the misadventures of las mamacitas

   
             
             
       
   
             
             
 

the misadventures of las mamacitas

 
             

   
 
 

Saturday, May 05, 2007

 



Wednesday, October 04, 2006

 
this is the end....

yes jim morrison you are correct. la mamacita loca has left for greener pastures. the grass here grows strawlike and chokes us. however, she shall miss her beloved robot and his purple wenis dearly.
there is more to tell but i'll secret it away for now, a squirrel storing up for winter.

love to all my mamacitas, wherever it is you now roam.


Sunday, September 17, 2006

 
i'm feeling more barfy than usual just now.
waiting for the moment the doubleday hangover will be devoured by a delicious grilled cheese. tomorrow we are playing the showbox and i am buying my own car insurance. what is this life i am leading? i've no idea.
ready for a new plane of existence. tired of this one. it is time for something far more fruitful and confusing and cabin pressured. this dream will shoot up like a rocket junky, straight into space, fast as light, with no care for consequences. it will be interesting to see how it all pans out, if the passengers can keep it together. if any of them will faint upon reaching the atmosphere.
bring it on gc, for i am starving


Thursday, September 07, 2006

 
foot hurts, my house is trying to murder it slowly day by day. first it was a giant carpet scratch, then a carpet stab and now a puncture wound from a fragment of glass through the sock!! the glass is most likely still lodged in the ball of my foot as it hurts a lot warren.
i'm not comprehending much lately except for the fact that impasto lettering makes me really nervous. this is my new favorite song i decided just today...

(golden hours- eno)
The passage of time is flicking dimly upon the screen;
I can't see the lines I used to think I could read between.
Perhaps my brains have turned to sand.

Oh me oh my, I think it's been an eternity.
You'd be surprised at my degree of uncertainty.
How can moments go so slow?

Several times I've seen the evening slide away.
Watching the signs taking over from the fading day.
Perhaps my brains are old and scrambled ...

Several times I've seen the evening slide away.
Watching the signs taking over from the fading day.
Changing water into wine...

Several times I've seen the evening slide away.
Watching the signs taking over from the fading day.
Putting grapes back on the vine...

[Sung simultaneously to last two verses]
Who could believe what a poor set of eyes can show you?
Who would believe what an innocent voice could do?
Never a silence, always a face at the door

Who would believe what a poor set of ears can tell you?
Who would believe what a weak pair of hands can do?
Never a silence, always a foot in the door.

---though last week gutted me from nose to navel, it's all happening,.,,,
life, this is my life.


Wednesday, August 16, 2006

 
oh fucka fucka.
i need to stop being so skilled at stalking people on myspace, it will run me into trouble one of these days, or perhaps it already has??
am drunk. want to play a show, want to play in general.
dear jesus, may we have band practice again already? seriously, AMEN.
dear austin, i love you for being so cheap at cd making!! AMEN A-GAIN. what a town!
excuse me now, while i read about karma in past lives and summarily, pass OUT,


Thursday, August 03, 2006

 
for some reason i find this EXTREMLY humourous...

Dog Destroys Elvis' Teddy Bear at Museum
AP
LONDON (Aug. 2) - A guard dog has ripped apart a collection of rare teddy bears, including one once owned by Elvis Presley , during a rampage at a children's museum.
"He just went berserk," said Daniel Medley, general manager of the Wookey Hole Caves near Wells, England, where hundreds of bears were chewed up Tuesday night by the 6-year-old Doberman pinscher named Barney.


Barney ripped the head off a brown stuffed bear once owned by the young Presley during the attack, leaving fluffy stuffing and bits of bears' limbs and heads on the museum floor. The bear, named Mabel, was made in 1909 by the German manufacturer Steiff.


The collection, valued at more than $900,000, included a red bear made by Farnell in 1910 and a Bobby Bruin made by Merrythought in 1936.


The bear with Elvis connections was owned by English aristocrat Benjamin Slade, who bought it at an Elvis memorabilia auction in Memphis, Tenn., and had loaned it to the museum.


"I've spoken to the bear's owner and he is not very pleased at all," Medley said.


A security guard at the museum, Greg West, said he spent several minutes chasing Barney before wrestling the dog to the ground.

THIS IS WHY WE DON'T HAVE NICE THINGS!! HAHAHASHFAJHGVJHA


Sunday, July 23, 2006

 
the air is so thin and hot i can't breathe. this may attribute to why i've been drinking carlo all night by myself.it is too hot to liveeee!!! i shall now remove myself to the couch downstairs.
 

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