July 2011
67 posts
As a slinked through the streets of the Quarter, and into the Treme, I walked past the scores of bright eyed, coffee infused tourists happily snapping away photos of everything in sight. Tour guides rolled past on lame Segways, while others commanded packs of fat assed, pig fucking, slack jawed mom’s and dad’s dragging their non interested kids around as they guffawed in unison when their guide...
Lucero - Drink Till we're gone.
life is short in spite of your plans so, tell the girls they’re pretty while you can one day they’re gone and all you got left is some empty bottles and an old country song that plays on and on i wasted my time with these cigarettes and these ashes all i’ve got left wash this old town nothings left for me washed down stream into the sea this big ol’ river will...
Snippet, that is scarily too much like real...
“I need the ring. I want to be someone’s WIFE, Clint. I want the kids, the house. I need that. I am going crazy seeing my sister, and her Mongoloid husband making all of these arrangements that I wish we were making. We could do it cheap. We could do it, for next to nothing. I know of a million really neat little stories of people who had great weddings, one a shoe string budget. Seeing my best...
If the Muppets were Metal bands they'd be....
Metal is everywhere in pop culture. It’s hidden away in places we don’t even realize. From cartoons to reality shows, we’re there, and now, more than ever the popularity is accepted from the mainstream. In the spirit of finding metal in the oddest places, imagine if The Muppets could scream and circle pit alongside fat, sweaty dudes in Misfits t-shirts.
These are the most metal Muppets and who...
Got a dick load of writing done this week. Two pieces for the Quarter Rat. Two pieces for www.truthaboutmusic.com, managed a few new places to submit my novel to. I need to get some cash together so I can get my podcast off the ground in the next two weeks, as well. On to working further on my novella. When that’s finished, I will begin editing “Burial”.
I did get a very nice...
As I am about to turn 30 in less than 20 days: →
fletcherbabb:
Be really attractive. Your acne is gone, your face has matured without having wrinkles and everything on your body is lifted naturally. Eat bagels seven days a week, binge-drink and do drugs: you’ll still look like a babe. When you turn thirty, it’ll become a different story but that’s, like, not for a really long time.
Reestablish a relationship with your parents. You don’t...
I had no one to go psycho with me. Everyone missed my fun.
This is my bio used in "professional" settings:
Robert Dean is a freelance writer, author, poet from New Orleans, LA. Born on the Southside of Chicago in 1981, he studied English and writing throughout his formative school career but never considered it something more than a hobby. After taking a compositional writing class his senior year of high school and meeting a teacher that changed his perspective on the art, he decided to take up...
QUIT RUINING YOUR KIDS LIVES!
The more creative spelling of your child’s name, the clearer indication that the parent, is in fact an idiot. Lots of vowels does not make your child special. Naming your kid after a possession, or car does nothing but set the cultural standard for a sub par existence imprecated by audacity of the parent to make their child “special”. I have never met a success woman named...
Some days, I hate being a fucking writer. Why couldn’t have chosen something else?
I love the sound of a guitar being plugged in, and it feeding back. Those seconds of white noise, but feeling like the world will end in a second while chaos is impending is wonderful.
Spilled PBR, a smokey room, and heavy metal. FUCK YES.
the binding traits of family.
I’ve found myself doing something that my great grandmother used to do. When I have leftovers that have gone bad, or a bit of something that isn’t enough to eat, I throw them outside in the lot next to my house for the neighborhood animals. When I was a kid, my Nana used to throw bits of bread that went stale ( i did this tonight) out for the birds, and squirrels. I laughed as I...
I can’t be the only person who, even though their life is good, feel trapped sometimes. I feel like a foot is slowly coming down over my neck, and the air is slowly escaping. It’s not a daily feeling, it’s a bigger universe feeling. It’s a feeling that I get when I think about being 30, and where my life is going. I need to make some fireworks happen. To become someone...
My brain is allowing only two functions as of late: Sex, and drinking.
With that said, I’m off to the bar.
So the list for the tattoos are as follows:
Finish left arm
Danzig skull on left shin (getting done in Chicago in August)
Do chest.
Then I am done for a long time.
I think two sleeves and a chest piece and various pieces on your legs is good enough.
If you're in New Orleans, keep an eye on this... →
Counting down the minutes till Tuesday.
I get my Hank Williams tattoo on my left wrist that I’ve been wanting for years. MEGA psyched on this. You have no idea. I know I should take pictures of all of my tattoos, but honestly I’m too lazy to do so. Everyone is always asking for pictures of the sleeve. Maybe after Tuesday, I will.
Till then…… my theme song.
Stop the TLC Tattoo School from airing on the... →
bakeanddestroy:
I’ve seen at least 10 of my otherwise normal friends turn into coupon maniacs thanks to Extreme Couponing. Imagine the dumb shit people will do when this airs.
People with bad taste in music, or no opinion on music are the kinds of people I cannot deal with. Music moves everything. It’s the soundtrack from love to struggle. I base people’s entire worth on what media they like. Call it shallow, but it’s true. These things matter. Imagine trying to relate to someone who didn’t have a favorite Beatle, or couldn’t really grasp...
PeOPlE WhO tYpe LiKe tHiS MaKe Me WaNt 2 fUcKiNg rIp tHiEr ThRoAtS OuT.
FUCK DANCING! I want to have a seizure!
