Liver tastes like a meat flavored dish sponge

My memory has been reshapen over the last 5 days.  It has just been so busy!
Currently learning Japanese has continually promoted episodic depression swings
that like to make me feel as important one of those minty fresh urinal cakes.

Last week started with, a concert.  A great concert if i may add.  Whiskey was the brand of choice, but it turned into rum and then shooters filled with tequila and ginger ale.  What was strange about this concert is that it had only one vocalist.  And that tends to be normal except for the fact that this vocalist was the same one for about 6 bands.  What the hell?  how did she practice with all of them...and we agreed she was only needed for the last band in which she performed the best.  Instrumental bands are fine no?

So to perpetuate the story, i was again mistaken for a teenage boy -i shouldn't have shaved.  But we will see who is laughing in 20 years.  when i can pass off for being at least 21 (let's hope)

Day 2:

another concert. friend got wasted.  She tried to kiss a Japanese man. was rejected.  Didn't even know if he was a band member.  One band had really good instrumentals, but the vocalist sung like a creepy orphan girl and i grew uncomfortable, so i went up stairs to have a smoke.  But the music followed me on a big projector screen.  I was terrified.  Friend apparently blacked out when she got home and blamed it on me.  I blame it on Japanese men telling her to drink and downing huge amounts of straight whiskey in response.

Day 3:

Park, booze, cigarettes, friends (optional) = cheap night out!

Day 4:  Local bar.  Friend got yelled at for bringing a coke from outside and not ordering anything, had to stand outside and finish it.  Tried to ask for playing cards but stumbled his words and just ended up saying ありがとう (thank you) and other random gestures  "...el cardo, trumpo" sounded like spanglish with a dash of japanese ontop. Afterward he got yelled at again for throwing darts too hard.  the ultimate 外人 (foreigner)

Day 5:

What the fuck i had a long week, i want to take a break.  Another free concert tonight in Shibuya.  A band called Flip.  Was invited to go out afterward by these older Japanese guys that were die hard fans.  Ordered a water because i did not want to drink 5 nights in a row.  They ended up ordering wine and pouring a glass for me, then another...and another...then i ate a piece of liver which made a part of me die inside.  They kept running out of each wine we were getting so went from red, to white, to a pitcher... Found out across our room was the band that just preformed, drinking and celebrating with friends.  We said hello, and the two guys with us were passed cloud 9.  "Banzai!" they screamed with their arms thrown up in the air.  They kindly paid for the 181,000 yen bill....

Today:

I want to murder everything.

Swag not Sag

My television is always on top of the table.
don't you think they should switch positions sometimes?
Like let the TV sit behind the table. or UNDER?

maybe even side by side.

What a lovely spoon, that's what my cereal says every morning.
Slurp slurp slurp goes the milk down your drain.
that warm muscle lined drain.

Be weary of hamsters.
They bite they tear,
All your favorite underwear.

try to play tag with yourself and you wont get far.
but if you are really clevar. you might get really far.
and that would be a winner.

Just like the toll, that says pay up or die.
But if your already dead, where would you lie?
I'd do swimming laps in the river styx.
Breathe that murky blackness?
Isn't it made out of lost souls?
Maybe i'll find my hamster that my dog ate so long ago.

The only rememberance is hair in his poop.
How sad, my dear hamster turned to hairy poop.

strange times of my life,

well, we have a startling. discovery.
my friend. abe o'donachey. has fallen.
he. will be remembered. oh yea.
let's have sex on the beach to commemorate.
yes, ill hump every living in sight.
go without flight.
a wingless beast having intercourse.
but gentle hearts give me morsel.
enough to live, spread my legs out wide.
and c'mon guys, gander whats inside.
my belly button it looks like an orange.
sliced in half 50-50.
i know its strange, but give me time
to start my kangaroo farm.
here in the states, where deer run rapid.
ill make rabid kangaroo's to feast on their
overpopulation.
our population is too big, live a little less.
next time your feeling down, just jump from your nest.
with your wingless wings, you will try to flap when you
have second thoughts.
but it is too late, as the ground welcomes you.

food for thought?

PALPITATIONS~
hooray!
bump bump goes that overbearing heart beat.
god are you gunna die?
FUCK FUCK
we gotta do everything we can before your heart decides to turn
into rancid onions.

(by the way, i can't eat onions. They make me gag)

Fresh flowers, you need flowers, in every orifice of your body.
You gotta turn yourself into that bouquet of beautiful MAN flowers,
or women flowers. But i like to think they are flowers already. MAN FLOWERS ALL THE WAY.

Inhale every thing that you were afraid to because it would shorten your life.
asbestos is at the top of the list, go to that old abandoned factory you live next door to and rip lines from the deteriorating walls. I want that nose of yours to BE the vacuum of the cleaning lady that doesn't speak English very well aka. the nicest person in the world.

Once you feel like you are dying, it will make dying easier, and you will have no hope. Because you know there is no chance because you have 50000 different things that cause cancer in your body by now.

die having fun, make your body hate you and turn to NOODLES before your very eyes.
You will be such a noodley mess when you hit your grave. They will strain your blood in an extra large colander and spread your sauce to all the little Italys in the world.

mmm, im hungry. are you?