Faux Metal Plastic Spoons.

Aug 06, 2007 01:50

    I feel weird. I'm like sleepy but not tired and everything feels ominous and my stomach is having a heated argument with the bubbling digestive fluids inside it or something. I hope I didn't catch the plague from that dead pigeon at the parking garage. I want to find music that feels like secret earth magic in forest clearings at night . Blogging would be so much easier with Stream of Consciousness Stenographers. I think I should go to bed and hope I wake up in a good mood and not with a ring around my rosie or pockets full of posies. I need to break my habit of explicating motives for distance and disinterest that I'm most likely just be imagining.

Bones Brigade does a sweet cover of No Reason by Minor Threat.

real. ultimate. power., excuse me, swallow your soul, haven't we met before?

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