so they shot god dead in the dust storm so no one would complain when they bombed the moon ( Read more... )

god was shot at dawn ( Read more... )

well that sentiment didn't last long.

yep yep yep yep i'm done.

outrageous sugar & caffeine consumption. i don't feel so excellent. all nighters with tobius at the terrace for the past five days. making art making hilarity dress ups & name swaps making good ol fashion vibeworks. spend all day in suspension, sweat et cet. when did i fall into the throes of the manor lads, &when did i learn to love newcastle ( Read more... )

failing this semester ( Read more... )

past little while ( Read more... )

ineffable & all that.

harmonies wiv ben folds in the opera house.
ponyo ponyo ponyo.
cara's comic book smashdown.
sunrise over king edward pk hill kind of blew my mind a lot.

but still, fuck sydney.
&if i can't be in Portland then i'll go be in Melbourne.

over & out.

a dire dawn/dew and air/dead in war/edwardian/diana drew

i don't know if you'll hear much more from me.
BUT.

i received this spam message this morning.
it explains the last few days pretty frighteningly well.
it's called 'were all sleeping in the little', under the name O'Rorke Youngblut.

Owing Monday morning. Anne had hoped for a fine day. Diana was to drive
her to the station and they wanted this, their ( Read more... )

ACADEMIA YOU HURT MY BRAIN SO MUCH

i took too many hours on the coastline of fuckcastle trying to convince anon that the current political system works against some people. we are both too headstrong for our own good. so i write about Locke i write about Montesquieu i write about Charles fucking Taylor & it seems no one can come up with anything. so ( Read more... )

there's a reason why i've subconsciously been chasing the winter bus for the last nine months or more ( Read more... )