Man, am I antisocial or what ( Read more... )

You can leave me
On the corner
Where you found me
I'm not for sale anymore

When I tie my shoes really tight, I suddenly become insane.

I've been jumping things for about an hour.

I think that's a pretty cool phenomenon.

Oh god, I am so out of shape.

( Surveyed )

People mistake me for a graduate student because I'm less insane than my peers. (And I have a creepy beard.)

Oh, I like Kurdistan. A lot.

I just got home.

I saw a deer today.

I feel like a ghost.

Someone just compared Che Guevara to Martin Luther King Jr ( Read more... )

Weird dreams. Social nightmares, hah.

Le style est ceci: ajouter a une pensee donnee toues les circonstances propres a produire tout l'effet que doit produire cette pensee.

Mmn, Stendhal appeals to my sense of things like no one else.

I guess it must be strange to walk into your dorm room at 4:52 in the a.m. to find your roommate sprawled out in boxers and a t-shirt on the carpet, wearing headphones pumping Atmosphere, buried in a shiny copy of Francis Scott, surrounded by eight empty boxes of cereal and an empty milk jug, with Gigantor muted on the television ( Read more... )