broken nails and bruised egos
Someone accidentally dialed my number at 2 am, and now I can't fall back asleep.
no, just imagine. after that mushy post of mine earlier this week. you already know that he hasn't called.
it's not the phone call, it's the idea that someone is thinking about me while i'm not there. it's not the boy, it's the biological clock, ticking, the sound is echoing up my esophagus, therefore when i speak, "you should call me" sounds exactly like "i want to marry you and love you forever. our first baby is gonna be named Anais Xymox Bambatta Westwood, and she will be wearing baby sized Comme De Garcons and..."
the game would not exist without the player. hate the player, and the game.
- when you get older i'll tell you about the day that mommy decided to...
-i'm going on an inner city adventure if anyone is tough enough you are welcome to join me. it has nothing to do with black history month. there's amazing amount of victorian architecture that i'd like to photograph before white folks come along and ruin it. also, there are these random mid century trainwrecks that i'd like to shoot before they're torn down. like the pagoda shaped soul food joint on north and martin luther king drive. i have a such a hard time believing that it predates crack cocaine.
-i'm going out with this bitch tomorrow night
-the negroclash cd is good, tracks 1 and 3 don't fit, but otherwise this is a nice mix of electro and old school rap
i got these records
i finally own micro chip league "new york", which i only remember from way back in the days on 91.7 live 80's dance mixes from Metropolis! yikes. i was like 13. our daughters wedding is good, as is telex (not pictured). i might start spinning mostly old school electro, coldwave and ebm.
-B stands for Bronco, Benz, BMW, Bass, Bangles and a pair of Bars, when you see us comin' up down the ave, you'll act like we are stars
that's all.
no, just imagine. after that mushy post of mine earlier this week. you already know that he hasn't called.
it's not the phone call, it's the idea that someone is thinking about me while i'm not there. it's not the boy, it's the biological clock, ticking, the sound is echoing up my esophagus, therefore when i speak, "you should call me" sounds exactly like "i want to marry you and love you forever. our first baby is gonna be named Anais Xymox Bambatta Westwood, and she will be wearing baby sized Comme De Garcons and..."
the game would not exist without the player. hate the player, and the game.
- when you get older i'll tell you about the day that mommy decided to...
-i'm going on an inner city adventure if anyone is tough enough you are welcome to join me. it has nothing to do with black history month. there's amazing amount of victorian architecture that i'd like to photograph before white folks come along and ruin it. also, there are these random mid century trainwrecks that i'd like to shoot before they're torn down. like the pagoda shaped soul food joint on north and martin luther king drive. i have a such a hard time believing that it predates crack cocaine.
-i'm going out with this bitch tomorrow night
-the negroclash cd is good, tracks 1 and 3 don't fit, but otherwise this is a nice mix of electro and old school rap
i got these records
i finally own micro chip league "new york", which i only remember from way back in the days on 91.7 live 80's dance mixes from Metropolis! yikes. i was like 13. our daughters wedding is good, as is telex (not pictured). i might start spinning mostly old school electro, coldwave and ebm.
-B stands for Bronco, Benz, BMW, Bass, Bangles and a pair of Bars, when you see us comin' up down the ave, you'll act like we are stars
that's all.