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the breakfast nook
the breakfast nook
in yesterday’s bed,
you lie down with your vices.
face up on the table,
like strawberry slices.
the padlocks,
the breadbox,
the next never mind.
an orange in the basket.
the spirals of rind.
they bleed on the cutting-board,
sleep in the den.
the drawer’s out of ink,
and the ink’s out of pen.
the clementine sections,
like slivers.
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what does the word "artist" mean to you?
Today I went to the antique shop on Coventry Road and bought some army surplus patches for my green jacket. I stopped by the Record Revolution and pretended to know the bands JD was talking about. I bought a strawberry malt at Tommy's and wandered up and down the street, watching my reflection in shop windows. My cropped, blue hair. My ( Read more... ) -
oh bondage, up yours!
I drew Poly Styrene, of X-Ray Spex. formed in 1976, they are one of my all-time favorite punk bands. between Poly's shrill, sugary, adolescent chirpings, Laura Logic's choppy sax, and those clever, razor-sharp lyrics, the Spex were part feminism, part anti-consumerism, part sci-fi wierdness, and all charm. moshers and shoegazers alike can head- ( Read more... ) -
hobotron
Today I walked down Coventry Road, in my pajamas and black overcoat, wearing a false mustache and pushing a discarded umbrella stroller full of aluminum cans. I felt gloriously, lugubriously like a hobo. I saw the tilt of the world just then, and after three Redbulls and an agonizing afternoon spent in the unforgiving clutches of writer's block, I ( Read more... ) -
love is a losing game
{R.P.M.}
Love is a losing game
Kiss or kill
It's all the same
Pick your poison
Girls and boys
It's all about learning how to share your toys
Learn your hue
And take your cue
From pink or blue
Like mix-tape ribbon
Like your soul
Plastic dreams in Blues and Rock N' Roll
Livin' life on the B-side
Are you the now or never kind?
Lose in love
And take it to the limit
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lyrical and empirical
Well the whole fucked-up fam-dam-bly is comin' into town for the holidays. My Aunt Valerie is getting married to some guy she's known for like two weeks (agian. this will be the third time.)! You'd think she'd have learned her lesson by now. The last dude turned out to be some kind of scam artist. He took her car and $5000. Anyway, I already know ( Read more... ) -
birthday blues and Langston Hughes
>> tomorrow is my some-teenth birphday, ladies an' germs! my plans for this weekend? hide from parents. i made cupcakes with seafoam green frosting. it's mah favorite colour lately. one year older, one year wiser, 365 days closer to dying. fa-la-la-la-fuck.
{fun fact: the only day i hate more than my birthday is christmas}
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david duchovny why won't you love me?
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1o07g5QVcg4
that song owns my soul. i can't even express in words how {fucking} amazing and {fuck} i don't even {fucking} know what to say.