As a songwriter, once in a while you hear a song so perfect that it evokes everything in you that you could ever hope to evoke in someone else. So you listen to it, and listen to it, and listen to it, until it’s the only thing that matters anymore, the only thing that exists. …
Author Archives: Nick Vincent
Here’s your problem… you got this thing set to weedless
I saw The Flaming Lips last weekend and was bored out of my mind. I attribute this to the fact that I have never smoked weed. Maybe I should start.
Premises and prior causes
Modern day science is still just a vast primordial swamp, waiting for that elusive spark of life to give rise to some higher understanding. Beyond that veil of hubris, out past the rugged frontier of speculation, what keeps you up at night is how little you really know about yourself. Ask a hundred different people …
Because el-oh-el is oh-so-meaningless
It’s so rare and refreshing for someone to actually make you burst into audible laughter via online chat alone that you really have to type it out entirely: “that totally made me really laugh out loud just then” Because, really, why would you even want to abbreviate its importance? And when you’re the provocateur of …
Nobodies
I’ve always believed that a city is only as good as its people. This city’s biggest problem is that anybody who’s anybody doesn’t want to live here. And that just leaves us with the nobodies. Me? Don’t worry, I’m a nobody, too.
Beware of derivatives at a theme park
Concerned Friend: how’s it going? Myself: hmm you know i dunno Concerned Friend: still? Myself: definitely been on a rollercoaster Myself: so to say how it is at one point is sort of like taking the tangent to the curve Myself: and i’m not so sure i’m ready to perform calculus on myself Concerned Friend: …
Something sweet & something sour
In cell phone T9 predictive text, the words “kiss” and “lips” are produced by the same button sequence, 5477. Similarly, “cock” and “anal” also share a button sequence, 2625. A mere coincidence? I think not. Don’t ask me how I know these things.
Oscar Charlie Delta
If the devil’s in the details, I must be a goddamn satan worshipper.
How to kill a packrat
Up all night again. Having a hard time with the head lately. Going through boxes inscribed with names of various ex-lovers. Relationships, or close enough, reduced to letters, photographs, and other random useless junk. Hard copy backups of memories long written over in the mind. All taped shut and rotting in the closet since I …
Not like that, you perv
It’s hard to have so much to give but nobody to give it to. It’s like this long, heartfelt email that refuses to send because you’ve entered no recipient.