In assessing the week it all boils down to one question: is my appreciation and enjoyment of the latest Linkin Park album somehow wrong? I think I might just have been in the need of something aggressive and melodic. And something new to my ears, even if it does become slightly repetitive. I’m not going to worry too much about this, it just seems ( Read more... )

Scraping through the red dust of sunset, I took to forward glances like innocent children first daring to chances. That being said, this weekend seems like one slow drowning. But with good moments of shopping and stupidity thrown in for measure. I had to buy the Radiohead ‘limited edition’ version of Hail to the Theif. Of course I had copy, but ( Read more... )

Last night saw us recording again. We laid down two new tracks, “Secret” and “Get beneath the covers (and go).” The latter was supposed to be a clouded tribute to Rob Halford, but for whatever reason the laws of physics deemed it be, I sound like Karen O from the Yeah, Yeah, Yeahs. Heath thinks it sounds like the singer from Love and Rockets, ( Read more... )

My life is like a large tar pit, I’m playing with extinction. I think there’s a varied sense I should be doing something this week, but I’m too lazy and too stupid to get it in gear. We saw this lady yesterday with a small dog. I assume she was a big flaming (if that’s not the right term, I don’t know what is) lesbian. We were at a gay coffee ( Read more... )

I took it last night. My camera is bugging the theme out of my life, I don't know what's wrong with it, but this turned out nice.


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I feel less in the vicinity of natural thought this week. It’s like a slow social suicide, though I have no illusion that I’ve been nothing but quite the social corpse for the past few months anyway. At least Saturday night allowed me to feel somewhat ‘aired out’ and human. If I wasn’t so ugly…I’d be no less well off, I suppose. Part of my ( Read more... )

I'm so enthralled with this performance art piece I want to spread it around everywhere. Go to it, let me know if you like it. Some people hate it with a passion, this lady is a genius: Go To rent-a-negro.com.

An overabundance of pocketbook exploration filled my day Saturday. It spilled over into Sunday. Between these bits were moments of much drinking, Hairspray: The Broadway Musical, drinking, SAILORS SAILORS SAILORS, and a few nice prints I got (all red, all kind of sexy in their own way ( Read more... )

Scores of sores unmatched by the reservoirs of simplicity striking arbitrarily at the base necessity of my limited lineage linked through by hyperactive underachieving cyphertexting ritual ( Read more... )

I’m pretty sure that the dead after party crowd makes fun of you ( Read more... )