hellza cozy or cozy as i wanna b

Yo punkz, i'm 2 cozy 2 live... 2 cozy 2 die...

thanksgiving is fast approaching, in this world of epic bullshitz it's our prerogative to be as crucially cozy as we wanna be.

here is the first of some tactical tips for cozy cruciality;

tip. 1.

wrap your hand around something warm and strong... like a glass of honey brandy.



put some honey and some brandy into a pot. let the stove rock shit. and then drink it = cozy as shit.

i'm luvin it

Burma was rad... clint conley is rad.. i was so tired from crucial hours spent taxing my life that i almost fell asleep during the encore but pre-encore they played signals and some other hitz like peking spring which were rad.

a while ago i got thee makeout party's "i never pick my nose" cassette. i'd spent countless hours mulling over whether or not to crucially invest in the lp or the tape (you can get from their myspace)... what to do???? is the cassette format doomed for obscurity and insta-future destruction?!?!? am i somehow archiving these records for future generations by purchasing and upkeeping vinyl!! what are the real world implications of this for the future of punkz ?!?!?!?


(tape artz --------->>>)
i got it on tape cause it was half the price of the lp and shitz been pretty crucial since. the album is rad but uneven, theres some really great stuff on it and a few songs that i skip over. it's like the ramones and the beach boys partied in san pedro. and sometimez the dude singing sounds like todd from underground railroad to candyland / toys that kill.

it's somewhat disconcerting that a lot of the really killer shit coming out right now and going directly into my world via my dome is either directly or peripherally associated with matador. matador is not punk. by any stretch. and not really rad. but shit some of those new jay reatard 7's are fucking unbelievable (except the trapped here 7" kinda sux)... i've been listening to the acoustic one non stop

jay reatard's blog

i might see radon 2nite. probably won't.

my mind was blown when i got coffee at 7/11 for the first time in years. the assortment of specialty flavors is second to fucking none!!!! i was so amazed by my blueberry coffee that as the caffeine lifted my morning foggy haze the fucking
blueberry crucialness lifted my head up into the fucking cloudz w/ it. it was fucking transcendental. probably like smoking salvia. i hear. i went around work monday morning explaining to everyone what a mind numbing (awesome) effect this 7-11 coffee had on my morning and the possibilities for fundamental changes in human comportment.

i wrote a song but i'm having trouble finishing the last line... so i put an idea in parenthesis.. any other ideas are welcome.

7-11 coffee
you are so great
you make me want to
master (my own fate?)



ps. the blank dogs dude has blog w/ a bunch of free mp3s from the vinyl that's out of print.. check it... here