City Of Saints and Madmen is a fucking great book. That thing had us hooked like lab monkeys wearing pleasure center wire jockeys.
That typewriter totally made me want to track down that fucking album that every elementary school kid has been forced to listen to where the woman typed in rythmn with the orchestra, except I can't remember the name of the damn thing, and so in frustration I would have to say blow the thing apart like Burroughs with a shotgun.
Especially since one time when I was still a wee little bastard, we found one like that along with a jews harp in this abandoned barn during a burly cold snap with a wind chill factor so cold that when you spit it turned to ice before hitting the ground. I tried playing the jews harp which went well at first, until I became over exuberant and twanged the living hell out of it which caused my lower lip to wrap around the damn spring. Needless to say it hurt like a motherfucker and I was screaming with blood gushing like a stuck pig and my head was spasming out like those freaky bastards in Jacobs Ladder arcing blood all over the place to make little hissing noises in the snow as it fell.
This is what the old timers refer to as 'good times' not to be confused with Early Times, which has sponsored this post.
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Date: 2006-04-08 04:08 am (UTC)That typewriter totally made me want to track down that fucking album that every elementary school kid has been forced to listen to where the woman typed in rythmn with the orchestra, except I can't remember the name of the damn thing, and so in frustration I would have to say blow the thing apart like Burroughs with a shotgun.
Especially since one time when I was still a wee little bastard, we found one like that along with a jews harp in this abandoned barn during a burly cold snap with a wind chill factor so cold that when you spit it turned to ice before hitting the ground. I tried playing the jews harp which went well at first, until I became over exuberant and twanged the living hell out of it which caused my lower lip to wrap around the damn spring. Needless to say it hurt like a motherfucker and I was screaming with blood gushing like a stuck pig and my head was spasming out like those freaky bastards in Jacobs Ladder arcing blood all over the place to make little hissing noises in the snow as it fell.
This is what the old timers refer to as 'good times' not to be confused with Early Times, which has sponsored this post.