Apostolic Alcoholic Musings

05:43 pm - Random Notes On a Weekend

I was lobbed fully-loaded balled-up napkins and was cajoled into staring at a looping, drunkslanted signature. She handed me a shot for my efforts while she played with my "don juan" locks. Something or other about a $700 champagne tab, lots of dancing, sore feet the next morning. I was also threatend by the girl in the first sentence of this entry. Apparently she's fond of drop kicking Blanco's in the throat.

It's a wonderful life.

If you can find it.

05:11 am - Shot of Love

Sometimes it just hits you straight in the heart and there's no ifs, ands or buts about it. No where you can hide, no place to abscond to. It just is. Can't even lurk in a misspelling. It's twined into the fabric of feeling. No pulling it apart to study its parts, either. It knows. And knowing it knows, it is.

Oh well, it'll pass by tomorrow and I'll grieve. That's if I remember....

01:37 pm - Hehehe

Making fun of people is fun.

Btw, not my blog.

02:41 pm - Take This Longing

Many men have loved the bells
you fastened to the rein,
and everyone who wanted you
they found what they will always want again.
Your beauty lost to you yourself
just as it was lost to them.
Oh take this longing from my tongue,
whatever useless things these hands have done.
Let me see your beauty broken down
like you would do for one you love.

Your body like a searchlight
my poverty revealed,
I would like to try your charity
until you cry, "Now you must try my greed."
And everything depends upon
how near you sleep to me

Just take this longing from my tongue
all the lonely things my hands have done.
Let me see your beauty broken down
like you would do for one you love.

Hungry as an archway
through which the troops have passed,
I stand in ruins behind you,
with your winter clothes, your broken sandal straps.
I love to see you naked over there
especially from the back.

Oh take this longing from my tongue,
all the useless things my hands have done,
untie for me your hired blue gown,
like you would do for one that you love.

You're faithful to the better man,
I'm afraid that he left.
So let me judge your love affair
in this very room where I have sentenced
mine to death.
I'll even wear these old laurel leaves
that he's shaken from his head.

Just take this longing from my tongue,
all the useless things my hands have done,
let me see your beauty broken down,
like you would do for one you love.

Like you would do for one you love.

-L.C.

02:31 am - Blancology

Through trial and error peek-a-boo causes and fool's gold effects, Romeo has no clue Ophelia would have been a better lay.

10:50 pm - Greatest movie never made!

03:11 pm - What the Thunder Said...

Impudent wake-up calls seem to be all the rage these days. If it's not one housemate, then it's the other. As of late, i am one unacquainted with the ante meridiem dew. Was called douchebag by a girl who irks my brain coils. She asked me to describe to her in detail how it would feel if i daintily placed my penis in a jar of warm apple sauce. Then she called me a douchebag. Oh what divine company i keep.

The aim of the artist is to slightly shift the reality program paradigm.

Shantih. Shantih. Shantih.

11:44 am - Songs That We Sing

I saw somebody who reminded me of you
Before you got afraid
I wish that you could have stayed that way

I saw a little girl, I stopped and smiled at her
She screamed and ran away
It happens to me more and more these days

And these songs that you sing,
Do they mean anything to the people you're singing them to
People like you

I saw a photograph: a woman in a bath of hundred-dollar bills
If the cold doesn't kill her money will

I read a magazine, it said by seventeen your life is at and end
I am dead and I'm perfectly content

And these songs that I sing,
Do they mean anything to the people I'm singing them to
People like you

-Charlotte Gainsbourg

06:28 pm - Blancologic

Some girls are fit for roses while others you have to beat off with a stick. Life is simply days strung together in a necklace of time lubricated by love. That sounded so much better in my head. The romantic in me negates the cynic/pessimist/bastardio. Impressions trump structure and form. I had a dream of a girl I had prior relations with and she was naked on a bed, her skin a sheen of salty sweat and lovemarked, hair pasted on her forehead. She turned to me and said, I'm ready to tell you my story....

01:55 am - Blancologic

Sometimes one person's effort is someone else's waste of time.

08:32 pm - One of my faves...

From Blank to Blank-
A Threadless Way
I pushed Mechanic feet-
To stop-or perish-or advance-
Alike indifferent.

If end I gained-
It ends beyond-
Indefinite disclosed-
I shut my eyes-
And groped as well
Twas lighter-to be blind-

-E.D.

11:46 am - Only Passing Through...

Ever feel like you wasted a vast amount of time on something you once had high hopes for and for one reason or other has transformed into an amorphous entity excruciatingly painful to even think about?

Welcome to Blancoville.

07:37 pm - I Love Life!

Here comes your bedtime story: Mum & Dad have sentenced you to life.
Don't think twice; it's the only reason I'm alive.
I feel alright as long as I don't forget to breathe.
Breathe in, breathe in, breathe out.
Look at all these buildings & houses
I love my life. I love my life.
Hey now, slow down a minute.
Take my arms & fill them full of life.
Don't think twice.
Does it ease the pain of being alive?
Or is it why - why you keep nodding out on me?
Breathe in, breathe in, breathe out.
Another day, another major disaster
I love my life. I love my life...

-Pulp

03:36 pm - Word to the wise...

Words are dangerous when they travel in packs.

05:07 pm - November

November
It only believes
In a pile of dead leaves
And a moon
That's the color of bone
No prayers for November
To linger longer
Stick your spoon in the wall
We'll slaughter them all
November has tied me
To an old dead tree
Get word to April
To rescue me
November's cold chain
Made of wet boots and rain
And shiny black ravens
On chimney smoke lanes
November seems odd
You're my firing squad
November

-Tom Waits

03:25 pm

grammar dimension? is this what a circle looks like from the

04:49 pm - Procrastination Interrupted

A couple of nights ago i received nearly in full a full-blown outline for a novel minutes before i drifted off to sleep. i leave it to the gods of memory as to how i remembered the damn thing the next morning. in short, it's a hardboiled detective story in every sense of the word ala hammet, chandler, and ellroy. i'm currently finishing the prologue - which i'm also expanding as a short story. oh, i can't wait to get to the surreal bits! yeah, it gets weird and into territory i may have to expunge in a further draft. i have several titles floating, Reality Sickness and Art Crime are two. And as for the title of the prologue/short story, well, that's Boiled Baby Blues...

05:15 pm - Alexander has a talk with Blanco

Blanco: Hey, I heard you were looking for me the other day.
Alexander: Yeah, buddy, got a little depressed. You know how these things go.
Blanco: God knows I do.
Alexander: So, do you know where I have been?
Blanco: Does it matter any?
Alexander: That's a bit troubling, isn't it?
Blanco: Not really. Don't you remember? You let me take care of us for a while. It was for the best...
Alexander: Oh? Like, um, a timeshare?
Blanco: Something like that.
Alexander: So, is your time up?
Blanco: That's up to you.
Alexander: Hmm...
Blanco: Hmm, indeed...

02:01 pm - Tell Ol' Blanco

When he comes home, that I need my sanity back for a spell...

06:19 pm - Lonesome Day Blues #2343

Was annoyed last night to the point where the truant Blanco Pout emerged in full glory. It might be time to cut and run from this crowd. Thought they had potential. Been wrong before. The old man said it best: funny how the things you have the hardest time parting with are the things you need the least. Train wrecks are easily avoided but I have always been attracted to the fire and tangled metal of collisions. Family puts things into perspective. Tomorrow there'll be a feast at Chez Blanco. I usually avoid these shindigs, but I think this one might do me some good.