sometimes when facing common trouble / when whole town is screwed / we become actually human / act like prometheus would / suddenly there is more humor / and a party tabor style / people ringing one another / 'yo man, how is your blackout?'
“Touching him was always so important to me. It was something I lived for. Little, nothing touches. My fingers against his shoulder. The outsides of our thighs touching as we squeezed together on the bus. I couldn’t explain it, but I needed it. Sometimes I imagined stitching all of our little touches together. How many hundreds of thousands of
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It's true I get depressed in fancy hotel rooms Undressed with nothing to flaunt but my loneliness Thinking of the night song of your hair Premature as evening falls It calls to me Interrupted by the sirens in the street
To everyone participating in the Black Friday fuckery, I hate each and every one of you. There is nothing important enough to make me and every other worker go in at odd hours to deal with your crazy selves. To everyone that has to work, I'm leaving soon to do the same, and you have my sympathy.
The other night I went to see Amanda Palmer & The Grand Theft Orchestra in Detroit. (and met with the lovely Tiffany & her beau Craig) I never posted about it, because I didn't get home till about 5 or 6am, then spent most of yesterday away from the computer
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