Buddy, I tried both of your links and neither are working and I tried on both explorer and Netscape Navi... You are just gonna have to burn that shit fo me.
Off to the park for some sun ane harry potter. Join me if you like. 20th and Belmont.
Update
Back. I've never considered myself a summer person. It dawned on me today as to why: I never leave the house in summer. It's nice, under a tree with a book.
Maps. Nobody appreciates maps anymore. Not in the true sense of what they actually are. In this city, no one really feels lost in a physical sense. If you walk far enough in any direction you'll stumble across a 7-11. Act belligerent enough, drugged enough, and any 7-11 clerk will be happy to call you a taxi cab. In a good apartment, on a good... Read More
I'm in no position to tell anyone what to do with their time or money. Of the bad things in the world that can be unintentionally supported by not knowing the issues, I think Beck being a scientologist has got to be pretty damn low. He writes some good songs.
But, well... if you feel you need to make a difference, then go for it.
So, goodbye weekend. I leave you a little older, a little wiser and with the sour taste of jalapeno's still stuck in my mouth.. The egg timer just went off.
The dial on her internal monologue is damaged. "It must have broken in the move," I thought, incorrectly it would seem. I must have shaken her far too heavily. The sprockets bounced from every pore, sprawling en masse with certain, deft romantic glee. She has clockwork repetition, glamorous, and unbiased; another set of concrete symmetry building along a tight thread of twisted wires and forget-me-nots.... Read More
There's a little restaurant about two miles down the road from my house. Open all night, sometimes later. Shes sometimes broken into separate shifts, a constant oscillation of availability and indecision. Id quit going if I wasnt so use to the company; Ive always had a certain addiction to familiarity. The faded mosaics a constant reminder of what love felt like; before cynicism, before scotch,... Read More