everything i own fits into one green subaru sub-compact

"fawn" - tom waits

i am laying on the floor of my empty and listening to this song on repeat.

i would rather have a bottle in front of me than a frontal lobotomy

1990 - 1993

if my hips were made of steel this song would make them into some kind of medieval weapon

el guincho - "bombay"



i find this song very sexy. i find the performers very sexy. i feel if i were homosexual i think would say something about how "cute" the big-haired one is. he looks like a mushroom on super mario brothers 3. i keep singing this song to myself when i walk around. in the morning i feel good when i listen to it. i feel like i will have a good day because it. i feel like the little monkey inside my chest is bouncing and jumping around and eating bananas and punching things.

i met el guincho type once in austin during sxsw. i was sitting on a curb waiting for a friend he was walking around looking lost and i walked up to him and we talked for a few minutes. i told him how much i enjoyed his record and when i went to shake his hand he held it for like a minute. then he started rubbing my hand and smiling a lot. i didn't want to be rude and yank my hand away. so i pointed to something far away and i used the hand he was rubbing to do it. all in all he was a nice guy.

i have fallen asleep two nights in a row with my clothes on. when i wake up i look down and see that i am already dressed for the day. this makes me feel like i've got 'one up' on the day. i get up and then walk around my room in a circle and try to imagine what i would like walking on the street wearing the same clothes i wore yesterday.

who is bill pile?

bill pile has 1540 friends on facebook. he has 22 photos, 0 notes, 62 wall posts, and 41 groups.

bill pile wants to invite me to join facebook.

why am i getting e-mails from facebook? i don't have a facebook account. a better question is: who is bill pile and why does he want me to join facebook?

i have a feeling he does not exist. he is a phantom created by facebook to lure naive youngsters into its trap with the promise of individuality and popularity.

i think i may comply.

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here is a free life-size killer whale replica on the dallas craigslist.

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i once had a dream i was floating down a yellow thick river on a kiddie blow-up raft with a dragon head at the bow. the trees had paper branches and were rotten at their bases.
the sky was maroon and there was red lightning behind black clouds. on the soup river were the floating bodies of dead animals. dogs, cows, horses. we came upon a rotting killer whale where blubber dripped down from the skin still on clinging on the ribs. its eyes were green and its big tongue laid out of its mouth.

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here is a picture which i found light-hearted and overall comical and funny.

via perry bible fellowship

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there is a paralyzed woman sitting next to me. she keeps eating food and making choking sounds. her husband seems calm. he is eating chips and reading the newspaper.

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today i bought a heavenly highway hymnal, which has the songs johnny cash learned to sing out of.

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i felt obligated to post here. thinking of that makes me want to press the colon key, followed by the dash key, followed by an opening parentheses.

:- (

cocaine habit blues

why is this happening to me?

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vega will be released on gandhara recordings in the near future. thank you to all who listened to or blogged about it.