upon skimming through past entries, thumbing through past entries, clicking through past entries, i can only deduce the writer must have been charmingly oblivious to the fact the she was a Mad Recluse.

on livejournal.

I haven't yet found a word to mean "utter, profound yearning". Play "I Woke Up One Morning in May" and there you have it. After eighty years you can still hear the weight It bears on the space around him. His voice is going to destroy the tape, I keep thinking. The humble words of a blind man. infantile, naked fingers.

That yearning ( Read more... )

Dirty LA ( Read more... )

I'm fifteen again: I like Shellac ( Read more... )

In other words-

what the hell am i doing?

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"This is the best record I ever made."

"No one, to my knowledge, knows Clarence's whereabouts, except that he is rumored to be teaching hypnotism. I have seen him only once since this recording session and recently tried to find him  for my band. No luck."

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in the morning, I'm awake ( Read more... )

talk about virile agitation ( Read more... )