there are few things in this world equivalent to the feeling you get while catching up with old friends. i've recently found two...
i'll be basking in their glories for a few days. i'll fill you in upon my return.
to be continued...
i’ve gotten along just fine amongst the sharp thorns and the grey branches.
i’ve slept like a kitten in the mouth of my cave, safe from the wind.
i've struggled to brace the rocks inside, to escape before it all collapses.
i've dug deeper into the earth to find a confidante.
the river carries fallen leaves to the silted spoils in the valley of me.
i dig even deeper, into the black, in search of myself as the one.
i struggle to escape the collapse, as my sanguineous wounds lay agape.
i succumb to sleep on the fringes of home, facing the spirits upon my doorstep.
i'm moored by the poison of the nettles in my skin...
...as i lay here, restless.
this is really getting out of hand, but i'm still enjoying it.
Part I
Part II
Part III
Part IV
i was searchin' the tube the other day for a video of al jarreau singing 'we're in this love together,' and came across this dude singing mumbling it. i struggled through the first half of the video, breaking only to laugh, and then left the following comment:
i wasn't trying to be sarcastic, it was just all i could think of. it really was terrible. today, this dude sends me a comment over on the tube in response to mine. either he is extremely sarcastic or extremely naive. but here's what he said:
that gave me some jollies this evening. and now, without further adieu, isweatbutter.com presents: grammy-award winning, (ha!) tone-deaf mute... Jean B. Gerbier!
this town just wasn't made for two, it wasn't made for me and you; but when the streets call my name, what can i do?
through these playful lips made of yarn, like me, that fragile scorpion; unraveled words like moths on old scarves, i know my world's a broken bone, but i melt my headaches and call it home.
i want to go where everyone goes, i want to know what everyone knows, i want to go where everyone feels the same...
in a perfect world, the 4th of july should be spent bbq-ing and drinking beers with family & friends; with the added bonus of watching sh*t get blown up. hopefully you'll have the opportunity to do all of the above today, and i hope that you do it safely and happily. a toast... to independence!
these panties were in the "juniors" section at wal-mart.
while you can't disagree with the strict literal interpretation of the message, perhaps wal-mart should consider printing it on a wallet, rather than on panties meant for teenage girls. the whole prostitution angle is clouding the message of fiscal responsibility. but hey, that's just a suggestion.
[the consumerist]
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