one of those amazing nights of beer and cocaine = numbed gag reflex = i give quite possibly the best head ever.

does anyone even read this anymore? hahahahahahaha

i'm going to write a francesca lia block-esque tale of los angeles hipsters named ampersand and interrobang and the art they create simply by living.

i might actually die on october 3. i know it's an ever-evolving list, but that will be the last one on it for now. the level of excitement is unreal.

cruising sepulveda, flipping through the iPod to find the one vampire weekend song you're thinking of, and when you stop on "the kids don't stand a chance" and i excitedly say, ooooh is it this song? you say, "no, i wish!"

i can smell you all over my hands

hm hm hm hm hm

still as good as it's going to get

we're makin some really good memories.

ALSO i saw casablanca at the arclight with jesse last night and it was really just the most.

i've been living with my parents and working two jobs for like seven months, but life doesn't suck right now.

"When I was a boy the plant we boys called a fern was code for vagina, and to this day I love fern plants. In my heart the vagina is almost everything, and almost everything else could be summed up in what cock and seed have to offer; and everything else? The love of the father, dead or alive, the pain of too much pleasure, till death do us part, ( Read more... )

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We'll dance to the songs from the cars as they pass
Weave through the cardboard, smell that trash
Walking around in our summertime clothes,
Nowhere to go while our bodies glow

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