Sunday Apr 23, 2006

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8 in the morning and I don't look at sleep as an option.
roller derby hawtness for all of long island. if you're inclined to witness or participate do so.

favorite band at this second: spleen vs ideal

favorite band name at this second: how i became the bomb

i don't hate you, you just make me wanna be sick.
all over again.
to quote the kids of widney high, let's get busy.

take knives to our chests in unison. fall back across the blade that might have mentioned a high note.

i look at obese people and think: butter stick suppositories.
i look at the sides of happy meal boxes and try to figure out the puzzles.
i look at myself and remember that i hate this grin and then everyone insists i look european.

that cool european kid we should be hanging out with.
but you aren't cuz you aren't him cuz we know you.

and i'm the archetype disposed of.
kicking jams on the jukebox.
all of everything a death plot.

the first shot is a warning.
fragilocyte:
bah. i sort of put these entries in without much context. i intended to say that i bought a book from an antique books store and it had a woman's handwriting all throughout, only she was saying crazier things than the book. like not even noting things going on it the book, just scribbling in her thoughts, which i think is pretty rad considering the book's age. there was also what appears to be a pubic hair half-way through the book just hangin' out.

the i hate you section was just a stream of consciousness that apparently reveals that i'm really fucking angry lately. skull

nice bands, films, books, tv shows, suehiro maruo, and an atari teenage riot reference to boot, eh?

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