fedor just lost.

this dimension i currently reside in sucks.

ah sweet nectar of procrastination and languid, vapid, vesicles of indolence. i once again had been marooned in an island called super street fighter 4, the void that is, and have ever more peeled away everything that has labeled me a mote in a gathering productive dust that is society ( Read more... )

i miss the trip hop days... the good o'l days. gone are they. the halcyon rays. the bygone ways.

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le sigh.

glad monk and canatella are back again though.

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yay, the swedish people have good taste. they gave bjork an award, which is unusual due to her being only 44. the award usually goes to cronies, like my boy morricone, whom i was just thinking about for the past week due to a western game coming out, red dead redemption ( Read more... )

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lady lime crystalline pelt windwake tremor to my window pane
and i glassed in, shape the fog and cobwebs of angel and looked without
hoping to see the sorrow and lonesome figure of a dove breathing in.
like armadillo in fetal position and skin hardened from diatribes and miscast
allusion of hopes and spoiled dreams happenstance tormenting in buckets
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at the passenger seat, four door car full. colleague at the helm spouting car policy, no drinks, no cigarette ash, no fighting. canada lite clinking in the trunk, a shroud of gray overcast ( Read more... )

See the lady, fall leaves tapering, see shadows in wizen draping skin dip down for everlasting, see her converse with old acquaintances. Years in subsequence not far long, she’ll be of no longer. For now. Admire ropy strings of ivory hair, glimmering on tired tessled lamp hearkening to a time of sapling luminescence ( Read more... )

almost died last sunday morning. taken me this long to write about it cuz i'm stuck in a stupid quandary that assails me to no end, at least by the end of this season anyways ( Read more... )