Beautiful or weird, beautiful or weird, beautiful or weird. Three of the clock in o' morning and I am staring at the silky golden literal lion's mane of a coif on this model, and I am up too late, because it seems like several furry pounds of awesome on one's head.


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I know, I know, I disappeared, I stepped back into the ephemera, into the ephemeral, like ever so many cotton-swabbed early morning clouds, but now, howabout this, howabout I'm wide awake, it's morning?

(It's a shift in scale, that's all. It's a restructuring of time sensitive activities, it's a organic withering of some and a green sprouting of ( Read more... )

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Happy Buy Some Beer For A Teen Day!

I love those, and I wish I had thought of writing them, and I liked this one particularly well. Such...something. Like the loudest delusion that guy can muster.

“We’re all underage,” he’ll say. “But we wanna get drunk and have the time of our lives.”

Say, “Well, you will need alcohol you’re right about that.”

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• Things I Like About My  Camera:That, when you want to delete every single picture from the memory card, they make you pay very close attention. You select delete, navigate to yes, and if you press delete again it turns into multi/all delete, but then you have to navigate down for to delete all, and then you have to navigate up again for a ( Read more... )

  Let's go over the minutia, and let the great lumpen things take care of themselves.

First on the agenda,  my latest disappointment:

• lack of friends and/or aquaintances encounter'd on Last.fm. For the sake of my "scrobbling", as they refer to it, feel free to shuffle off and do something about this if you've already got an account there. I'd be the ( Read more... )

Would probably somehow manage to be better if I knew the Finnish language.

They look so peaceful like that.


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  You'd think I'd be a bit softer on the Supes. I just read It's A Bird, and I actually thought it was masterful. It softened me up towards our Man in Blue, at his role as an outsider, at that visible reminder of the duality of how you appear and who you are.  The author as a character, wandering around the city, talking to his neighbors and ( Read more... )