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Sep. 28th, 2004 11:17 amFIRST: Those of you with a PAID LJ account. Is it *really* worth it?
You get real writing from me later. For now, a few words from Brother Jason. *DISCLAIMER -- Not responsible for milk shooting out your nose, even if you're not drinking milk.
And...go!
"Ben--
Apropos of absolutely nothing, I was thinking this evening about how Samuel Taylor Coleridge wrote Kublai Khan after an opium dream, until someone came to call on business, and he forgot the rest of it. I was thinking about how absurd that really is. Just think:
dude. it was saturday night and we were really smokin' hard and we watched the wall and then we watched it again and by then i was stoned to the bejesus and i was looking at this psychedelic wall hanging in the black light and dude then i saw it. a poem. no one else could see it so i had to write it down for them. i was like the poetry god and i could see this whole poem and then jerry garcia started to sing it for me and so i'm about halfway done and the phone rings and dude it's my mom. so i said dude er hi mom and we talked for a while and i tried to act normal and i think i did and i finally ditched the call but the poem wasn't there anymore and i looked and looked and i couldn't find it. dude, i think i asked her to send me some electric kool ade in her next care package. uh oh.
J"
CURRENT BOOK: THE SUICIDE CLUB, Robert Louis Stevenson
LAST MOVIE: Don't remember. Next one will be ATTACK THE GAS STATION
CURRENT MUSIC: None right now, about to throw in The Pogues, "Rum, Sodomy, and the Lash"
You get real writing from me later. For now, a few words from Brother Jason. *DISCLAIMER -- Not responsible for milk shooting out your nose, even if you're not drinking milk.
And...go!
"Ben--
Apropos of absolutely nothing, I was thinking this evening about how Samuel Taylor Coleridge wrote Kublai Khan after an opium dream, until someone came to call on business, and he forgot the rest of it. I was thinking about how absurd that really is. Just think:
dude. it was saturday night and we were really smokin' hard and we watched the wall and then we watched it again and by then i was stoned to the bejesus and i was looking at this psychedelic wall hanging in the black light and dude then i saw it. a poem. no one else could see it so i had to write it down for them. i was like the poetry god and i could see this whole poem and then jerry garcia started to sing it for me and so i'm about halfway done and the phone rings and dude it's my mom. so i said dude er hi mom and we talked for a while and i tried to act normal and i think i did and i finally ditched the call but the poem wasn't there anymore and i looked and looked and i couldn't find it. dude, i think i asked her to send me some electric kool ade in her next care package. uh oh.
J"
CURRENT BOOK: THE SUICIDE CLUB, Robert Louis Stevenson
LAST MOVIE: Don't remember. Next one will be ATTACK THE GAS STATION
CURRENT MUSIC: None right now, about to throw in The Pogues, "Rum, Sodomy, and the Lash"
