Author: Corbid Ravenous

When my kids are here it’s too loud and chaotic to clean, but when they’re gone I’m too lonely and depressed to do anything useful and I end up avoiding my responsibilities and trying to rope people into talking on the phone with me instead of working. Fuck it, I’m going to drink a couple of Fat Tires and go to bed way too early like a big loser and hope that the motivation faery visits me in the night…

The latest Corbidful mix CD consists of the following:

“Lisa Says” – The Velvet Underground
“Dirty Old Town” – The Pogues
“House On Fire” – Boomtown Rats
“Cupid’s Got A Brand New Gun” – Michael Penn
“Speak My Language” – The Cure
“Oh Me” – Nirvana (Meat Puppets Cover)
“Unwashed and Somewhat Slightly Dazed” – Bowie
“Hey Jack Kerouac” – 10,000 Maniacs
“Father Lucifer” – Tori Amos
“Julie Anne” – Ben Folds Five
“Elephant’s Graveyard” – Boomtown Rats
“Spare Ass Annie” William S Burroughs w/ Kurt Cobain

Dreamt I was on trial for crimes of being human in a soulless world.

(detritus)(poetica)(myth)(opinion)(divination)

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With some of the best lyrics that I have heard in ages…

Holding Your Hand

I’m gonna haunt you

I’m gonna haunt you

Through the playgrounds

Through the fires

You’ll be saluting at the stars

And I’ll be holding your hand

I’m gonna haunt you

I’m gonna haunt you

Out on the other side of luck

Where every business deal is struck

I’ll be holding your hand

Yeah Yeah

I’ll be holding your hand

I’m gonna haunt you

I’m gonna haunt you

In your ashes and your smoke

Like the punch line to a joke

I’ll be holding your hand

I’m gonna haunt you

I’m gonna haunt you

On every knife edge

Every trip

And on every needle tip

I’ll be holding your hand

Yeah yeah

I’ll be holding your hand

So I met a guy at a party the other night and, not that I’m back in the dating

pool or anything yet, god forbid, but still I’m not dead. Anyway this guy

was cute and witty and interesting and just had sort of a general attractive

vibe to him, right? Had read the Sandman series, knew cool historical trivia, gave a fucking excellent neck massage if I do say so myself.Don’t know what it was, I just really was intrigued. So

we converse a bit.Turns out he’s in his early forties, lives in relative

poverty and admittedly has a depressive disorder. I didn’t ask if he was

Irish. If he’s Irish then that makes it official: I have a type: depressive

low income Irish American men in their early forties. I am predictable as

the tides. It’s fucking tragic. And also it’s a shame because I’m totally and unfairly ignoring the whole White Male Geek aged twenty five to thirty five crowd to whom I am apparently most desirable.

The words “I love you” are supposed to be a spontaneous and fleeting declaration yet somehow in today’s society they have evolved into a question or a command or a tool with which to bully.

Sometimes thwy just mean what they mean in that second and that context for just that moment and it sucks that the big bad world has to go and suck the sweetness out of all tha just liek every other thing…

Apparently I can taunt the cable modem into letting me online. I got halfway through setting up a dialup connection and viola, back in business. For now anyway.

I’m not dead, I swear.
But I’ve been offline at home now for 6 days and counting (minus about five minutes on Saturday.)
And I’m not supposed to be posting from work, so.
See ya when I see ya?
Thank you for your patience.

The Corbidful One.

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