Mountain Bell

Only Children

Greens
Browns
Jokes
Fresh fish
Cheesy motherfuckers
Impressions of breasts
Mamet's planet
Whatever works
Beef jerky
Rhythm of life
Rhythm of the night
Catholic guilt
Jewish guilt
Messiah comlex
Military industrial complex
Strange love
Braveheart
Young hearts run free
Fire works
Beef jerky
South park
Well jokes
Smokes
X box
Cocks
Polanski
And it ends at the shore

Yeah, I loved her bones

Bones are weak
But touch has a memory
Be free
Walk tall

What matters most is how well you walk through the ocean

Clear

Horse

An Early Disappointment part 2

I wrote to my opposing half, who also happens to be a cunt, this transcript of my most recent exchange with V, a sad and inconsequential girl i had got to know whilst surfing that shockwave of nonchalant "why the fuck notness" that comes in the aftermath of a traumatic blast you have just managed to survive, but will still have to inevitably succumb too, until.... (A wave is after all only a succession of peaks and troughs, the ride only really stops till you get washed up, then only then do you check if you're really hurt )

"This girl V who is depressed and insecure and takes Prozac, who i've had the casual thing with, texts me after i get back from France after i say i would like to see her on Thursday for maybe a jazz dinner:

(the following text conversation plays out over 1hour 30 minutes)

V:"i dont know. i didnt see you since 1 week and you dont plan to see me until the end of the week?!? there is no passion between us. its too flat for me"

(alone in a hotel bar having a beer, providing the only audience to the house pianist)

C:"yes i suppose youre right. i dont need passion that much and i know you do. We're too different in that case"

V: "Fine"

(now i'm alone on a park bench in hyde park smoking a fag and watching the sun go down)

C:"Well hang on. I can still see you. Just that im a guy who appreciates and needs a level of solitude. I know as well that you always need someone to be there. I dont think i can provide that, to you or anyone else right now. I dont expect you to understand that. I hardly understand it myself"

V:"where are you now"

(now in my car)

C:"in a car on my way home"

(on further reflection, a slight stirring in my loins)

C:"Come round tonight. I would like that"

V:"what is your address?"

So she came round and we had sex.

Unsatisfying sex with No Country For Old Men playing on my big screen."

To which the half cunt replied:

"How fucking great is that film? Only people like us understand its 100% perfect. Again, there's not that many of us."

And he was absolutely right. It is a great film

An Early Disappointment

I sent this cunt a tune i had made, i had spent a long time making it (at least a few hours). In making this tune I had lost all touch with reality, of aesthetic principles, even of morality itself, as is the case with any true and worthwhile artisitic enterprise. So i really thought i was onto something. I wanted the cunt to let me know what he thought, and of course he didn't let me down, he said:

"can't listen to it now as i'm still virused out of download land. you know the comedian bill bailey did something like this, right?"

And i knew straight away the tune i had made was shit.

Of course I had known it all along.

I just needed someone to tell me.