Hm, what have I done. I slain some zombies. Drank items. Spoke on the ( Read more... )

well. this year that is now over played chronological host to some ( Read more... )

i have noticed lately.
i've been thinking (for a change).
art is torture.
nothing special.
what's so glamorous about having no real life.
all my heroes are crazy bored people,
with nothing better to do with their own lives.
wish i could understand why i do this.
wish i could understand why i do this.

=rob crow

love is a rose but you'd better not pick it.
it only grows when it's on the vine.
a handful of thorns and you'll know you've missed it.
you lose your love when you say the word 'mine.'

=neil young

It used to be that I never feared the way I'd leave those ones behind... that I'd encounter... They were so few and unconsidered in a timeless sense that we'd never have to worry. I'd look forward to finding them. I'd look forward to seeing them, which in a normal fashion for me might have been a few times a year, (if). When I was young I decided ( Read more... )

sometimes
when i am sitting at my desk listening to deerhoof and working
i wish the whole office could hear it.
i really think the corporate world would make so much more sense to everyone involved if the common soundtrack to everyones day was, say, 'rainbow silhouette of the milky rain' followed by 'dog on the sidewalk.'
on repeat.
all day.

in the bay there is not many docks ( Read more... )

Last night, I dreamt that a distinctly decided individual desired my consented sex so that I was bound and stripped of my great grandfather's ring. She then cut a piece out of the gold, (rendering it unwearable) melted it down, drilled into one of her teeth, and used the gold to create a filling. Pretty standard course of action, really. The part ( Read more... )

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If I want bleach in my sandwich I'll put some laundry detergent in there.