liminal screeds

ostensible sausage biscuit

Ξ October 26th, 2007 | → 0 Comments | ∇ gratitude, screeds |

i will push the elevator button often as I have to.

having ridden

Ξ October 21st, 2007 | → 0 Comments | ∇ gratitude, screeds |

apple stickers

Ξ October 19th, 2007 | → 0 Comments | ∇ screeds |

…he got really angry about the little stickers on apples one afternoon for some reason.
“There’s never anywhere to put them!” he spat through his teeth, red-faced.

of local note

Ξ October 16th, 2007 | → 0 Comments | ∇ of local note, screeds |

last rebelles show

the rebelles

observation-ish

Ξ October 16th, 2007 | → 0 Comments | ∇ screeds |

the last thing i need is to covet anything.

mini album review

Ξ October 11th, 2007 | → 0 Comments | ∇ gratitude, mini album reviews, screeds |

radiohead – in rainbows
carved from the air like a horse
on fire in an eclipse

on saturn’s rings

songs i’d like to hear as Musak

Ξ October 5th, 2007 | → 0 Comments | ∇ lists, screeds |

bela lugosi’s dead – bauhaus
killed by death – motorhead
jockey full of bourbon – tom waits
leopard skin pillbox hat – bob dylan
straight to hell – the clash
sweet leaf - black sabbath
didn’t i bring your love down – yaz

grove arcade dusk

Ξ October 4th, 2007 | → 0 Comments | ∇ screeds |

southern gratitude

Ξ October 3rd, 2007 | → 0 Comments | ∇ gratitude, screeds |

Twice I have been rescued by a man in Wake County that I never saw before or after. Both times I was in my mid-twenties, alone in a mid-twenties-style predicament. Having never thought about those two separate events at the same time before, tonight I realized odd weird parallels: both times I went to a trailer, and both times I was fed excellent homemade (it’s only ever one word) pork chops and butterbeans.
(I have had lima beans in Maryland. Ho Hum.)

(A stark contrast: Only one of the two times did I see a Polaroid of the shiny blue-pink Area 51 guy)

These are actually nights my subconscious cherishes most days as “Psst…hey, aren’t you glad it isn’t that day!?!?”

This feeling I can only liken to driving away from the mountain I fell off of, on the way to the hospital. With a bitchy dyke who resented being late calling her girlfriend. And getting pulled by the police for speeding and explaining it while holding my floppy arm. It felt pretty cool even when it sucked.

google art: autumn

Ξ October 2nd, 2007 | → 0 Comments | ∇ google art, screeds |