for home is the madman
I think you know what I mean.
After much hand-wringing and sixty or so Marlboros ... this might work.
Pete Best, I feel you. Hold your head, Shamanzo. Ahem. Baltimore is on fire these days anyway. Word to Fader.
Sunday, February 27, 2005
After much hand-wringing and sixty or so Marlboros ... this might work.
Pete Best, I feel you. Hold your head, Shamanzo. Ahem. Baltimore is on fire these days anyway. Word to Fader.
Thursday, February 24, 2005
Monday, February 21, 2005
Monday, February 14, 2005
Fifteen Miles Later
Miles get it?
Happy Valentine's Day. Says old friend:
"It's a greeting card holiday - yes; but I like it
anyway. Come to think of it, I like most holidays - even the ones people
complain about like New Year's Eve and Fourth of July. I even celebrate
Bastille day. On Arbor day I generally get drunk on a great bottle of wine
and have an extravagant dinner."
Fuck that. Your Boy is out looking for a Lonelyheart.
Is that The Weapons? Because me and them had a strange day like two years ago.
(Pardon the repeated cobrasnake suggestions. L.A. lingers within me even months after I've departed.)
There's a new Sleep If You Need To up. Enjoy that shit.
I hate Valentine's Day. But I am alone. Unacceptable. There's much work to be done.
Friday, February 11, 2005
Your Call Will Be Answered In The Order In Which It Was Recieved
I don't know what's going on with audiolect.
See?
Anyways, I sent 'em a new column. Hopefully it'll be up in a minute. It's good.
Regardless of all this, I went on a long drive today in the old car today. A big stupid smile across my face, as the MG is 'immune to the malaise,' to paraphrase Mr. Percy.
Listening to little radio lately.
Much more soon.
Friday, February 04, 2005
Nobody Told Me
There's a good feeling in the cold air of this Friday Night. The little town gripped with Super Bowl Fever, teeming with it.
I'll definitely be out looking for Fahsers, only 8's and 9's need apply.
Meantimes, lonely you, check this out.
cheers.
Thursday, February 03, 2005
Figuring Shit Out.
Lately reading Hey Rube.
HST's been called the gretaest living American man of words. He's very good.
As far as I know, though,Salinger still lives. (Although if he died it'd be years before anybody found out about it.)
I'm going to get better at this. I'm determined.
Meantimes, I'll find my frog who took my frog.
Wednesday, February 02, 2005
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