hard 

    video games teaches us this.

    it’s never the big burly boss at the end of a level that you have to beat that makes you lose all your guys

    it’s the minutiae, the little turtles popping up along your journey, the quick spiders that fall on you, the little bits of lava that you don’t pay that much attention to as you run and jump and swing

    PAY ATTENTION TO THE LAVA

    video games are trying so hard to teach us how life is and we are always trying to stop kids from playing them. it’s crazy.

    no, junior, you cannot play this game on the easy level forever. at some point you need to up the ante. you have to learn new tricks, you have to read the book that came with it AND the books that outsiders wrote. and yes, virginia, in order to win at video games, as with life you have to try new things, alllllll the time.

    will you die trying them? yes. but you will also die not trying them.

    video games teaches us so much about death. way more than war movies or the bible or classic paintings. if you play Donkey Kong, for example, the average game lasts less than 3 minutes. so basically you are dying once every minute.

    even when you “win” at Donkey Kong (level 22), you don’t win, you die 7 seconds into the level because of “an integer overflow in its time/bonus. The game takes the level number a user is on, multiplies it by 10 and adds 40. When you reach level 22, the time/bonus number is 260, which is too large for its 8-bit 256 value register, so it resets itself to 0 and gives the remaining 4 as the time/bonus – which too short to finish the level.”

    just like Life, when you have accomplished all the things you have been told you have to achieve, they still figure out a way to kill you.

    a valuable lesson that life if fleeting. die with your boots on. and life is about the journey not the destination.

    it’s never the hard things that are hard. it’s the getting there.

  6. Friday, October 19, 2018

    why i love people 

    i have had a good life. i blame my mom.

    she taught me early on not to be afraid of strangers.

    when i was little she used to say, “say thank you to that man.” or “i better hear you say ‘Excuse me’ to that lady you just bumped in to.”

    these last few weeks i have been talking to strangers which might be my favorite thing of all. i am completely fascinated with people’s stories, how they became who they are.

    but i also love to hear them talk. like what words they use. what details they find interesting in a story. and best of all, what they try to hide from me.

    i am always surprised. i try to be honest with them. my car license plate says XBI, which most people know means that we can read your mind or know when you’re lying. even if youre wearing sunglasses. even if youre french. naturally everyone lies, but sometimes you’re sitting there and you wonder, why are they bullshitting me on this? no one cares about this. why this?

    i once had a supervisor, when i was young and asked this. he said the best thing. “when you listen to hard rock, particularily a guitar solo, theres all this distortion all around the notes. thats what these little lies are. atmosphere. flourish. a frame. don’t let it throw you.”

    i know people are scared. i know trust is a bitch for a lot of people. im sure i would be freaked out by the world a lot more if i didnt have super powers. but isnt that what religion is supposed to do for people? isn’t that what experience is supposed to bring you: trust that a + b = c?

    and yet the people who exhibit trust the most when i talk to them are kids. the ones who have zero experience, zero power, zero reason to believe. yet they do. with me at least.

    this week i have talked with a lot of interesting people. yesterday for four hours on venice beach as pretty girls and freaks paraded past us. i will be forever grateful of the experiences that i have had and i will continue to use that to fight evil and reflect goodness.

    and the best way i can do that is to never bullshit you. ever. even when the going gets tough.

  7. Friday, August 3, 2018

    men are from mars, women like penis* 

    biggest problem i have in sensual relationships is when a sobbing young lady spills her guts to me describing her problems

    i give advice.

    i’ll give you advice even if you arent crying.

    hell, i give advice on here to people who arent even seeking advice.

    bottom line: im garbage and should probably be avoided.

    but some have been unable to avoid my charms and end up in a romantic relationship with me and are bombarded with

    if i was you i woulda said this or

    you shoulda done that

    or have you tried this technique

    or in my day we woulda just done it thisaway.

    amber gets so upset when she is trying to confide in me she has thrown phones, books, and even a tire at me out of frustration.

    a long time ago Etienne would say “stop bossing me, busblog” and i didnt fully grasp what her problem was with me but now it is clearer. im terrible.

    if you tell me it hurts when i do this

    im gonna say stop doing that.

    when all they wanted was someone to listen. but i am not a listener. im a fixer. im michael cohen minus the secret recording devices. i am a problem solving machine. i enjoy fixing. i do not enjoy listening and keeping my mouth shut.

    my innards do not work that way. my brain says “this girl you love is in pain, give her the pain relief no matter what it is. be the hero. use your love gun. put a bandaid on the problem. BEGIN THE BEGUINE.”

    but i am told in more ways than one that a beguine is not being ordered. two ears two eyes and no mouth is whats being ordered. back rubs are being ordered. walks on the beach are being requested. scalp scratches. butterfly kisses. viewings of Blackish. uh huhs and oh nos.

    but i am not that robot. i have two turn tables and a microphone. if anything its a maxiphone.

    im gonna die alone.

  8. Wednesday, May 23, 2018

    you will be misunderstood, sweet angels 

    especially if you’re not a basic bitch.

    you will be unloved and ridiculed and talked about behind your back.

    especially by the ssssssswwww ssssswwwww swwwws in the shadows.

    fly with those wings girl, don’t curse them.

    soar with that courage, don’t shrink.

    yes the multitudes came out to hear Jesus

    but his disciples bailed on him when the shit went down.

    you will be alone when the pressure comes.

    sometimes you will shine

    sometimes you will stumble.

    but we are not judged by how we perform during the lightning storm

    we are known by how much light we reflect every day.

  9. Tuesday, May 15, 2018

    we’re not alone 

    ive seen em

    they look like us

    dress like us

    they even drive around

    poorly, but still.

    they say things

    and i listen.

    they write

    little notes

    scratchy like.

    other day i

    saw one of them

    scribble something

    ball it up

    toss it.

    and write more

    on a new paper.

    for some reason i looked

    at the balled up piece.

    a car drove by.

    a bird cawed.

    i unballed it

    it said

    we’re not alone.

  10. Wednesday, May 9, 2018

    there are ghosts in our minds who are stuck 

    they havent floated up to the good place and they get tangled in tree branches

    heart strings, rooftops, bangs, fishing caps

    and dreams.

    because they’re dead but haven’t risen they think the whole trip is over and ends poorly

    but they haven’t seen the other side.

    they still think Bin Laden is on the run.

    they still believe OJ is guilty.

    for all they know rock is doing perfectly well.

    we have two jobs. one is to usher the spirits to the next Mario Bros level.

    the other is to live by example.

    on the playground where i grew up in the mean streets of the suburbs

    if one kid nailed a 3 pointer then all of us started making shots way down town.

    and if another kid dunked, then we all believed we could too.

    after all, we all chewed the same gum, wore the same Cons, and kissed the same girls.

    so of course we could all dunk.

    which is why to this day you dont wanna see me driving the lane cuz yr gonna be in my poster.

    living by example is the greatest lesson Pete Rose ever gave us. if a slow, stocky, hick, with no college degree can knock more hits than any other person in baseball history

    then OF COURSE those of us with video technology, Jamesian statistics and some talent can make it to the 3,000 hit club, but alas so few do.

    why?

    because so few do.

    we are monkeys. we have to see the 100th monkey wash his hands before we do. we have to see the reality tv star ascend to the white house before we believe it can be done.

    and now we have to watch the right people do the right thing to truly drain the swamp.

    the ghosts must be removed from the machine.

    and then the machine needs to be turned into a computer chip.

    and placed in a lock box

    of love.