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hunched in the corner,
i saw pieces of my hair.
the waning moon -
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my goody good friend ahmina is back in town, rocking a lakeside tan and a predilection to the phrase yes'm. i find that phrase very annoying, but we're all very thrilled that she's back ( Read more... ) -
TIlly and the Wall!
i took franz to see tilly and the wall at the blind pig, and for the openings and the first half of the main acts we sat coolly beside the mirrored walls, smoking each of our packs like chimneys in an english countryside. i guess the theme for the night was "tilly goes tropical!" so the stage was setup with these really shiny fake palm trees ( Read more... ) -
note to the younguns:
do not decide, at 3 in the am, to cut your own hair ( Read more... ) -
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ben said the reason he smokes up alone is because of "the quality alone time" it affords him. i finally figured out how to make it so the smoke doesn't careen out of la bouche like a suspected al qaeeda terrorist out of a makeshift prison cell. to make the smoke thin as a spider web, one has to let it come out on its own accord, and then tease it ( Read more... ) -
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it came about through happenstance
that I happened to be hap-happy--
you’re just a bonus to thatwhat distinguishes bjork from her peers, what makes her a real artist is that she is able to conjure up parallel worlds with her songs. i was watching a dvd of her singing "possibly maybe" live on "later with jools holland" and everytime she'd do that ( Read more... ) -
don’t make me harsh my buzz, man
i was telling john how sweet i thought these mashups were, and he said,
"haha cool. i'm gonna watch tv."
sometimes i wonder, "why??"... as in, "why bother?' -
Landscape of Longing
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living is the constant effort to fight the law of physics. specifically, the second law of thermodynamics, which states that an object that is not at rest will tend towards chaos, entropy. sometimes it's so easy to give in. it's almost an effort to write this. i'd rather be dreaming, my mind in a cloud. this lucidity is unbearable. -
Nya Nya Yo Yuh (Every Year There’ll be Some Left Over)
I came back carrying three plastic cups with clear water and set them in front of every one ( Read more... )