naja_haje

Thieves broke into my car last night and stole my stereo, and they left the personnel files that I need to complete performance evaluations.

THANKS ASSHOLES - TWICE







That's it, I'm buying a crossbow.

DEATH IN T MINUS 50 MINUTES



WTF? still alive...

In lieu of a journal entry that details what I did yesterday, and with whom, or what places were found through a healthy mix of happenstance, wanderlust, and gasoline, or cryptic phrases not unlike the one that I began typing just moments ago and am continuing to type, right now, I bring to you Orvell and Tucket's stream of consciousness lawn jockey refugee camp...
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some kind of solitude is measured out in you
you think you know it but you haven't got a clue

One of these warm summer nights I'm going to lay on my back in a field of fireflies and chase the fox in the milky way. Let the crickets and the tree tops weave a choral accouchement for my soul. Whispers, lullabies, constellations, ionizing grains...
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I experienced an interruption in my internet service last week. Letting a few days pass I then sent dispatch to the Comcastinistas to alert them of their folly. Poor bastards, apparently Comcastinople exists within a primitive linear time continuum. FOOLS. Can't they see the future that exists past the quivering platinum CGI time portal? The one in which rollerskating leprechauns gloryhole rainbows of cash and...
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I rode up Mt. Tabor yesterday. Not much of a mountain but hey, it's uphill, it's a start. I felt like I could kick through a brick wall with my wound up legs. That fifteen seconds of walking after pedalling up a steep incline is like stepping out onto the moon. But alas, I could not launch myself twenty feet into the air. Such a...
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Right now the western sun is licking flames off of the revolving brass fixtures in my ceiling fan. Focusing through the roof and throwing the blades violently into reverse is slipping me deeper into self-hypnosis. Ahhhh... I always get a kick out of optical illusions.

I haven't seen a heat mirage in a long long time and I intend to slice a few in half...
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I'll be moving into the house with the batshit landlord in a month. I'm excited for the extra space and the freedom to be, well, me. My roommate is setting up an art space in one of the rooms, it's great to pool together resources. I really wanted to get a dog but the yard isn't fenced in, and it's quite small. Perhaps a...
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Wow, blast from the past.

Walt Mink's 4-track basement tapes recovered. The band grew a cult following on their demo tapes but once they got signed the producer fucked with their sound to make them more Smashing Pumpkinsesque. . . and that is why you've never heard of them.

...and the baggies are free...

I witnessed a jelly-off saturday night, lewd and lascivious. Trampoline plus alcohol plus sexual tension equals cage match, it's a fact. Tired of the backflippers and the double bouncers a Andrew W K lookalike finally lumbered up into the cage. The spry backflipper took Andrew's wife beater and wrapped it over his head with jack rabbit leap and the crowd erupted in cheers. Andrew don't...
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