there's this strange innate feeling, predilection maybe, that i feel is the thrust of any sort of artistic sense of fulfillment in the world. it's the equivalent of realizing the superficial strings that tie during the teenage years, whether it be humor or intelligence, or in the rare case of most of my companions, an amalgam of about 200. yet, ( Read more... )

filaments of film flicker in an empty foreign theatre ( Read more... )

you know when you're all up on making a mix-tape. actually, i guess mix-tapes don't get made anymore. mix-disk? eh. we'll stick with mix-tape. you know when you're all up on that and you reach that, i don't know, 8th or 9th song, and you're like 'balls, the 8th/9th song is about the hardest void to fill' because you've got your ending planned, and ( Read more... )

hai-chung, i didn't realize my last update came during summer's first glorious spread. now it's a miserable fall afternoon, my oh-my ( Read more... )

fortified in sandstone ( Read more... )

the crab nebula


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and you brutus? you below circles of violence and avarice? you plotting with lucifer, drop me in the river lethe. scold off my skin with ADSR power until my bones vibrate and let me exist as a creature of oblivion, cited as a footnote in a grand bibliotheca* that only magistrates and sabbatical officers would bother with ( Read more... )

june is the cruellest month, breeding dolor out of the dead land, mixing memory and desire ( Read more... )

the origins of my summer tranquility ( Read more... )

i wonder if i lived in the uk if uk music would suddenly lose its appeal. gnarls barkley has been the number 1 aritst there for the past 9 weeks. hahahaha. i bet if i lived in the uk i'd like bo bice and gretchen wilson and disown radiohead ( Read more... )