WizzNutzz
OCEAN OF INCITES

ocean

NO BETTER THAN THE NEXT FAN. JUST DOING A DIFFERENT THING WITH WE TIME. GOT TO. WE WANNA WRITE A NOVEL ABOUT TWIN CONSTABLES (JARVIS & JONAS HAYES), SOME TYPE OF NATURE VERSUS NURTURE TALE THAT ENDS UP IN THE B LEAGUES OF SIBERIA. WE’VE SAID THAT TO AN USHER BEFORE AS HE ESCORTED WE FROM VERIZON CENTER. IT’S AN OPEN ENDED IDEA, LIKE EXECUTIVE NACHOS. WE WANT TO START A CAR CLUB. WE’RE PLAYING WITH TWO NAMES FOR IT: CUPID CAR CLUB OR KUPID KAR KLUB. WE SKETCHED A LOGO FOR IT, BUT THE SECOND VERSION LOOKS LIKE DALE JR WEARING A WHITE HOOD AS HE DANCES AROUND A BURNING CROSS. IT’S NOT THERE YET. WE WERE GOING TO BUILD AN ARCADE, LIKE THE GRAPE APE VIDEO ESCAPE OR GILBERT ARENAS’ SOUL.  THE MORE WE LIVE WITH THAT IDEA, THE LESS IT STUCK. IT’S MORPHING INTO A FINGAGUNZ RANGE. SORT OF LIKE WE POTENTIAL RELOCATION TO SILVER SPRING OR THE ARCTIC CIRCLE OR SOME PLACE VERY FAR FROM THE BODEGAS OF WHEATON. WE WERE FALLING FOR SOMEONE NEW, IF WE ALREADY HADN’T. IT WAS INCREDIBLE. IT WAS RIDICULOUSLY AWESOME. HIS NAME IS BRYCE. IT CAME AND WENT AND MAIMED US A LITTLE. NOT MUCH, BUT WE STILL DON’T KNOW WHY DAVEY DIDN’T TAKE OUT STOREN. WE’VE POSSIBLY LOST ALL RELIGION, THOUGH WE STILL OFFER GREEN ENERGY TO KWAMES AND PRAY TO THE SEXY BUDDHA. WE’VE SUNKEN INTO PASSIVITY IN CERTAIN AREAS OF WE LIVES, USUALLY WHEN IT COMES TO FOOD CHOICES, WHICH INCLUDES CEREAL COVERED IN CEREAL WITH A SIDE OF BLOOD SAUSAGE. ALL WHILE BEING THE HONEST OPPOSITE IN OTHERS, SUCH AS WE FOCUS ON THE NATINALS AND NADITUDE AND GNOSTICISM AND GNADTICISM. THE NUMBER ONE RULE IN RELATIONSHIPS, FROM WHAT WE HEAR, IS TO NEVER JUST LEAVE, WHICH IS WHY WE’VE BEEN THE WIZARDS’ NO. 1 FANZ SINCE OCT. 31, 1997. WE’VE FLOWN AROUND THE WORLD IN 2012, IF YOU CONSIDER DOWNTOWN WHEATON THE WORLD, WHICH WE DO BECAUSE WE HAVE NO TRANSPORTATION. HAD A SPECIAL TIME. WE HAD BRUNCH AT VELOCITY GRILL, THE SIDEWALK RESTAURANT FROM VERIZON CENTER, LIKE 9 TIMES, BUT IT DOESN’T COMPARE TO THE HALF SMOKES WE’VE INHALED IN SECTION 404, MOSTLY BECAUSE THERE’S ONE VENDOR WHO, IN LIEU OF KETCHUP, WILL OPENLY BLEED ON THE SAUSAGE IN THE RITUALISTIC MANNER OF A CROWLEY ACOLYTE. WE FOUND ABSOLUTE SILENCE IN A MEDITATION SESSION IN THE ALLEY BEHIND VERIZON, LATE AT NIGHT WITH THE LOST SOULS WHOSE DREAMS DIED WHEN THEY CAUGHT PLANTAR FASCIITIS. WE HAVE A DOG WHO MISSES WE. HE’S SO BIG NOW. NO, NOT THE DOG — BRYCE. SO, SO BIG. SOOOOOO BIIIIG. DAMN. HE KNOWS ABOUT AS MUCH AS WE, AS TO WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON WITH THE WIZARDS’ LEGACY OF SORROW. WE HAVE TO WRITE A SONG FOR SOMEONE NOW BECAUSE THEY PAID FOR WE TICKET AND WE HOTEL AND WE BEARDS AND WE CHEESEBOOTS AND WE MERKINS. AND WE LET THEM. OH, WE EAT STEAKS AGAIN NOW. STEAK-FLAVORED CEREAL. IT’S BEEN 10 YEARS OF NOTHING BUT STEAK-FLAVORED CEREAL. ALL WE REALLY HAVE TO SAY IS THAT LOVE IS ALL THERE IS, BUT A REACHAROUND NEVER HURTS, UNLESS YOU WANT IT TO. EVERY OTHER SENTENCE JUST BELABORS THE POINT, SO HERE ARE 27 MORE SENTENCES. MAYBE NOT IN A BORING WAY. WE DON’T KNOW WHAT WE’RE SAYING. WE SAT IN THE STUDIO DAYS AGO WITH WALE AND TYRONE NESBY. TNES LOOKS 79. THEY SEEMED LIKE OLD FRIENDS, BUT TNES JUST MET WALE IN THE ELEVATOR WHEN HE SAID “WHAT FLOOR, SIR?” WE WONDERED HOW MANY TROPHIES ARE LODGED IN THEIR MINDS BUT THEN QUICKLY DECIDED TROPHIES CAN’T FIT IN YOUR MIND BECAUSE TROPHIES ARE HARD AND YOUR MIND IS SOFT AND IT’S ALREADY FULL — FULL OF BRAINS AND INCITES AND BEANS. WE WONDER WHY THEY STILL BUILD SINCE THERE ARE ALREADY SO MANY BUILDINGS IN THE WORLD AND SURELY WE COULD ALL JUST GET BUNK BEDS AND STACK UP OUR LIVES IN HONOR OF THE GODS. WE BUILD THINGS FOR THE SPORT AND THERAPEUTIC BENEFITS. FOR IMMORTALITY, BIIIITCH — BECAUSE NOTHING SAYS FOREVER LIKE TWITTER. WE SAY IMMORTALITY IN JEST, BECAUSE WE ALL KNOW ONE THING FOR CERTAIN: DEATH IS IMMORTAL LIKE RA’S AL GHUL AND SALIERI’S SHADOW. HOLY FUCK. WE DON’T WANNA WRITE ABOUT THAT RIGHT NOW. IT’S HARD TO ASCERTAIN WHAT’S HAPPENED IN WE LIVES THE LAST COUPLE OF YEARS SINCE WWW.WIZZNUTZZ.COM GOT ALL BROKED UP. WE SUPPOSE THIS IS WHAT GOING THROUGH THINGS FEELS LIKE. THIS IS WHAT HAPPENS TO YOUTH: TUMBLR. WE CAN’T IMAGINE A DECADE FROM NOW — BACK TO MYSPACE? HOW WE’LL FEEL ABOUT IT ALL, SINCE BY THEN WE’LL BE IN OUR FIFTIES AND SUPER CLOSE TO DEATH IF WE KEEP EATING STEAK-FLAVORED CEREAL. OREOS DON’T WORK WITH ALMOND MILK LIKE REGULAR MILK, BUT FROOT LOOPS TASTE GREAT IN BLOOD. THAT JUST CAME TO MIND. NOT SURE WHY, ESPECIALLY SINCE FROOT LOOPS IN BLOOD ISN’T SOMETHING WE’VE EVER EATEN. NO MATTER. WE’RE WORKING ON A LOT OF MUSIC; IT’S BEEN TOO LONG SINCE WE RELEASED THE TENDER BALLAD “GENTLE KWAMES” AND THE MIDNIGHT ROCKER “GOODBYE, PARTY JOHN RAMOS.” WE’RE GONNA GET BACK TO THAT NOW. GOOD NIGHT PINK KEITH BLUE MOON.

  1. gheorghe77 reblogged this from wizznutzz
  2. wizznutzz posted this