madeleine

I just saw Fuck the Facts, and they're fucking amazing. They performed in a building that used to be, among other things, a slaughterhouse. The space was fairly small, but the room was packed full of sweaty, happy, crusty kids. Insanity. The tiny female vocalist spit in my friend's face and charged the crowd and shoved people against each other.I enjoyed it tremendously.

And I saw Necrophagist for the second time two nights ago - holy shit! Their performance was much tighter, their stage presence was riveting, and I couldn't believe their precision. Incredible. So fucking good. Yeah.

So these days, I'm not sure what to say for myself. I've been dumpstering, reading and reading and reading, sewing clothes, drinking too much, working late, sleeping little, walking a lot, and living off coffee and freegan finds. I only spend time with people I truly respect and refuse to talk to those I don't. I've been listening to a lot of good music and dreaming of word patterns and nonce forms and drawing pencils when I do sleep. I carry a sketchbook everywhere. I wear too much eyeliner. I rarely take off my boots.

I would write more for you, but I just drove eight hours through ice and snow in a van without heat, and I'm tired. I might pretend I'm a badass, but I'm not all that badass. I'll be back later.


(sometimes I'm sassy)

AnnaLee's new set is beautiful and ever-so-slightly creepy. Go look at it.

Watch The Woods if you like nice little tales about witchcraft. Also, if you have a Bruce Campbell obsession, this movie's for you.

Read poetry by Frankie Paino.

Tell me something crazy!