It's far too nice a day to be inside but I'm sitting on the sofa right now anyway because I have to listen to these tunes and let it influence the way I write this. My passive aggressive, just beyond reality, I reach for you. Maria Columbia, whore of liberty; blind as always-- blonde in the field in the grass in shadows cast by the pines against ( Read more... )

Last night we went to Balcony and drank heavily and listened and danced to The Houseplants, a three-piece DJ outfit that spun a mean record. Woke up this morning with a stomachache.

While sleeping last night, I had the most bizarre dream I’ve had since May: I was granted special access to the White House, and saw that George Bush was bunking in the ( Read more... )