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Wednesday, April 25th, 2012
7:36 pm	CQ, CQ, anyone out there? Look! Food! (Comment on this)
Friday, July 22nd, 2011
3:47 am	i am tempted just never to leave the house again someone tried to break into my car just now. this a couple weeks after my roommate's car was broken into. if they try to come in the house, ever, i have a surprise for them... that is if i'm home. (Comment on this)
Friday, May 20th, 2011
9:07 pm	Also: God apparently respects timezones and the international date line. New Zealanders will be the first to know, Camping said. At 6 p.m. their time - 11 p.m. Friday in the Bay Area - a great earthquake will shake the island asunder, triggering an apocalypse that rolls relentlessly our way. Two hours left. And in other news, this just in, Macho Man Randy Savage is still dead. (Comment on this)
8:37 pm	Each of you is in himself divine. "...a God who could make good children as easily as bad, yet preferred to make bad ones; who could have made every one of them happy, yet never made a single happy one; who made them prize their bitter life, yet stingily cut it short; who gave his angels eternal happiness unearned, yet required his other children to earn it; who gave his angels painless lives, yet cursed his other children with biting miseries and maladies of mind and body; who mouths justice, and invented hell mouths mercy, and invented hell mouths Golden Rules and forgiveness multiplied by seventy times seven, and invented hell; who mouths morals to other people, and has none himself; who frowns upon crimes, yet commits them all; who created man without invitation, then tries to shuffle the responsibility for man's acts upon man, instead of honorably placing it where it belongs, upon himself; and finally, with altogether divine obtuseness, invites his poor abused slave to worship him!" -- Mark Twain I'm not sure that I totally agree, but. Current Mood: ... and I feel fine. (Comment on this)
Sunday, May 1st, 2011
8:41 pm	Yesterday he was a terrorist leader. Tonight he's a martyr. For years, they've barely done anything, content to let us tie ourselves in knots with self-defeating security theater, spend ourselves into a hole, and tear apart our international reputation and image. I wonder what his successor will do. The president is speaking now. I'm glad at least it's Obama and not Bush. (Comment on this)
Wednesday, April 20th, 2011
6:57 pm	Spreading the word a misfit to this space no religion, no real place i grow weary of these walls so tired of it all Okay, so I know every gamer out there is probably hip-deep in Portal 2 (with the rest of them sticking out an orange portal somewhere else) but when you're done that, you should check out the latest iteration of the Humble Bundle ( http://www.humblebundle.com/ ) Name-your-own-price for what's usually one very good game, a couple okay games, and then whatever else they found lying around. This iteration's really good game, even though I haven't played any of the others, looks to be Trine. It's a platformer with physics puzzles, archery, swinging around on ninja ropes, physics, flaming archery, lots of things to kill, multiple-arrow archery, a big-ass hammer that sends your foes flying across the landscape, and did I mention archery and physics and ninja ropes? Oh game, you had me at hello. And did I mention it's really really pretty? i wanna play until i die don't wanna lose my reasons why i race towards the sky in a world that never ends (Comment on this)
Friday, April 1st, 2011
1:27 pm	None may know the hour... PICKLES! Current Mood: getting the word out
Friday, March 25th, 2011
1:25 am	by Friday : life has killed me If I'm only going to be marginalized, excluded, and ignored, what's the point of showing up? Jesus hurt me when He deserted me but I have forgiven Jesus Current Mood: in a loveless world
Tuesday, March 15th, 2011
10:17 pm	from the rain no one speaks a word to me as i walk though the door i'm feeling out of place and out of touch and out of form and whether you believe me doesn't matter anymore. Current Mood: doesn't matter anymore (Comment on this)
Monday, February 14th, 2011
8:35 am	the magnetic fields - always already gone i tried hard to keep you i needn't have tried it seems you've decided when did you decide? so this is the last time i cry in the dark it seems you were always always already gone. you never were happy you had to be free you took all the freedom you needed from me then you and your freedom went hither and yon you're free to be always always already gone. i couldn't have dreamed you but i might as well you leave me with only a story to tell but at the beginning our story is done because you were always always already gone. always already gone. for the day. dedicated to everyone to whom it needs to be dedicated. Current Mood: this is the last time (Comment on this)
Sunday, January 9th, 2011
1:47 pm	the gothic archies - the tiny goat the tiny goat wanted a birthday party and sent out invitations to its friends but when the day came none of them remembered so it gouged out its eyes with fountain pens the world is cruel and the moon remote suicide was not an option for the tiny goat the tiny goat was very, very ugly and like all ugly things, it fell in love when twenty years of waiting turned to nothing it swallowed lye and laid down on the stove when the world bites, there's no antidote who would want to spend forever with a tiny goat? the world's a leech crawling down one's throat one would rather be a tick than be a tiny goat Current Mood: suicide is not an option
Saturday, January 8th, 2011
11:59 pm	the magnetic fields - the saddest story ever told (day ∞) We used to go out on the summer nights and dance in the neon rain We used to hold hands at the movie show but we'll never hold hands again Do do do do do come on come on Do do do do do come on come on Those days are gone You and I were young those summer nights You'll see the world diving for a girl you'll never find and then we'll quietly grow old the saddest story ever told. Once upon a time we fell in love or at least that's what you said You say I can find someone else but I just wish I was dead Do do do do do come on come on Do do do do do come on come on. Those days are gone You and I were young those summer nights You'll see the world diving for a girl you'll never find and then we'll quietly grow old the saddest story ever told. Current Mood: quietly grow old (Comment on this)
Saturday, January 1st, 2011
12:01 am	the magnetic fields - epitaph for my heart (day 0) caution caution caution to prevent electric shock do not do not do not remove cover no user serviceable parts inside refer servicing to qualified service personnel let this be the epitaph for my heart cupid put too much poison in the dart this is the epitaph for my heart because it's gone, gone, gone and life goes on and on and on and death goes on world without end and you're not my friend who will mourn the passing of my heart? will its little droppings climb the pop chart? who'll take its ashes and, singing, fling them from the top of the brill building? and life goes on and on and on and death goes on world without end and you're not my friend Current Mood: world without end (Comment on this)
Friday, December 31st, 2010
11:59 pm	the magnetic fields - 100,000 fireflies (day b) I have a mandolin. I play it all night long. It makes me want to kill myself. I also have a Dobro made in some mountain range; sounds like a mountain range in love. but when I turn up the tone on my electric guitar I'm afraid of the dark without you close to me. I'm afraid of the dark without you close to me. I went out to the forest and caught a hundred thousand fireflies. As they ricochet round the room they remind me of your starry eyes. Someone else's might not have made me so sad but this is the worst night I ever had, 'cause I'm afraid of the dark without you close to me. I'm afraid of the dark without you close to me. Always was. You won't be happy with me, but give me one more chance. You won't be happy anyway. Why do we still live here in this repulsive town? All our friends are in New York. Why do we keep shrieking, when we mean soft things? We should be whispering all the time... Current Mood: won't be happy anyway (Comment on this)
Thursday, December 30th, 2010
10:30 pm	the magnetic fields - busby berkeley dreams (day a) I: should have forgotten you long ago. but you're in every song i know. wining and pining is wrong and so on and so forth of course of course but no, you can't have a divorce I: haven't seen you in ages but it's not as bleak as it seems. we still dance on whirling stages in my busby berkeley dreams. the tears have stained all the pages of my true romance magazines. we still dance in my outrageously beautiful busby berkeley dreams. and now you want to leave me for good. I: refuse to believe you could. you forget we're not made of wood. well, darling you may do your worst, because you'll have to kill me first. I: haven't seen you in ages but it's not as bleak as it seems. we still dance on whirling stages in my busby berkeley dreams. the tears have stained all the pages of my true romance magazines. we still dance in my outrageously beautiful busby berkeley dreams. do you think it's dangerous to have busby berkeley dreams? Current Mood: not as bleak (Comment on this)
Wednesday, December 29th, 2010
10:27 pm	the magnetic fields - summer lies (day 9) We used to dance like it was going out of style when you loved me for a while and I remember every word you ever said; every kiss We used to sing all the oldest songs we knew but the words were never true for you or was it all a game of solitaire played in the dark? All the sweetest things you said that I believed were summer lies Hanging in the willow trees like the dead were summer lies I'll never fall in love again. I whispered too but the things I said were true and I gave up my whole world for you I gave you all the best years of my life (and half the worst) and now you're gone I pine and wane, pale and wan, never knowing when it's dawn, curtains drawn, hiding in my room, wasting away, cutting myself. All the sweetest things you said that I believed were summer lies Hanging in the willow trees like the dead were summer lies I'll never fall in love again. Current Mood: never fall in love (Comment on this)
Tuesday, December 28th, 2010
10:14 pm	the magnetic fields - babies falling (day 8) Where the workers stand in querulous rows awaiting dislocation I will be there too. When you're cashing in your food stamps when you're sleeping in a cattle train I'll be with you pushing up against the ticket counter window face against the glass bleeding from the waist and kissing to be chaste. It is said that those who will not rest have been cursed to tramp like soldiers through the marshes or that blessed are the ones who leave the stage like babies falling fast asleep so I twice am cursed and twice am stuck affixéd to this corner of the earth. That old river keeps on rolling but the old man doesn't see it, he just stands there with his eyes closed asking "where'd you go... where'd you go?" so wherever you may sleep tonight, be it bed or bedrock, home, or open field: when your breathing slows and your eyes are closed and you begin to yield, then, whatever you have taken as your pillow, may it serve as mine as well. Underneath the weeping willow I will wait for you forever, my eyes forever closed, asking "where'd you go... where'd you go?" Current Mood: my eyes forever closed (Comment on this)
Monday, December 27th, 2010
10:46 pm	the magnetic fields - if you don't cry (day 7) Softly the crystals falling on 17th St. do their dance and die and are gone Millions of crystal balls roll around your feet nothing gets done An hour goes by; she doesn't If you don't cry it isn't love If you don't cry then you just don't feel it deep enough Dying all day in thousands of little ways Dancing alone and drinking a lot Closing the clubs and haunting the cabarets looking for what? Another five years off your life... If you don't cry it isn't love If you don't cry then you just don't feel it deep enough A year goes by; she doesn't... If you don't cry it isn't love If you don't cry then you just don't feel it deep enough Current Mood: looking for what? (Comment on this)
Sunday, December 26th, 2010
10:21 pm	the magnetic fields - come back from san francisco (day 6) Come back from San Francisco It can't be all that pretty when all of New York City misses you Should pretty boys in discos distract you from your novel remember I'm awful in love with you You need me like the wind needs the trees to blow in Like the moon needs poetry you need me Come back from San Francisco and kiss me, I've quit smoking I miss doing the "wild thing" with you Will you stay, I don't think so but all I do is worry Pack bags, call cabs and hurry home to me... You need me like the wind needs the trees to blow in Like the moon needs poetry you need me When you betray me betray me with a kiss Damn you I've never stayed up as late as this Current Mood: i'm awful / betray me (Comment on this)
Saturday, December 25th, 2010
10:27 pm	the magnetic fields - my sentimental melody (day 5) I'm a hopeless romantic You're a terrible flirt Cool and unfazed, you're always amazed when someone gets hurt I live on the blue planet that I saw in your eyes but now I can't stay knowing it's made of beautiful lies But my sentimental melody like a long-lost lullaby will ring in your ears down through the years bringing a tear to your eye Goodbye Love can kill people, can't it Well it still may kill me Each drop of rain 's a glass of champagne It's sweet and it's free When I drink I don't panic When I drink I don't die When I'm fargone it's all just a song just beautiful lies... My sentimental melody like a long-lost lullaby will ring in your ears down through the years bringing a tear to your eye Goodbye Current Mood: still may kill me (Comment on this)