I imagine that I will wake up one morning, and I'll be starving! My mind will be so clear and I won't have a cent in my pocket. Or a centime. Or a franc. I'll be swallowed up in the damp lake bed that is Paris. It has not dried up already. It is waiting for the rain that will fill it with teeming life (starting wtih algea the most necessary ( Read more... )

My genius uncle sent me this and I thought it was neat ( Read more... )

When I get sad, the bottoms of my cheeks grow heavy and drag the corner's of my mouth down with them ( Read more... )

“I can’t give blood because I might have MAD COW DISEASE,” I told my friend ( Read more... )

With a lack of interest unparalleled to previous entries:
Here are things that also turn me on (recently):
german short stories.
short films by tarkovsky
and other pompous cultured things
also, steve buscemi, tim roth, joaqin phoenix, sam rockwell, and especially gary oldman.

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First rate photography really turns me on

I got dental surgery yesterday, and I think that during it I went temporarily insane ( Read more... )

OK.
So to redeem myself for the ridiculously embarassingly bad zombie photos--
I'm going to tell the night of the poker party through these images:

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soo-
who wants to be my valentine?

cestbizarre (7:15:32 PM): hey sweet potato pie ( Read more... )