January 2011
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ridiculous demand no.32
I want a supply of old blues music wherever I go. By that I mean to slip into a skin of songs that fizz and crackle; real good ones always should. Body like a vinyl, finger like a needle. Over the wreck and record. I remember thinking who am I to pretend I get them; deals with the devil, bruised ash fingers and a cage made out of ribs. But I got a cage out of ribs and when it shivers to the right...
unicornology is following me?
I must sit down now
“I just don’t think money is the way to freedom when embracing freedom...”
– me, early morning email correspondence in my sleep
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Rorschach
antiguit:
I can’t vocalise a thought that contains the verb “fritter” without imagining a battered and deep friend banana, but now I can’t think of a “battered banana” without imagining a piece of fruit being in an abusive relationship.
The same stream of thought applies to the verbs in exciting molecules (Jeff Goldblum) and agitating water (James Cameron’s The Abyss).
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I'll Tell You In The Morning →
quickienewyork:
“Is it still a one night stand if we fuck in the shower the next morning?”
“Actually I was thinking of asking you to lunch as well.”
“Well that’s just confusing.”
“I know. I didn’t even let you do your walk of shame alone. And this breakfast is way too comfortable for its own good.”
“Maybe we can call it a two night stand?”
“With a full day in between?”
“And another...
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the mosquito list
You know you’re a creature of the tropics when you’ve killed a mosquito
and it comes back to life! just kidding. actual list:
by yourself on the toilet
by high-fiving a car window
by high-fiving your television screen
by scratching yourself accidentally (you look at your fingers cause they’re wet)
by making a fist in the air and the mosquito is now in it. You do the...
“Memories only change the least interesting part of the past.”
– Gregorovius, from Hopscotch by Julio Cortázar