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I've spent the past few hours drunkenly attempting to inhale insects.
I managed only to catch them, feel them scatter about the cavity of my fists. Release them to perplexed flight.
For over a week the only weather I've witnessed has been the pounding beatdown of pouring rain.
Heavens with a sob story.
Get in line.


Watched a bunch of flicks today, Elephant which I thought was beautiful to watch but stammered terribly with their Harris and Klebold. The Dangerous Lives of Altar Boys was sexy in it's own right, Jena Malone forever stapled to the fucked up thing shall happen to my character role (see Donnie Darko). Josh Homme soundtrack slapping the seal of goodness. Startsky and Hutch was retarded. But I knew that and was mindlessly entertained for it's duration. City By The Sea, but I won't even get started on that, fabrication, born and raised in the town it's supposedly set in and one of the many personally affected by the bullshit they Hollywooded into a douchebag's victimization. Robert DeNiro with a dick to his lips.

Checked out Hunter's band The F-Holes. Demo sound but definitely recommended, fans of early Mr. Bungle and the Yeah Yeah Yeah's do check it.

Crack another beer, spark another cig, consider the time warp of the mattress and I do believe I'm done here.