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I may have lost my Bronx Gun Club hat. As many of you know, this bodes personal apocolypse; great. In better news, I'll be staying at a Holiday Inn in Pennsylvania in late October. However, given the truly inauspicious hat loss, I fear I may be eaten my Holiday termites and shat out around Montgomery County like so much dander ( Read more... )

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The cat was white with long fur and belonged to no one he could make out. The white cat had a brindled butterfly in its mouth that struggled. Was he an opiated French poet nursing delusions circa 1882? Around him, the wall of traffic moved and stopped so that sometimes you could pass through. There were other people, lots. It smelled like ( Read more... )

Anna ( www.livejournal.com/users/klingrap ) has such a vivid sense of her history and often expresses this on LJ. I doubt my own personal historical sense is nearly as refined. If one personal epoch seems worlds way from another distant example it isn't because they are unrelated, but that their connection is blurred by the infinite chain of ( Read more... )

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Why or why could I not get tickets for this ( Read more... )

Whatever happened to me, anyway? Well, I don’t go out. I hunt for impressive philosophical connections to origins of Auteur Theory. I sleep. I resign and then I move. When I do go out, it’s at 6PM and I’m either at Anytime ($1 drinks) or Welcome to the Johnsons ($2) with people in my speed dial. I’m trying not to spend money. I’m an aspirant ( Read more... )

I do not wanna retake my GREs, BUT the analytic section is now writing and not word/logic puzzles, like it formerly was; I got in the 700s in both Math & Verbal, but my analytic was 620 ( Read more... )

Today I paint my old red walls white for someone else. Today, I’ve assisted- literarily - but soon that comes to a close. Nearly 200 people have applied for my job; for the practical, hopes & dreams must smell like stasis and cubicles. My nose is fucking stupid, misguided and appled. Today I paint walls and road signs for a dirtroad that winds ( Read more... )