Sunday, January 23, 2005
Today...
Damn! Good to see the Payless Shoe Source up in this byatch, not to mention McGrizzle, the first man I ever smoked crack with. (Are you allowed to talk about that shit on the Internet?)
I spent the last two days in the Elkhorn National Forest building the most awesome 12-person A-frame longhouse you can imagine. There were 8 of us, 3 of them Roaches, and we built an amazing sacred space. The testosterone equivalent of the Red Tent. Pictures will be forthcoming.
I smoked that job interview like a Bolivian roach. It went for over two hours! Really, really cool. I should be making real money again shortly, all the while working on kickass projects that involve BUILDING THINGS THAT MATTER! I'm excited.
I'll leave you with a most amazing quote from "The Last Tempation of Christ" by Nikos Kaztantzakis. It comes from the liner notes of Ray Lamontagne's most recent album, and it applies to all you music (magick?) makers out there. Especially Stasik.
"And you, liar, teller of tall tales: you trample all the Lord’s commandments underfoot, you murder, steal, commit adultery, and afterward break into tears, beat your breast, take down your guitar and turn the sin into a song. Shrewd devil, you know very well that God pardons singers no matter what they do, because he can simply die for a song."
I spent the last two days in the Elkhorn National Forest building the most awesome 12-person A-frame longhouse you can imagine. There were 8 of us, 3 of them Roaches, and we built an amazing sacred space. The testosterone equivalent of the Red Tent. Pictures will be forthcoming.
I smoked that job interview like a Bolivian roach. It went for over two hours! Really, really cool. I should be making real money again shortly, all the while working on kickass projects that involve BUILDING THINGS THAT MATTER! I'm excited.
I'll leave you with a most amazing quote from "The Last Tempation of Christ" by Nikos Kaztantzakis. It comes from the liner notes of Ray Lamontagne's most recent album, and it applies to all you music (magick?) makers out there. Especially Stasik.
"And you, liar, teller of tall tales: you trample all the Lord’s commandments underfoot, you murder, steal, commit adultery, and afterward break into tears, beat your breast, take down your guitar and turn the sin into a song. Shrewd devil, you know very well that God pardons singers no matter what they do, because he can simply die for a song."
# posted by PhoenixRoach @ 10:28 PM 
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All the Ashcroftites reading this right now know that crack is a hypothetical term anyway, and can mean whatever it is supposed to mean in a given situation. Much like flajagnuud, come to think of it.
As for the list of invitees to this McGreeve, look to the left column. We need to get Joel in this mix, and a couple of others? To complete the Fellowship of the Bling.
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As for the list of invitees to this McGreeve, look to the left column. We need to get Joel in this mix, and a couple of others? To complete the Fellowship of the Bling.
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