For she once was a true love of mine
I want to thank BillHaverchuck right off the fucking bat for the exclusive first-listen rights to his sweet live Radiohead link. I swear to him my house forever, in accordance to the Sweet Deal Act of '78.
And apologies to TedKoppel for anything I said in the ''they might be giants'' thread. I never meant for such an awesome feller to waste his time. My opinions begin and end with Tiny Toon Adventures, people, I cannot stress this enough.
"When were you planning to do it?"
The best cliff-hanger in the history of comic books, a history practically built on the back of cliff-hangers. The only one that comes close is Shazam appears in Kingdom Come, to face Superman. Nothing in Akira, or Dark Knight Returns appeals to me nearly as much.
There's a few damn things I really love about this city. For instance, the park over yonder way? Huge lights till 2 in the morning. A fella could certainly waste his days there, playing frisbee and just lazing about. The other is the people who come to and from NYC are more and varied and great. I would have never met Margot_Dent and maybe never BillHaverchuck if not for my being here randomly, for whatever reason I'm here for. Good job, mass metropolitan center.
Wednesday stands out like a rock in an ocean. Three-hundred miles in circumfrance, four hundred in height. And it's all black and weird and jarring and almost painful. I'm past it now, but it's so looking, it'll be at my stern for awhile. And jesus christ did it almost sink me.
To begin.
At least six or seven people spent considerable time with me Wednesday. Half of them appear as ghosts in my memories, and frankly I wouldn't be surprised if they were. I distinctly remember Seinfeld and buying 2 ice cream snickers to save for later. I also remember eating both of them before I made it home. Two blocks away.
I took pictures, I'm sure I did. I just don't know where my camera is anymore. My external harddrive is laying on the floor, it's wires gone as well. No one stole them, this much I know, as I locked myself in the house around two. Was it 2 AM or 2 PM? I cannot begin to speculate, it was all flaming heat to me.
I cannot explain or describe Wednesday with any sense of timing or action. That was all this mammoth thing, rolling over me with greasy hairs. Like a filthy, confusing car wash. I sleep walked through life, near death, for a good hour. I knew what it was like to be the undead, I do not exagerate. I tried to build a bike, losing several important pieces.
The rest is madness and light. A brilliant, luminous avalanche of myself. I was fucking everywhere. I'm pretty confident I made dramatic advances in musical theory, biblical fact and most unanswered issues of quantum physics. I invented quite a few invaluable items of great merit. I wrote some works which would surely dazzle the mind. Where is this shit? Who the fuck knows. I should be dead. There's no way a man can eat that much, ingest that many drugs, kiss that much grass for no reason! and still be alive.
Oh! yee Death, your mockery, why?
Tomorrow's To Do List:
Figure Out How to Fix Bike
Get Library Card
Find Out Work Hours
Not too much to worry about, but I won't get half of it done. But I may make a day of it and hit up Manhattan. I should really get back into the whole ''doing stuff'' mode. Will come in handy someday.
If you like The Arcade Fire, This is the hot shit. Right off the internet presses like 4 months ago.
This is the new episode of the new season of Family Guy. You may take it at your leisure. Right-click and save and enjoy!
I want to thank BillHaverchuck right off the fucking bat for the exclusive first-listen rights to his sweet live Radiohead link. I swear to him my house forever, in accordance to the Sweet Deal Act of '78.
And apologies to TedKoppel for anything I said in the ''they might be giants'' thread. I never meant for such an awesome feller to waste his time. My opinions begin and end with Tiny Toon Adventures, people, I cannot stress this enough.
"When were you planning to do it?"
The best cliff-hanger in the history of comic books, a history practically built on the back of cliff-hangers. The only one that comes close is Shazam appears in Kingdom Come, to face Superman. Nothing in Akira, or Dark Knight Returns appeals to me nearly as much.
There's a few damn things I really love about this city. For instance, the park over yonder way? Huge lights till 2 in the morning. A fella could certainly waste his days there, playing frisbee and just lazing about. The other is the people who come to and from NYC are more and varied and great. I would have never met Margot_Dent and maybe never BillHaverchuck if not for my being here randomly, for whatever reason I'm here for. Good job, mass metropolitan center.
Wednesday stands out like a rock in an ocean. Three-hundred miles in circumfrance, four hundred in height. And it's all black and weird and jarring and almost painful. I'm past it now, but it's so looking, it'll be at my stern for awhile. And jesus christ did it almost sink me.
To begin.
At least six or seven people spent considerable time with me Wednesday. Half of them appear as ghosts in my memories, and frankly I wouldn't be surprised if they were. I distinctly remember Seinfeld and buying 2 ice cream snickers to save for later. I also remember eating both of them before I made it home. Two blocks away.
I took pictures, I'm sure I did. I just don't know where my camera is anymore. My external harddrive is laying on the floor, it's wires gone as well. No one stole them, this much I know, as I locked myself in the house around two. Was it 2 AM or 2 PM? I cannot begin to speculate, it was all flaming heat to me.
I cannot explain or describe Wednesday with any sense of timing or action. That was all this mammoth thing, rolling over me with greasy hairs. Like a filthy, confusing car wash. I sleep walked through life, near death, for a good hour. I knew what it was like to be the undead, I do not exagerate. I tried to build a bike, losing several important pieces.
The rest is madness and light. A brilliant, luminous avalanche of myself. I was fucking everywhere. I'm pretty confident I made dramatic advances in musical theory, biblical fact and most unanswered issues of quantum physics. I invented quite a few invaluable items of great merit. I wrote some works which would surely dazzle the mind. Where is this shit? Who the fuck knows. I should be dead. There's no way a man can eat that much, ingest that many drugs, kiss that much grass for no reason! and still be alive.
Oh! yee Death, your mockery, why?
Tomorrow's To Do List:
Figure Out How to Fix Bike
Get Library Card
Find Out Work Hours
Not too much to worry about, but I won't get half of it done. But I may make a day of it and hit up Manhattan. I should really get back into the whole ''doing stuff'' mode. Will come in handy someday.
If you like The Arcade Fire, This is the hot shit. Right off the internet presses like 4 months ago.
This is the new episode of the new season of Family Guy. You may take it at your leisure. Right-click and save and enjoy!
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lilyk:
update
lilyk:
i am not going to throw you off. sotp being a punk. i would kick you though. but that is just for fun really