( Warning: Student bitching. )

Emil recieved a check in the mail today paying him for his last exihibition, to the tune of $1,000 American, baby. He decided to go on EBay and here are some of the things he bid on:

An original Picabia. Very nice, Emil.
Ooh, lovely. For Mona perhaps; so they can both have monocles.
BAD EMIL! You better not open up a portal to hell in my house ( Read more... )

I have nothing of my own doing to offer you tonight. Please except this transcript I transcripted of what is quite possibly the best conversation captured on tape.

( Read, but only if your mind is primed for awesomeness. )

Writing is very very hard. Sometimes I do not like to do it, but I have to. My writing right now is very very poor. I tell myself I have all my life to write great things, but what the fuck am I supposed to do in the meantime? Huh? Yeah, self, tell me that, why don'tcha? I must write, I tell you and write well! I try a lot of different things to ( Read more... )

Excuse me, Emil? ( A word please )

For those of you who don't know, which would be all of you since I haven't told you, I am sharing my jornal with Emil S. Rosenstock, the famous nonsense poet. His picture can be seen in my second entry. Anywho, he wanted to complete this internet survey thing as a way to introduce himself to you. I hope you like it. He doesn't care if you like it, ( Read more... )

Before I begin I feel that this must be shared.

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Hello, you have reached the quote unquote weblog of Andalusian Dog. I am too lazy or possably too dead to complete an entry at this point. Why are you even here? Weblogs are quite stupid and you should drop yours and RUN somewhere. I'm sure you'll find somewhere nice. Goodbye for now.