he walked up to the back porch, left me a bouquet of flowers in a tin can, turned around and walked back home.

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my grandfather's been spending more time around the house lately. i guess the only strange thing about that is that he died years ago.

he doesn't scare me. only the animals in the ceilings and walls do.

lately i've been spending my time knitting to throbbing gristle. i roadtripped through the south a few weeks ago. i particularly enjoyed louisiana. when i returned home i got some fish. i think one may be slightly retarded.

today is the darling lana_lana's birthday, and it seems fitting that as i reflect upon that, there is a funeral going on across the street. for the past half an hour their singing has been escalating loud and strong right into my window, leaving me a beautiful situational soundtrack ( Read more... )

the highlight of our trek to bloomington was undoubtedly rolling around in the dirt with lorosi. thank you to his human counterparts for the wonderful company as well.

time to finish my work with the typewriter.

[happy birthday to jen.]

sometimes when i make mixes, i really dig deep into things that i haven't listened to in a while. last night i had the 3rd join the dots disc in, and it was giving me chills... namely, 'this twilight garden'. i used to be way into the cure when i was in middle school, and i lost that intensity for a long time. for some reason it came rushing back ( Read more... )