one year is looming.

Here is the beginning to the story that i never finished writing about our exile from jerome and cottonwood. Take it for what it is. I have a hard time remembering what happened after this paragraph.
"I want to recount our trip to Jerome here, for my own future reference, you can read this if you want but it had to be experienced ( Read more... )

michael swanson killed himself yesterday. i haven't typed a sentence in this journal in over a year, now, but i just needed a place to type this - i plan on living very apart from reality for some time. i'm starting to cry again right now so i have to stop. i'm sure no one will read this. i miss you michael and i want to be riding the astral ( Read more... )

update on the things i love ( Read more... )

For every glass of water i drink, i drink six beers. 6:1 Beer to water ratio. Andy Kauffman was funny. Andy Krissberg sleeps in sheets. Women are superior to men in many ways. They can make men worry. I keep having dreams of eating meat. They replaced the dreams where i was violent. I release my testosterone to the dream faeries. I come on ( Read more... )

Things do not always make sense. Do the math.

One's got a body like a shark, and she's golden too. Another's kinda crazy with Mt. Rushmore in hot pursuit, she's a good lay with good taste. The French girl wants it but who would leave a good library behind? The others...they just circle around. That last one was like a voodoo priestess, and I hear Haiti is falling apart.

It gets better, apparantly, Wes Borland came in last night to buy a grip of zvex pedals. Johnny got his autograph, thank god.

I forgot to mention that on friday i sold three moog pedals to billy corgan for the new smashing pumpkins record...

Get to the Reagan National Airport at 2:30 ( Read more... )