With a lot of love, I bring you the completely unknown artistst, Alex Lashlie. I met him busking one day and bought his CD. so here it is for you.  He sounds a bit Jeff Buckleyish, but I'm sure you'll love him regardless.

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Also, here's something from my time in Japan. A jazz group with a DJ too. Very nice.

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today was nice. you have a strange hoarder's house, emems. I like it, oddly.

message to isms: luv times a million. will ring you tommorow morn.

gtg.

awoah. back into the pond again. gulp gulp. swallow. eurgh.

I feel like my emotions are recycled. it sucks. what? I dunno. meh.

my back hurts. whine whine wine. HA, whine to wine!

scraps of paper make for an interesting progression between acquaintance and friend (with an end at the end)

loud music in lounge room, semi dark sky. anything smells damp ( Read more... )

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oh me oh my
I gave you all the milk and the honey
but you can't break my heart
'cause that'd just get you fired

mos def, 2009

the trim line bimboish hip line
hit their hips together 'till you get the sign
they don't want you
you are low
you are low
you are low.

revelation
like you saying what?
pimps aren't for hoes
no
no not necessarily
what the fuck motherfucker
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having bought new headphones, I have gone a downloading spree...

HIGHLIGHTS BETTER THAN A RHINOCEROUS STRIPPING IN YOUR BEDROOM


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It's pouring down now. My mother's on my side, ironing a skirt for a performance later today. Gunther's just finished brushing his teeth, and I'm sitting infront of the computer with my tam pulled over my head, wearing my huge rainbow eighties hoodie. I'm wiggling my toes inside my socks because it feels real good. I'm satisfied in the fact that I ( Read more... )

The thirties: beat-poetry, the prime of jazz, surrealism, cubism, and revolution. Wars everywhere with significant cultural changes and movements. Not to mention that if I was, say, 20 in the thirties, then I'd also likely see all the way up to the eighties, so not much better.

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Just came back from a friends Orthodox precession. It's interesting to see how a million cultures interpret the same question: why are we here? What is our purpose, and so on...

Every time I protrude into someone's religion/cultural affairs, I feel so disrespectful just for being there. But I love being there.