You know how sometimes you find this really great song, and it's so beautiful and wonderful you just have to listen to it, over and over again? And then before you know it, you've listened to it so many times, and no it so damn well you can't hear it any more: You can see every moment coming a mile ahead of time, and it just becomes nothing. ( Read more... )

So here is the story ( Read more... )

I woke up this today, and it was five o'clock. I didn't know if it was five in the morning on Thursday, or on Friday. Had I slept for just one hour, or twenty-five? Was one hour time enough for so many dreams of hostility: In the tunnels all the cars were driving through the fog with their lights off, so we stuck to the center divider. Before we ( Read more... )

Why is it that I'm tired as allfuck all day, but the moment it gets to be time when I should go to sleep, my mind starts going frizz-frazz fringle-frangle and I existing in three dimensions seems so damn frustrating in its limitations?

I remember the feeling of drugs, it was like a fresh start. I think I could stand that again. Where are all the freshmen? I could stand to have an apprentice, to pass on all the trip tricks, even just the knowledge that there's something deeper to the world ( Read more... )

So I got a Barnes and Noble gift card from dear old mumsie on the occasion of my twenty-first, and I put it to good use expanding the Bowie collection ( Read more... )

It's a meme or some shit, I heard it on the radio probably. Okay, you take this list, and rank it from + to - or whatever, and then you remove one of them, and add one. I don't care, I just wanted to put David Bowie on top.

David Bowie
Iggy Pop < ---- added ( Read more... )

Apparently I am Visiting Frisky, starting tomorrow. This may be a dream or a rumor. I have very little tangible evidence.

If I don't come back, tell my mother I turned out OK.

Important update: I have at last resumed smoking, a decision I am sure I will not fully appreciate until the afterlife ( Read more... )

I have one thing to say: Reality kicks ass. The new David Bowie album, I mean. Reality, like, the object, it's kind of dumb and involves me sitting on own my balls a lot. But the album is good, kind of. I actually only like about five of the eleven songs at all, but some of those are just so tasty. I mean, the best stuff on the album is like, on ( Read more... )