Thursday, January 06, 2011

Time Out Of The Season



Don't stop the car, she said.
 
C'mon sis, your older bro just needs a bargain on a backpack.

Briefcases and valises are unbecoming of a man who needs both his hands.
 
I've got skateshop cheese, but I also need expensive cheese cheese.
 
And get so fucked up that all I can eat is melted cheese cheese.
 
Quoth the big Sis: "I have too many Ex-Boyfriends who work at Mountain Equipment Co-Op"  
 
We were in Victory City, BC

She makes a mean granola.
 
How do you make a Granola mean?
 
Club a seal.
 
They don't play enough Seal in the club:
 

 
Back to our regularly scheduled granolagram...

Hippie steez is alive and tweeting in the west.

(yeah, sing into the microphone...this is so much easier than guitar....)

 
"Home" by Ed Sharp and his band of of zeros, without that twee rambling love story/arborism bail
 
On public transit, cans on, you cast Zooey Dechanel, or lil Juno in the lead.
 
The people on bikes ripped past your tram.
 
They don't give a shit beyond the street.
 
Queen street in particular
 
Queens everywhere.
 
Pints of glitter in bars named like garages.
 
Padise Lost fell off in the last season.
 
Kids that didn't want to put in the work to get Modest Mouse were quick to hop over and pogo for Justice.
 
The Winter of our Nu-disco tent.


 
Winter Wheat, held close.

"What Wu Tang manual doesn't come in video game form?"

Let me get that Gucci Maine and Wacka Flocka Flame.
 
Seem safe and legit...
 
Sounds tight.
 
Like my pants.
 
Ouch!
 
Don't get your underoos in a knot, Macauley.
 
But those dudes picked names that rhyme with everything, depending how you mispronounce it.

Game, lame, blame, shame, plain...plane...

It's winter time and we're staying sylvan. We gotta get out of this place, if it's the last thing we ever do.

Girl, there's a better life for me and -

Coo-roo-coo-coo-coo-coo-roo-coo-kook



We stay animals.

Find a forest if you can.

Starts with trees.

Taste the reign.

"Our thesis is mimesis/being like the trees is"

"Seeing the seams in the seeming jesus"

Beards, robes, passing on the kool-aid

Pull me another Kool out the pack.

I never did get that backpack.