Dec 19, 2006 22:52
every time i drink expresso (x is sucha peculiar letter)
my piss ends up smelling a specific distinct way.
so after reading the journals of curt cobain. going to blackbird, drinking too much coffee, and writing a bunch of weird shit nobody but myself would understand, i leave to visit a friend. she doesnt answer the door. so i leave a note on her door. not a piece of paper. on her door. something to the extent of "i see the significance of you not having a doorbell. you are here. i knock but you dont answer. so why have a doorbell?" she doesnt have a door bell by the way.
so now im here home away from home debating on whether i should post some of the stuff i wrote while at blackbird or make a stencil for that white van that was parked beside me.
it would say "WE HAVE YOUR CHILDREN"
black spray paint. white van. good times.
maybe ill do both.
or not.
or neither.