All geek to me
Aug. 6th, 2004 12:21 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jack_babalonPrior to last night I never fantasied about siamese twins , never thought i'd be aroused by a stripper with a pigs tail or would see what the love child between Truman Capote and Jim Jones in the form of a Flipper freak would look like. Well all that's changed when I went to Dad's Garage last night to get me some of that thar culturifyin' all them college girlies like (ah-heh-heh). I must say I had a great time,I gasped and sobbed like a regular rube. A kind of fun house mirror tilt a whirl of how people view love,life and acceptance. I kept half expecting to hear the cast chant "One of us! One of us!" but that'd be Todd Brown not Katherine Dunn.
Before hand I had to brave that bitch-storm on the way down to lil'5. Wind howling like a Wagner Opera on crack as the South bound Marta shook on the tracks, cracks of lightning bursting over the skyline like baby Jesus was having himself one big bad temper-tempest tantrum, Rain coming down like bullets soaking through the ceiling on the train cab as the lights flickered. There is a loud Kraka-fucking-boom outside and this little sista sitting with her man jumps right into his arms, he looks over at me holding her and winks confidently I return the confident smile until I realize I'm white knuckling the hand rail on the back of the seat. When the train dips underground prior to Art station from where I can see the traffic river of headlights along 85 crawling slowly like some kind of mass exodus from the city as a blanket of dark gray swallows up the buildings in the skyline. By the time I hop trains at five points and emerge from the Candler park station everything is blue skies and chirpping birds. The Church by the station starts chimming out 6 rings of the bell telling me I'm actually early for once ( go figure the one time Marta actually gets me somewhere on time is during a fucking deluge- is it me or this the Bizarro version of public transportation?). Well I braved the elements for the show and it was well worth my troubles.
Anyhoo- hope to see all my Secretroom-mates out and about tomorrow-I'm opening for Dj Spider at ze SKIN2
hope to see y'all out there.
Before hand I had to brave that bitch-storm on the way down to lil'5. Wind howling like a Wagner Opera on crack as the South bound Marta shook on the tracks, cracks of lightning bursting over the skyline like baby Jesus was having himself one big bad temper-tempest tantrum, Rain coming down like bullets soaking through the ceiling on the train cab as the lights flickered. There is a loud Kraka-fucking-boom outside and this little sista sitting with her man jumps right into his arms, he looks over at me holding her and winks confidently I return the confident smile until I realize I'm white knuckling the hand rail on the back of the seat. When the train dips underground prior to Art station from where I can see the traffic river of headlights along 85 crawling slowly like some kind of mass exodus from the city as a blanket of dark gray swallows up the buildings in the skyline. By the time I hop trains at five points and emerge from the Candler park station everything is blue skies and chirpping birds. The Church by the station starts chimming out 6 rings of the bell telling me I'm actually early for once ( go figure the one time Marta actually gets me somewhere on time is during a fucking deluge- is it me or this the Bizarro version of public transportation?). Well I braved the elements for the show and it was well worth my troubles.
Anyhoo- hope to see all my Secretroom-mates out and about tomorrow-I'm opening for Dj Spider at ze SKIN2
hope to see y'all out there.
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hey brother...
on 2004-08-06 10:31 am (UTC)Re: hey brother...
on 2004-08-06 11:33 am (UTC)no subject
on 2004-08-06 10:45 am (UTC)no subject
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on 2004-08-06 02:39 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2004-08-06 12:49 pm (UTC)Hey, that rhymed...
So how come you wont ever take me to Dads Garage anymore? Is it becuse i wont sleep with you? I told you my price...
what da fug!!!
on 2004-08-06 12:58 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2004-08-06 01:02 pm (UTC)ok
ya bastard