"One must either explain life to oneself so that it does not seem to be an evil mockery by some sort of devil, or one must shoot oneself." - Tolstoy
"Kill myself?!?! I'm much too HANDSOME to kill myself! YOU kill YOURself." - Gabriel Ferreira as attributed to Eugene Robinson
Overheard at the GAY, LEATHER BAR where OXBOW recently played.
GAY MAN @ BAR: (as OXBOW appears on stage) "Oh. Okay. Rock and roll.
Wonderful."
After 5 minutes and the loss of Eugene's shirt.
GM@B: "Well I've seen just about enough of THIS fucking guy."
Five minutes later after the pants have been lost.
GM@B: "THAT'S it!" He downs his drink and exits the bar in a rage.
Genius!
Hat's off to fucking Larry for being gay AND having the good taste to NOT want to see Eugene's cock.
"I SHOT HIM JUST TO CALM HIM DOWN A LITTLE!"
Oh. Shit. Oh Jesus, shit. I can't breath. It's dark in here. Dark. Fuck...my heart is dying. When do we leave when do we leave when do we leave...everything else is just the horrors.
This is it, baby. This is it. We're in the grips of the bad meemies. You know, the hojo mojies. The screaming sallies. That thing that's like anxiety but completely UNLIKE anxiety because instead of being frozen with doubt and stymied by stasis, you're electrified into dangerous and frantic egomaniacal activity.
Like:
Rushing on the way to "GET THE CASH" you:
a) hit an old man with your car
b) do not slow down after having done so
c) worry about what you're going to eat next
That's what we mean.
That's where we are.