Spaced is okay.
Mad Men sucks.
If I'm ever look at the time while watching a movie or TV show and my thought isn't "Oh, what time is it?" but instead is "How fuckin long have I been watching this damn thing?" well, that's just not good.
That thought went through my mind several times while watching Mad Men episode 1. The first episode should always be one of the best.
Always.
Wednesday, August 6, 2008
Handshake Drugs
Am I wrong in all of this? I'd prefer to think I'm far from that but who really knows, not me, that's for damn sure.
I'd like to go on a road trip across the USA, only listening to jazz, blues, swing and Wilco. Pretending like I'm back in the 1950's. I like Ike. Afraid a Soviet Nuke would go off at any time. Living life in fear, one day at a time. They say a man can't live in fear. I believe it.
A good friend of mine keeps telling me to calm down a bit. Stop and smell the flowers. I don't understand why I have to stop to smell the flowers. I truly think I can get just as much of a smell and satisfaction out of those flowers while running.
Eccentric. Explosive. Eccentric. Explosive. Eccentric Explosions are what I live for.
It's been a long time since I've seen you smile. Oh Beirut, you've never seen me smile.
Today I woke up and stretched.
Tomorrow I'll wake up and stretch.
Next week I'll do the same.
In two months I'll continue on this pattern.
Nine years from now I'll still be stretching.
Fifty years seem to be predict my stretching continues.
If I still stretch in 100 years it's because well...I found the Fountain of Youth.
Come on now Benjamin don't go down that alley way. We all know what happens when you go down that alley. You won't come back in one piece. You'll come back in two. TWO PIECES. How do you plan on explaining to your wife? I better hope you don't expect me to do the explaining, I'll be doing the running far from here. Far from home. Far from England.
Countless times you've outsmarted me but not now. Not anymore. I'm tired of it. I'm going back to get some schooling.
Schooling won't do you any good. It's not books I use to deceive you. It's trickery. It's mirrors. It's smoke, passion, magic. The crowds will never trust a man who runs on the books. You'll need to learn how to cut the corners, oil the gears without any lotion. Unless your definition of school has recently changed to prison, you'll be fresh out, fresh out of luck. But I'll do you favor. Just this once. I'll give you some luck. I wish you good luck, dear ol' rival. I wish you the most luck a villain could wish his nemesis in this tight situation of ours. So I bid you fare well and good luck for that the next time we meet, it will be me who's fooled next.
It will be! You will be fooled!
Travis, I'll continue to wish this luck to you but I think the only way you'll be fooling me is if I die, go to Hell and you're there too with the Devil at your side as the Devil screams "I told you, you fool, Hell does exist. There is a God upstairs but you are mine down here with the rest of these fools." If that moment in time ever comes, I will tip my hat to you Stevenson and say "For all the times I made fun of that cross around your neck, I take it back. I take it back sir." So how does the saying go then?
What saying?
...I'll see you in Hell. I'll see you in Hell, Stevenson.
But you just said...
Exactly.
*Gun Fire*
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Well that was lame, in honor of it, let's go burn down some porches.
I'd like to go on a road trip across the USA, only listening to jazz, blues, swing and Wilco. Pretending like I'm back in the 1950's. I like Ike. Afraid a Soviet Nuke would go off at any time. Living life in fear, one day at a time. They say a man can't live in fear. I believe it.
A good friend of mine keeps telling me to calm down a bit. Stop and smell the flowers. I don't understand why I have to stop to smell the flowers. I truly think I can get just as much of a smell and satisfaction out of those flowers while running.
Eccentric. Explosive. Eccentric. Explosive. Eccentric Explosions are what I live for.
It's been a long time since I've seen you smile. Oh Beirut, you've never seen me smile.
Today I woke up and stretched.
Tomorrow I'll wake up and stretch.
Next week I'll do the same.
In two months I'll continue on this pattern.
Nine years from now I'll still be stretching.
Fifty years seem to be predict my stretching continues.
If I still stretch in 100 years it's because well...I found the Fountain of Youth.
Come on now Benjamin don't go down that alley way. We all know what happens when you go down that alley. You won't come back in one piece. You'll come back in two. TWO PIECES. How do you plan on explaining to your wife? I better hope you don't expect me to do the explaining, I'll be doing the running far from here. Far from home. Far from England.
Countless times you've outsmarted me but not now. Not anymore. I'm tired of it. I'm going back to get some schooling.
Schooling won't do you any good. It's not books I use to deceive you. It's trickery. It's mirrors. It's smoke, passion, magic. The crowds will never trust a man who runs on the books. You'll need to learn how to cut the corners, oil the gears without any lotion. Unless your definition of school has recently changed to prison, you'll be fresh out, fresh out of luck. But I'll do you favor. Just this once. I'll give you some luck. I wish you good luck, dear ol' rival. I wish you the most luck a villain could wish his nemesis in this tight situation of ours. So I bid you fare well and good luck for that the next time we meet, it will be me who's fooled next.
It will be! You will be fooled!
Travis, I'll continue to wish this luck to you but I think the only way you'll be fooling me is if I die, go to Hell and you're there too with the Devil at your side as the Devil screams "I told you, you fool, Hell does exist. There is a God upstairs but you are mine down here with the rest of these fools." If that moment in time ever comes, I will tip my hat to you Stevenson and say "For all the times I made fun of that cross around your neck, I take it back. I take it back sir." So how does the saying go then?
What saying?
...I'll see you in Hell. I'll see you in Hell, Stevenson.
But you just said...
Exactly.
*Gun Fire*
---
Well that was lame, in honor of it, let's go burn down some porches.
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