Delusions in 7/8

"My men can eat their belts, but my tanks need gas."

I have spent the morning/afternoon eating bad pre-packaged sushi and flipping between Military Channel shows on WWII and VH1's Most Shocking Moments of Lindsay Lohan. I feel this duo sums something up about humanity/reality/commodity but cannot find the exact way to express the idea, or even give it concrete shape.

We are returning to the studio this weekend, and to be honest, I'm not sure we're ready. Various scheduling conflicts have limited our rehearsal time to far less than I'd like, and I'm feeling terrible and un-motivated, locked once again in a bleak fog.

Songs in consideration for the weekend include Light Makes Shadows, Your Blood On My Hands, Streets Keep Quiet and Never Let Me Go. Ok, so we've still not solved the middle-eight riddle of Streets though I have a new idea that I think might work, and we haven't played Never Let Me Go in ages and is it maybe too similar-but-less-interesting than Your Blood?......but the lyrics I really like and feel fit the record's themes really well and do we have enough time to even work this all out and we're playing Sat night and i'm DJing afterward but i have to work at 8AM and then go back into the studio and i'm runnin out of pills and drinking too much and either sleeping forever or not sleeping at all and is there any reason not to just say fuck it fuck it fuck it?

i don't know. you tell me.

i think the sushi was bad. i feel ill.

or maybe its the show about seriall killers. they're rating "who is the most evil." are you kidding?

it occurs to me that the serial killer may be, rather than a deviant, the exact fulfillment of our cultural id, inseparable from whatever identity our culture may have.

art or terror: this is the choice.

i'm still on the fence.

posted by Khmer Rouge @ 2:51 PM