lets hide beneath the table and wait for all the guests to leave. after they are gone we can dance barefoot through the jell-o and kiss beneath the plump ham like fat lovers in the prime of our short beautiful lives.
listening to ))) .o0O0o. a9! .o0O0o..
AUTOMATIC 9 - Podcast #4
3v3r m3t j0y?
ever met joy? she's a sweetie? she likes to hide in the garden between the dandelions and summer smiles. she laughs in your ear when your lover calls your name. her smell can be had within the light at the end of the tunnel or at the end of a great meal with friends. joy is a mover and a shaker. fast on her job, jet-setting from life to life, making her magic felt in the most beautiful spaces between the dandelions and long summer smiles.
listening to ))) spaces
The Foo Fighters - Disenchanted Lullaby
i have been lost for years now. wandering lonely in the california sun underneath my tattered cinzano umbrella. sitting and waiting for the comfort of night to sweep me up and tell me i'm special. the joy of perpetual noon never felt so strange and eerie. just look at me, naked, walking stark and sad in the mid-day sun.
spf infinity anyone?
listening to ))) the sound of one hand clapping
The Beta Band - Dry the Rain
c0ld & c00l
today i went walking through the graveyard. talking to all my friends and darting through the smoke rings that float up from around the large granite stones. it felt so nice. until i finally i fell into a deep sleep and embraced the cold & cool smoke. it felt so, so nice.
...shhhhhh, es mi tiempo...
listening to ))) the long goodbye
Talking Heads - Road to Nowhere
the winds have turned on me and my house. blowing down on us like we owed them money. the wind is never satisfied. running up tabs and blowing wads all over town.
like you can just do that!
next time, i think the winds ought to watch out when they blow through my town again. for reals.
listening to ))) the hotness
Joan Jett - Bad Reputation
The Distillers - Solvent
this is what is hot in the clubs and on the tables where i'm at. my good buddy "the almighty nectar" from long beach, california. droppin' it hot.
The Almighty Nectar Volume #2 | set 1 | set 2 | set 3 | set 4 |
the room is dark and i can hear the robots.
i can hear them in the black spaces between me and the night. running protocols and parsing files too large to imagine. i can hear the contemp in the slow dull buzzing of thier cooling fans.
the robots hears me too. they can see me in the light.
they hear my juices moving about within my various containers and pumps. flushing and spilling about without order or reason. a mess in organic fibers. a 98.6 degree stain waiting to happen.
listening to ))) the sound of dimming
mazzy star - fade into you
strewn about the city are the articles of my destruction. the remnants of soft whispers and long goobyes. the torn undersides of my love mattreses.
you notice how my odd blank expressiion shouts dumb in the sodium glow. desperate thoughts as i am pacing and mumbling of feelings that you know i dont understand.
the hot dry winds beats on my neck while the big blue city busses graze on the grassy black streets picking up transients and proud bedowin warriors. strewn about the city are me and my articles of destruction.
listening to ))) the wind in my empty speakers
Jane's Addiction - L.A. Woman