hoogerbrugge. no ghosts, no goblins, just a wild pack of inner demons. henry fuseli. swiss night terrors and shakespearean witches. old green eyes. local spookiness from my childhood. boo.
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Monthly Archives: October 2003
the stain-fighting power of ajax (the human stain)
or achilles, rather. i’ve posted my tragic review of the human stain at jive.
unconscious mutterings #38
Roadtrip::Rain Honey::Pie Flanders::Field Far Away Vampire::Overnight Overtime Justice::Just Us Marine::Marionette Protractor::Compass Rubber::Hits the Road London::Diesel Jerry::Mungo (what is all this?)
spam poetics
there’s an accidental poetry in the subject lines of unwanted email. Here is what you would want. Tired? It doesn’t have to be that way? Be happy. Why not give it a go? Be in the driver’s seat. It’s great, isnt it? It’s perfect. Are you tired Of waiting? Don’t stress out. Did you hear? …
two superheroes from atlanta (outkast – speakerboxxx / the love below)
my review for the new outkast album is over at jive. go check it out, then shake it (shake it shake it) back over here to comment.
otherwheres
girl smoking. (an observation from tenjikitokuchi.) it’s good to be here, so doowutchyalike. (old school hip hop lyrics found here.) a free myers-briggs test. (i am an entp.) coronal mass ejections and geomagnetic storms are pretty. paris’s newer arch. out of all of the far side cartoons, this one is my favorite.
from 6340 back to 5165
ah, the classics. they never do seem to go out of style, do they? well, actually, they really do, but there’s nothing to be done about it. what am i talking about? as far as i can tell, my cell phone has gone AWOL. i had it this morning when i left, i had it …
there’s a kid a floor below me..
saying brother can you spare sunshine for a brother old man winter’s in the air walked me up a story asking how you are told me not to worry you were just a shooting star. — sweet adeline, elliott smith (1969-2003) elliott smith never seemed comfortable with fame. or maybe fame never knew what to …
