So the world is ending tomorrow...

This seems to be even mote significant then all those other times in which the world was coming to an end. Even more so then ever am I not really giving a damn. You're going to have your whack doom sayers and all those morons who actually enjoy feeding into the hysteria. Beyond your usual suspects fucking it up for the rest of us, its just another winter season change. Same as before. Chill the fuck out. Give it no rhyme or reason. It's not funny, or entertaining. If you need to join a suicide cult, just do it. Someplace else. Thank you. If I am wrong, however, I still won't apologize. We'll all be dead. So this morning, I had sex with my ex girlfriend. She came over unannounced, to make some sort of point. Now, if that point was how I enjoy the company of her vagina, then case fucking closed. But guess what? I'm still a jerk, apparently. What's a four letter word that rhymes with ring? Yeah buddy, lean into the blow. I will return with some reviews. Fuck Steve Albini. Not a foreshadowing. (at least not on my part) Maybe I am a jerk. Also, fuck html.

Remember what it used to be like?

When all we did was eat and fuck?

 

Merry Christmas.

Big Mike.

Inside

I always thought my mind was the epitome of what a good person experiences when he has the darkness of the middle of the universe with no galaxies to keep him company. I was wrong. I knew that person. I dated that person. Such a beautiful human being in so many ways. But I now know whats its like to be repelled from a person for such reasons. It makes me ponder. Ponder because how much have I experienced that happening to me? A lot. And if someone like me can't handle such torment in someones soul, and such erratic behavior, such substance abuse and lack of ultimate goals...

What a place she must be in. I'm sorry I couldn't take it. Maybe I'm an idiot to not want to involve myself in free drugs, booze, and orgies to numb away my bitter heart.

Or maybe I want to live into my 30s.

Just do me a favor, sweetheart.

Try to let the world end on its own. You don't need to help it.

















But thanks for the breakup sex, even though I'll be late for work now.

Digits

One day Mr. Black woke up and could no longer make proper sense of certain things. All over, he saw images. He saw items, creatures and things. Well, that was not an issue whatsoever. The issue, was, that he no longer understood the markings that in a communicative way, explained all that he saw. When he saw those markings, they were foreign. They were odd. They were evil. Such vile things, yet they were everywhere. On everything. They all had to go. And so go they did.

Fire...fire will purge the written word and calculative number, until only illuminated shapes and differing sounds exist to explain to the world all that there was.

Mr. Black was angry because the day he woke up, was the day he abruptly decided to make what such fickle minds ponder in the  conscienceless, which he did not want to act on, but did. He became a bitter man, despite doing what he did to benefit the mentally malnutritioned world. It would make their lives, well...future lives so much easier.

A thousand generations later, a young child told another young child that he heard of an idea where multiple little shapes could mean all sorts of things, and were used in a way to communicate, and all were memorized so that communication could happen without speaking or visual movement. This idea was alien. This idea was not believed. This idea was stupid. What plebeian mind concocted such nonsense?

A new place to gander

http://averrycrappyrepertoire.blogspot.com/

enjoy the new musings. They are the start of something fantastic. A practice run on a minor scale, if you will.

~Xavier R.

Why breakFAST in the morning? I'd rather breakSLOW....Playlist 5.12.2012

The revival came about slower than expected. Flood waters wash away the evil...and expensive bass guitars. Why is god out to get me? I'll tell you why...internet blog. Seldom updated internet blog. We all pretend to apologize, from the bottom of our pretend hearts.








R.I.P. recently dead celebrities. I pity your rich corpses and your rich heirs.

~Xavier R.

A lot of people like the Lakers....Playlist 4.7.2012

Until I moved into a home that was deeply and emotionally invested in sports, more so basketball, more so the Lakers, I did not realize how beautiful and intricate sports were. So much involved in creating the genius that lets certain people be professionals over others. An aspect of higher understand I am beginning to give credence to. Well done, world. I have come to respect and cherish something other than what I already knew. I still want OKC to take it all. Use to be the Sonics. Go Seattle!

I wanted to tell you something, world. (Mostly Malaysia.) I think I'm in love, with something or some one.

Oh, and so me and Brandon are going to be working on a new site...its gonna be sweet. Yeah yeah, the song these songs are how I feel right now. Take that in the worst way possible.

Oh, while I was choosing songs to put up for the four of you, I came across something that reminded me of the whole white savior inferior everything else that thing that still remotely plagues this country. Doesn't matter what *cough* white musician that is "super down" with social reform in this country blah blah blah *cough* cause me to think on this. But here is a thought. Since we are ALL human beings, lets just build spaceships and shit, and go find some aliens, and either befriend them, or conquer them. I mean for crying out loud, this racism/sexism thing is getting boring. Lets meet some green people.

But yeah, the songs...In my new mood...







How does it feel?

~Xavier R.

Want to stop dying? Stop doing things that kill you...Playlist 4-3-2012

I've been seeing a lot of ads on t.v. about suing people because other people get sick from over usage. O.k., so  tobacco is one thing. Just make the shit illegal. But acetaminophen? Maybe your dumb ass shouldn't take 1000mgs of the shit 6 times a day, everyday, for any reason, for years straight. Maybe I should make a class action lawsuit, for your punk ass taking away from ad space that could be for junk food or sex hot lines. Anyways though...







Have a/an *adjective* day.

~Xavier R.

Yeah, it's been a minute...

It's been awhile since I have attempted to go on and on about a bunch of whatever on this website. I remember the good ol days, when I would get drunk, make sex jokes, post songs or retarded pictures, and randomly spout musings on upper echelon artsy crap. Ah, the feeling of having hundreds and hundreds of visitors from all over the world every day yet having very few comments or followers. Thank you, ego. Thank you a great deal.

Hey, so now I'm an account manager for a marketing company. That's a super fancy way of saying that I sell stuff. One thing I've learned from being the sort of guy that can convince people of things without lying, is that essentially everything we ever do is selling something, someone, or ourselves, to or for something, someone, or ourselves. Blowing your mind yet? Just think about what you do in life. It's a simple realization. I will now declare it for you; your mind has been blown. 

A quick topic change without foreshadowing or however you say it or whatever. When you do things with your life that require a lot of mental faculty, you find yourself "enjoying" a lot of alcohol. Just saying. Oh, here it goes again. You know. The little man with all the typical looking thrills. The big man who hates him so. The medium man who has a large will. The orgy of poetry that ensues. The fat rich white guy who eats the African children when the cameras are off. Blah blah blah philosophical blah blah. Welcome back. We havn't missed you.

Maybe I should hire a psychic. And ask them if they knew I was going to ask for one.

~Xavier R.

p.s. I didn't quite forget