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Hopping as Your Main Thing?

September 26th, 2009

What are you so happy about, roo? An Amazon shipment, no doubt.

Look, the Dutch Angle in its Natural Habitat

September 25th, 2009

I will hatch a God-damned masterpiece out of it, that egg. Or an aneurysm. Or something along those lines.

Quit.

September 22nd, 2009

This guy from my hometown, trying to pass a school bus on a highway, crashed his truck right into a tree. He escaped the wreck, just before the ruptured fuel tank caught fire and scorched everything, but he fled into the roadway where traffic killed him.

Anyway, he once quit his after school job at the pharmacy by writing “Quit.” in pencil on his hourly timecard, like so:

IN
OUT
IN
OUT
IN
Quit.

So great.

Alongside Jets and Birds

September 18th, 2009

My sister taped a note on a Mylarâ„¢ balloon. A hunter found her message, crash-landed low in a pine tree on some Vermont mountainside.


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illicit

August 15th, 2009

Wordie: Latest Words

via illicit.

Wuz the Summer of Blood / And the Clit-Ring Dimwits

April 22nd, 2009

With alcoholic mixin’ in thirty diff’rent kitchens.

Wet Brain Syndrome can be.

thanks, Google

Green Moss and Smooth, Round Stones

February 3rd, 2009

I had a reoccurring dream when I was five or six that I was voluntarily buried alive without a casket under a tree in our front yard. And there I’d hang out in total darkness, for some reason completely exhilarated.

Also, the wine store guy was talking about how bad it’s getting because no one’s buying expensive booze much these days. So, just an FYI – no one is buying expensive booze much these days.

Wind Power

Shark spirit round your throat / girl I hear it too

January 27th, 2009

All-curing miracle elixir made from:
-sea-turtle egg omelettes
-bullets fired across the Iran/Iraq border

like this / like this

yes, way

Put Me In, Coach. Put Me In.

January 22nd, 2009

Promised recap of cross-nation life-uproot experiement: Now On File

In the ‘Go West, young man,’ prescription bottle label fine print where it says ‘NO REFILLS,’ it also lists the Mo’ Better Ratio as—3:1. So all those times where Tom Petty is singing from, say, oh radios, into your zone about ‘No Place Like California,’ or whatever California songs… they’re all accurate. It is the future here. The trade-off, though… it’s also a strange little island where the knob for ‘Real World’ is turned down to ’6′  and no one from here knows anything about anything else.

Gorgeous World

October 17th, 2008

When I’ve cleaned away all the grease, and allergens and gotten up at the right time and taken my vitamins, and distanced myself, and inflated everything to the right pressure, and filled out all the forms completely, and called the support line, and changed the cartridges, and stretched, and sobered up enough, well sometimes, sir, none of it matters.

Also: This is an example of a real thing that’ s probably not a real thing.

this is an example of part of my life

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