Southern-Fried Pickle Chips
- Satanicpornocultshop – “Pinky”
- The Heavy – “Girl”
- Ben Folds – “Bitches Ain’t Shit”
- Operation Ivy – “Unity”
- Air – “Run”
- OutKast – “Da Art of Storytellin’ (Part 1)”
- Chemical Brothers – “Elektrobank”
- The Avalanches – “Since I Left You”
- Jack Black – “Monster’s Learnéd Flock”
- Le Fifi Bastard – “If I Could Be With You”
- Kittie – “Brackish”
- Sepultura – “Slaves of Pain”
- Julee Cruise – “Falling”
- Arthur H & Feist – “La Chanson de Satie”
- Placebo – “Every You Every Me”
- Rhea’s Obsession – “Cicely”
- Beck – “Diamond Bollocks”
- Refused – “Refused Are Fucking Dead”
- The Seatbelts – “Tank!”
- DJ Shadow – “One Night in Bangkok” (excerpt)
- The D.O.C. – “It’s Funky Enough”
- Delia Derbyshire – “Doctor Who Theme Song”
Total Time – 1 hour, 19 minutes
Van Gogh – “Girl in White in the Woods” (1882)
Van Gogh – “Woman Miners Carrying Coal” (1882)
This Demon-Haunted World
We do have our demons. Our own thoughts are demons, and this world is crawling with them.
I’m putting together a Figurative Apocalypse posse. My friend Deb is in there, because she has a strong ability to laugh in the face of fear. My sister is there, too, because she can pray the demons into submission. I get to be in there, too, out of respect, because I suck demons out of the air, right on to me, as if I were magnetic … and can still (sort of) stand up. That’s got to be an ability.
Sometimes it’s easy to get the demons off you. You can just put a mean face on, and refuse to think badly of things. Other people will try to pawn theirs off, but it doesn’t matter. They can only do it if you let them.
I’m Going to Put All My Music On Cassette, Go Back in Time to the 80s, and Freak Out My School
I mean, when that becomes possible.
“Ain’t Nothin’ Wrong With Another Unity Song”
There’s a war going down between my brothers tonight
I don’t want no war going down, going down tonight
Stop this war
Civilization ha I call it as I see it
I call it bullshit you know I still cannot believe it
Our evolution now has gone the way of hate
A world evolved resolved into this stupid fate
Stop this war
All so different yeah I say we’re all the same
All caught you know in the division game
Self-destruction fast impending like a bullet
No one can stop it once it’s fired no one can control it
Stop this war
A final word, wait it’s not a call to action
We ain’t no sect, no this ain’t no fucking faction
Unity unity unity you’ve heard it all before
This time it’s not exclusive we want to stop a war
Stop this war
Ain’t nothin’ wrong, with another unity song
Ain’t nothin’ wrong
With a unity song!
Stop this war
Unity as one stand together
Unity evolution’s gonna come
I Just Tasted Suffering
Eating a Big Mac. The fries … awesome. Thoughts of the rustic prairies. The windswept Irish landscape. The apple pie … fascinating. Thoughts of track and field athletes, drinking Gatorade and eating McDonald’s apple pies, turning to the camera and giving a thumbs up, with a cartoon twinkle in one tooth and one eye.
That Big Mac almost made me throw up, though. In fact, I still may throw up, as the taste of it has not left my mouth. The sauce, made from unfertilized chicken’s eggs, from industrially-processed cow’s milk. The patties, made from industrially-processed cow muscle. Slobbering all that death, in a big salivated wad. Fuck that shit. That is disgusting.
I Understand What It Means To Be Haunted
Phantoms are pieces of ourselves … detached hate. It’s like swallowing a nail. It just circulates through you, tearing up everything inside.
It doesn’t matter what the phantoms say, because they aren’t real. They’re just your own thoughts. Our thoughts shouldn’t hurt us.
No matter what the reality of something is, it’s all about how you deal with it. The pain of it comes from within.
