So here is a leak of the new Joan of arc record for anyone interested. I am on first listen right now, but it seems pretty rad so far. More on the experimental side of things. Without further adu;

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thurs - "come over to my house and suck my ass!!!". Good friends, good times. Got too wasted for my own good. It did some good, it did some harm ( Read more... )

Starting a book club ( Read more... )

fuck yeah ( Read more... )

First and foremost I want to say, today I got a PO box. That's right!!! My own personal mini-mail cubicle on broadway!!! so here is the fuckin' deal; If you care about me in one way or another, WRITE ME A LETTER!!!!! I don't feel I've ever asked you(my friends) for too much, but right now is a very glorious yet rigorous time for me. Your love and ( Read more... )

I don't know where to start... "For whom the bell tolls" had been my life as of late. So much even, I had convinced myself I was going to Madrid. With my own Maria. To find my own Gaylord's. I was delusional. And then, it ended. It all ended so bitterly. All that love, and hope, and comradeship, and you throw it all away over a broken fucking leg? ( Read more... )

It's so hard to grasp that you can't make somebody care. You can't really make anybody do anything. You have to rely on yourself, but when you've got a self with such a notorious unreliability rate as mine, it's hard to stay positive.

"I wish i knew how little you can give, before you give yourself away. I'm goiiiiiing on strike, until conditions

If I could somehow have an endless supply of coffee, food, friends, records, books/zines, & instruments to jam on, I'm sure I could live happily forever.

Oh yeah, and a steady(cheap) place to live. And some nearby venues/houses with good DIY bands, and/or heady DJ's.

Really, it's not a lot to ask for.

My life is ruined.

To avoid talking about how shitty and unpredictable my life is right now, I'm going to talk mostly about food instead ( Read more... )