Monday, March 29, 2010

B-I-N-G-O

"There was a farmer who had a dog and Bingo was his name-o."

No one ever established whether it was the farmer or the dog who was named Bingo. We all assume it is the dog, though. If I have a daughter, she will be named Bingo... or Pongo. Either one.

Friday, March 26, 2010

Cascade in Gocta

I see the masquerade/ I call their every move, trying to lead them off the stage/ I tell them that we're through, but they're smiling anyways/ No curtain call can close them in/ Make believe that this world is for your amusement/ Fake, deceive your confusion. Delusion.

The crowd's a renegade/ I call them bulletproof, trying to kill them off with age/ I'll tell them when I'm through with such a loose foray/ No cannonball can fold them in/ Make believe that this war is for your amusement/ Take, receive your contusions. Delusions.

We're fusing arms with thorns and pegs for legs/ Is this the torrent you want to wash away the street of stone put on display/ or do you warrant a stronger cascade/ Make believe that this was all for your amusement/ Fake, deceive your confusion. Delusion.

- afm

Monday, March 22, 2010

13h10 to Cucurul

There's a footprint near the bottom of my narrow stairs/ There's a gathering of cotton on my dusty chair/ A note says that you're leaving cuz you've grown so tired of grieving/ for something that you swear isn't there/ Well, if that train comes back tomorrow, I won't be here/ The statues that we built will disappear/ as if our hands had never touched or our bodies never clutched/ I won't be here

There's a whisper at my window passing through/ There's a soothing breeze blowing, telling me what to do/ so I walk without a purpose and push that window down/ shutting out the sounds I thought I knew/ Well, if the summer heat is burning, I won't be here/ The memories of warmth will disappear/ as if our hands had never touched or our bodies never clutched/ I won't be here

What's your head still waiting for? Another man, another form? What's your head still waiting for? Another stand, another war?

There's a footprint near the bottom of my narrow stairs/ There's a gathering of cotton on my dusty chair/ A note says that you're gone, so I'll be moving on/ I won't be here/ 13h34

- afm

Saturday, March 20, 2010

BEST EVER!

POWER HOUR! IT'S AH ME, PI PI! BEST EVER! :D

Friday, March 19, 2010

EI

what do you do when you lose something intangible?

"Why doesn't anyone I know sleep?"

I'm done growing. I'm already bigger than this.

Monday, March 8, 2010

my new pickup line

You must be made by Campbell's soup cuz you look mmm mm good!

(extended)

You look hotter than a bowl of Campbell's soup! Tryna spoon?

- afm

Sunday, March 7, 2010

i love you, and by you, i mean cake

careful was the way that you looked at me, but nothing can stop the way two people are destined to be something. you got my number on paper so don't wait till later to give it a ring, so we can see where to go from here

deliberately lying that you can confide in me. oh no, im subtly sighing when you are crying. did i make you believe that there is no other world than me? i must have lied through my teeth

you call me every morn in your exigency. you're calling, calling, calling. i never know what to do in an emergency, so im stalling, stalling, stalling. i tried to keep it cool, but im getting so cold that now im numbing to the thought of you and me

deliberately lying that you can confide in me. oh no, im subtly sighing when you are crying. did i make you believe that there is no other world than me? i must have lied through my teeth

disaster is fit if we make it. maybe we can make it up in our minds cuz you can't make heartbreak easy no matter the time. well, this time will be the last that i can ever call you mine, and that's just fine... or maybe, baby, you're my everything.

if you meet me halfway, then i'll be waiting here for a long time. if you're not back by today, then tomorrow i'll wait. tomorrow i'll wait until i can hold you and whisper in your ear that all is fine, that you're mine, and soon you're gonna heal in time

- afm


Monday, March 1, 2010

Push them Tits!

Let me break it down for you. whicka whicka wooww
The guitar I use to record only has four strings. I have negative x amount of dollars in my bank account right now, and I swear there is some conspiracy against me because even with my work experience I cannot find a decent job. Yup. Financially, my life is balls right now. Funny thing is, even though my life is crap at the moment, for some reason my mom still wanted to be me... so she stole my identity! AHHHHHHHHH! :D

Well, today I decided that I need to turn my life around. I need to be more proactive because my problems are not going to fix themselves and help from others is making my dignity sink faster than a monster dump in the toilet. While talking to my good friend/butt buddy, Eric, he suggested that I should grab my guitar and set up a hat outside of a metro station to make some chump change. Unfortunately, I do not have the money for a hat, and more importantly I only have four guitar strings! Out of ideas, we came up with a full-proof, frowned-upon plan to solve my financial bind: Cocaine. I will push cocaine for a living! AHHHHHHHHH! :D

The plan is simple, really. Eric knows a girl who knows a guy who knows a guy who deals cocaine. Aside from this knowing upon knowing factor, I do not have any other in (unless it is with weed and there is not nearly enough money or excitement in weed), so I figure I will just suck this dude's dick, obtain some coke, and distribute it at local middle schools. This way all the cool kids will know who to go to the next time they want their nose to meet a toilet lid in the bathroom stall during lunch. In which case I will then suck a little more dick, obtain a little more coke, and start selling that shit until it's Christmas all year long! AHHHHHHHHH! :D

I know what you're thinking, "But Alex, selling cocaine is dangerous! What if something bad happens to you?!" Well, you need not worry. I am a cool guy. I can take care of myself and handle almost any situation thrown at me. Worst case scenario: I get stabbed. That's not so bad! If I die then my financial distress dies with me. See? No worries! Seriously, though, I do not think it will ever get to that point. Eric and I are tough cookies. Actually no, we're not because tough cookies suck. We're soft and moist and people like us. But that doesn't discount for how tough we are in no relation to cookies! >:( <--- that's my tough guy face. But really, Eric and I will be smart about it when we push them tits (tits is our codename for coke). Smart, right? We will even wear leather jackets and shutter shades. Now all I have to do is get in contact with this guy and meet up with him. I wish he could just bring the tits to me, though. :/

You know you're a sack of shit when you're too lazy to sell drugs.

- afm