my friend kamal attends a naan-denominational church

[Moetown]

Sara's nephew is trying to get it together to go to China to study Shaolin.

[matthew]

Everything is a matter of perspective.

I don't what the story is (so I can't judge whether it fits or not). Does it fit? Or is it just clever? Do you like it? Is it the best title for the piece in your eyes? That's what I try to do.


I do like it myself. But you asking about it sounds like you might not.  

[Poop Fresh-Herbed Pickles]

Will the song have words?  Will it be about my thing or another thing?

It won't be about diddly, seeing as we're instrumental outfit. It'll be improv. If you have a synopsis we could interpret it and ruin it for you.

Okay.

He plays the game like a chess wizard.  He's kind of dumpy and unathletic, but his intellect and willpower and bad manners makes him one of the greatest players in the world.

The movie takes place in the '70s so everyone has old-school squash rackets and outfits.

Well, there's a lot more to it.  He lives in a glass house so everyone can watch him.  He's really eccentric.  He's a wizard of finance.  Everyone in the movie has their own unique cocktail that they're always drinking.  Everyone is always drinking...just like at a country club!

There's more to it.  It's sort of based on a real person.  Somebody'll figure it out.

Can I write the lyrics even if you don't sing them?

[Poop Fresh-Herbed Pickles]

Also, Matt, you want to look on the back of the spider for any weird marks.  Any kind of bright colored patterns mean it's poisonous.  Otherwise, you should be fine.

[Poop Fresh-Herbed Pickles]

I do like it myself. But you asking about it sounds like you might not.  

I'm doubting myself a little bit.  I just wanted some other people's ideas.

It's kind of a goofy title, but it's also a goofy story.

Also the title is derivative, which worries me.

[Poop Fresh-Herbed Pickles]

But your approval of it means a lot to me.

[matthew]

I know all about the bright colored warning stuff...If I saw color I'd be overcome with the vapors in twinkling.

I am almost 100% that it's a wolf spider. it's too big to be a brown recluse (phew) and, like I said, they've been much more common out here in last 5 or 6 years (I know of about six instances of people finding them in their pools. this would be the third one on our property in the last few years...my mother found what she said was a wolf spider in our ex-pool (which I never saw-the spider, not the pool), the one I saw today and oh...the one my sister killed in the computer room two years ago.


Did I mention that 'the computer room' is the room right outside where is saw the mofo today?

Did I mention that since I moved back in that 'the computer room' is now my room?

Where I sleep...

[Poop Fresh-Herbed Pickles]

You are the computer.

The computer is you.

[matthew]

You can write lyrics...the question is, would you let me read them?

I've never been able to write lyrics.

I wrote one once, "Black Bear On Venus", which was pretty...well, silly...but a good unpretentious silly...innocent and all about existence and how it scares me.  

That's kinda what I like about your title and your writing in general (well, you know, on the board)..it seems unpretentious and innocent.

Oh, I know sometimes it's fun to be clever for cleverness' sake but...as long as you come back down.

Never believe anything anyone writes about you

Um...I don't know why a tagged that on but...my head is foggier than all get out. It must be this sober state. I've always seen that as what kills great art...believing you own hype...very dangerous. Never be finished on your own terms-let death finish you off and then they can write those meaningless epitaphs. Let life be your epitaph.

Okay, that was fun...snowballing like that into...what sounds like bullshit. Why is it fun? I have no IDEA.  

[matthew]

You are the computer.

The computer is you.

that is our quandary, isn't it?

I always think about...well, you're not a person-you are words.

KURT IS WORDS ON A SCREEN

(not just you)

[matthew]

back two posts the "Black Bear On Venus" one (by the way, the actual title was "Black Bear On Mars"...)...

anyway, I write a lot of notes...constantly scribbling and I've been doing it for so long that...I can understand how people go mad or are seen as mad when the accumulate stacks of notebocks and tiny print and all these ideas but no real output. If people riffled through those pages they'd find a lot of good, and even 'greatness'...numerous tiny successes instead of one or two big ones.

Well, I guess in many cases there could just be oodles of shit.  

[Poop Fresh-Herbed Pickles]

Leaves lie flat on the ground decomposing, but this decomposition is not destruction.

L-E-A-V-E-S is not leaves, but this composition is not destruction either.

[Poop Fresh-Herbed Pickles]

I've never been able to write lyrics.

I didn't say mine would be any good either.

That's kinda what I like about your title and your writing in general (well, you know, on the board)..it seems unpretentious and innocent.

Gee, Matt, thanks.  That's a real nice thing to say.

I enjoy your writing too.

[Poop Fresh-Herbed Pickles]

I've been stuck with myself for a good while now and I decided a while ago that I'm a good editor and a crappy writer, so it takes me several drafts to make any of my stuff worth anything.

[Poop Fresh-Herbed Pickles]

That has to with what you're talking about because maybe you need to find yourself a good editor.  A lot of famous writers would be lost without their editors.

Maybe s/he could turn you into a veritable genius with a capital GZA.