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[02 Oct 2006|11:30am] |
every motion is flagged with sound every finger jingle sets me in the jungle loud attempts to rattle my brain through my ear headache, oh headache.
there's a party in my cranium
boom boom boom- "turn that goddamn bass down!"
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[28 Sep 2006|08:57pm] |
my inability to take anything seriously has just punched me in the ribs.
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[27 Sep 2006|02:36pm] |
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pixies - down to the well |
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is there something edible in your pocket? oh, that would explain it.
there's nothing like the mood i'm in.
work work work seƱora. work in twenty minutes. lacking car keys, buddy. i'd best find those.
eddies of wind creep in through the window behind me. a splash of warm air over my shoulders- it's high tide in comfortland. lap it up while it lasts, i'll soon be drowning in screaming kids.
congrats on the runway show, chlobo!
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[16 Sep 2006|09:52am] |
emo. emu. squack.
free association?
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[19 Aug 2006|09:57pm] |
broken ankle. full cast. who knew the roof was so high? i s'pose i'm home-ridden for a while. damn. just when i had actual activities to partake in.
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[19 Jul 2006|06:00am] |
i sat on the roof of ultrazone tonight for several hours... wishing chloe would drop from the sky.
ok. so it was more like fifteen minutes and a funny thought.
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[11 Jul 2006|12:45pm] |
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what frantic tongues beat deliriously blue the sausage symphony
the other night's toga party... "ra-ra-rasputin, russia's greatest love machine." poor evan. lord of the puke. such a fitting song for the moment.
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[01 Jul 2006|11:34am] |
Yesterday's apartment hunting - Sun beaten mission failure.
Work, work... Work. Then to Jonathan's. Linda's in town. My weekend's kicking in soon. Happy snappy.
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[30 Jun 2006|05:16am] |
neurons. morons. homophobia. sexual decline and the summer connection.
i need a lighter. how else will i munch these marlboroughs?
then sun's a-creepin' up. sunrise. sun... sunset. the strip. that's where i was last night. jibber jabbering with the locals.
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[22 Jun 2006|03:08am] |
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Everything's quite right with tonight. Tonight... I'm the cat who looks at the world through mouse-tinted glasses.
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[25 May 2006|06:43am] |
mid-morning hyperactivity. the pep'll die down (lacking sleep). eels. tonight. after work.
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[13 May 2006|01:31am] |
Photo by Julya.
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[13 May 2006|12:19am] |
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Warm nights in Sherman Oaks- Cruising down that boulivard. Half asleep. Familiar nostalgia. Julya and I shared a cheesey moment. I was compelled to write something, I couldn't keep that sap to myself.
There were dirty elevators and a dimly lit stairwell
The monotony of posts in this theme... I swear, it's the last one.
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[25 Apr 2006|08:23pm] |
Muffled sneezes, numb mind. Muffled thoughts, numb nose. "Ka-Kaahhhhh!" The fever's gotten to me. "Ka-Kaahhhhh!" And now... I am a bird. I lied. I'm not a bird. I'm just a multicolored brat with a beak. I lied again. I don't even have a beak. But it taint no sin to pretend.
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[17 Apr 2006|05:24am] |
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... and the room is lopsided, or i am.
easter was easter. pinned on my cotton tail and hippity hopped the family time bop.
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[14 Apr 2006|03:43pm] |
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o harry belafonte, you make me dance. you make me smile.
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[01 Apr 2006|04:18am] |
i'm very attracted to collarbones and hipbones. there's something very sexy about human shape.
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[28 Mar 2006|04:51am] |
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I did a really godawful job cutting my bangs- I could send Leonard Nemoy into a fit of anti-Trekki tactics.
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[26 Mar 2006|04:23pm] |
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my hair's pink again. i can't help but imagine myself as coolest lava lamp ever. i need a glass bubble over my head. i'd fill it with water and hold a flashlight under my chin. it'd be the most amazing thing those paramedics've ever seen.
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[24 Mar 2006|01:51am] |
the shifting of moods from green to red. i'm in what the natives call a "funk" (funk, grandmaster). a hazey glaze over what seemed to be a half decent day.
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