I woke up…in someone else’s sweat

Stretch and yawn

I woke up in the middle of the night sweating. I was in this video. It was hairy. I was made of clay. What would Freud say about that, ha? Nuthin much I suppose. Stupid dead guy.

the greatest song of all time, says small monkey under pressure

Maybe Stretch is sober.

It’ll do. Will Oldham has always been a part of this leetul monkey’s life, and thees is the song that started it for me. It’s weird the debt of gratitude I owe Donal Dineen (intense haircutouandkeep) for his work on No Disco back in the whenever. No offence to Uaneen Fitzsimmons or that Leagues prick, but the show lost its vibe when the Dineen left. It was a time when indie wasn’t as sponsored by mobile phone networks as it is now. A time when you could go to a gig and not be told what alcoholic product you could imbibe.

A time when I didn’t have to see that fucking Vampire Weekend album cover everywhere. I just can’t get away from it. I guess I’m just being a windbag now. Maybe I’ll cook up some grits and sit out on the stoop and spit on my dog.

Help, I need stimulation and the small missing piece of my peculiar personal puzzle!

This doesn’t make a whole lot of sense, even to me.