2007, in metaphorical summation, thus far: only after eating the fruit, i wonder aloud - "Do I even like tomatoes?"

i'm looking for klezmer music recorded in the early to mid 1970's. friends, brothers, i implore you - help.

series of li(z)sts [i.e. franz and david. not much a series, come to think of it.]

christmas:
-inherently bad at shopping.
-skirted and indian style.
-bootied; much more selfish and prone to vehicular vehemence than i'd imagined, but who'd really cast that stone anyway ( Read more... )

the writhing bird that rests against her spine, pinned on decades of our kind. framed figures and prodding reminders of posture.

oh, i certainly do feel like a lady tonight.

"i saw the dope. it's in your panties."
"you saw my panties. you didn't see any dope."

serious question: soul clubs exist, right?

...freed from the collective cosmic dirge. gradually, however, they would learn to discard the "male" and "female" and "our" and "we", leaving it naked and luminous, seeming to muse at where the "years" had gone but incapable, or unwilling, to recall what the word had ever meant in the first place.

no more Cops before bed.

mary, sweetie, lift those weepy lids. meet your darling dearest: the brain in a bowl.

"it is an ancient rhythm that all of us know, and an ancient hope of which the psalmist is singing ( Read more... )

smash everything.

"..if only Kurt Cobain would have met a nice girl, like me."