aloysius's journals

So my band played a gig the other night. It was close to home and it was amazing. My little brother booked the show. We had Banner Pilot and Off With Their Heads here on tour, Gentleman Prefer Blood came up from L.A. and Turkish Techno (the finest dudes out of Riverside) came up as well.  We had blast...No pun intended for the next part of my story. So after it was all said and done and the cops came and said "NO MORE LOUD MUSIC!" We hung out a bit in front of the venue, said our goodbyes and headed home. I had a bunch of company waiting for me at home, but I was the last one to leave the place and I was alone because I carried most of the gear. So here  I was driving downhill towards home and came to a complete stop at an intersection only 3 blocks away from my house. My neighborhood is really quiet and all of a sudden I heard a loud pop. I thought I had hit something, I heard the second pop and then I felt something hit the car because I had my arm out the window. I was convinced I was being paintballed. I stuck my head out, yelled some profanities and hurried home to wash off the paint I believed was on my car. So I pull up the driveway in a hurry, jump out yelling, and make way towards the garage to get a towel. My roommates brother is outside and asks what I'm yelling about. I tell him I had just been shot with a paintball. He asks where and goes over to my car takes a look and starts screaming at me to come back because, "THERE'S A BIG FUCKING BULLET-HOLE!" in the side of my car. So yeah, I got shot at randomly by some cowardly psychotic with no regard for life or property. Fuck people I swear. My roommate is preggers and there's psychos running around shooting at innocent people on our street. I swear I'm gonna buy a gun for protection. There are waaaaay to many scary, evil people running amuck these days. I'm lucky to not be hurt. I could have been killed. My poor little car looks all ghettofied. The hole is right under my blue LA (Dodgers) sticker. Fitting?
:(

I am so excited. I love this!!!

 

 

So we got Manny Ramirez from the Red Sox today...hell yes. See ya at the game tomorrow night.

foundations

once solid,

useless now.

lost to words

stronger than mortar

from hearts blackened and bitter

too much whiskey with bestest friend.

I am so excited to leave for San Diego in about 20 minutes. I will be staying at my lovely friend April's and going to Comic-Con for a couple days and spending the rest of the time with April and my best friend Jenn who is flying down from Seattle to see me/us. I'm gonna geek out by day and possibly drink my face off by night. Wish me luck!!! I will probably have to miss out on GG's for a few days so much love and have an amazing weekend everybody. Oh and if anybody is going to be at Con please send me a message and maybe I will buy you drinks or coffee or a comic book. :)
xo
-Frankie

sometimes you're alone

liqour snakes
writhing through your veins

and you stare at the fucking walls
waiting for anything to happen

of course nothing does

you sing songs that fit your sorry mood

you think of what you haven't done or didn't do

you wonder why you didn't write that song yourself

then you even laugh
even when you tell yourself you don't want to

and the snakes keep crawling
and crawling

sometimes you're alone

to Jane Cooney Baker, died 1-22-62


and so you have gone
leaving me here
in a room with a torn shade
and Siegfried's Idyll playing on a small red radio.

and you left so quickly
as suddenly as you had arrived
and as I wiped your face and lips
you opened the largest eyes I have yet to see
and said, "I might have known
it would be you,"
and you did recognize me
but not for long
and an old man of white thin legs
in the next bed
said, "I don't want to die,"
and your blood came again
and I held it in the pail of my hands,
all that was left
of the nights, and the days too,
and the old man was still alive
but you were not
we are not.

and you went as you arrived,
you left me quickly,
you had left me so many times before
when I thought it would destroy me
but it did not
and you always returned.

now I have turned off the red radio
and somebody in the next apartment slams a door.

the indictment is final: I will not find you on the street
nor will the phone ring, and each moment will not
let me be in peace.

it is not enough that there are many deaths
and that this is not the first;

it is not enough that I may live many more days,
even perhaps, more years.

it is not enough.

the phone is like a dead animal that will
not speak.
and when it speaks again it will
always be the wrong voice now.

I have waited before and you have always walked in through
the door. now you must wait for me.





Jane Cooney Baker, died 1-22-62 appears in:

Open All Night - pg. 42 - 2000

Why do some of the other "men" in here think it's cool to flame somebody as if one of you gals is gonna go, "Oh my God he's so cool, funny, witty and he totally told that guy". It's fucking pathetic. You just sound like an asshole because everybody makes mistakes or does or says something silly from time to time. Get over yourself.