Tuesday, April 29, 2008

earlier spring

March storm system, two peaks.

Monday, April 21, 2008


0346: dreamt about owning a bus and driving around to pick up all the fine ladies i've ever met

0908: urine smells awful, has a bright yellow color

1030: apple tastes like cardboard. forget about eating

1330: return from JC, water-pressure is low, slowly diminishes to nothing. Call ****

1533: water came back on, lights still on, iced-coffee still available


Sunday, April 13, 2008

Lollapalooza 1994

Kansas City, 11 July, 1994


Tuesday, April 08, 2008

"This is the place WHERE you're gonna die."

tattooed on the forehead.

"Let's start a band, we'll cover Swell Maps, David Bowie and The Cure (fuck The Cure) or maybe some supermash-up montages. Like, start with BDP The Bridge is Over....then lead into some guitar or keyboard quoting Tom Sawyer. Let's start a rigorous intake of drugs and see what happens." -words from the drummer of the failed Iowa City band known only as 'Requiem For Rapists'

Saturday, April 05, 2008

Washed Back

I was on a huge plane of garbage, like lost in the 2nd dimension. But I got a lucky lottery number and I wound up leaving.

Then I was found to be alive, and I had gone back 5 years to 2003 when I got lost on the vast flatfield of garbage. It is 2005 right now, and I'm not catching up 3 years fast enough. I need to get ahead of myself.


Wednesday, April 02, 2008

village at dusk

From four posts ago (harbingers: the gentrification of Greenwich Village) retorts the flâneur's dusk walk.