How I wish…
Friday, January 27th, 2006Posted in Nothingness
Joy and woe are woven fine,
A clothing for the soul divine.
Under every grief and pine
Runs a joy with silken twine.
William Blake - Auguries of Innocence
Joy and woe are woven fine,
A clothing for the soul divine.
Under every grief and pine
Runs a joy with silken twine.
William Blake - Auguries of Innocence
Camel. Straw. Back. Snap.
Fuck it. Fuck this. Fuck you all. Fuck. FUCK.
It don’t work that way… you earn your daily bread… how you eventually accomplish that may be very mundane, or very suprising.
For example, last week, I earned my daily bread translating a movie. Granted, I also earned my daily coffee and cigarettes, and my nightly nightcap that way as well..
Next week, I might earn it […]
Aren’t homos supposed to be infinitely better dressers than heteros? Isn’t it supposed to be a fact that their fashion sense is envied by everyone else?
I saw a guy today wearing a pink scarf, a red handbag with flowers etched on it and a purple umbrella. What’s worse, he wore a green belt and brown […]
(continue reading)“I need to put the tripod mount on my modded disposable and take it out shooting” (from chat)
Even that sounds sexual. God have mercy!
When does a cliche stop being one?
I haven’t met a single girl who doesn’t like to have long phone conversations… does that mean that I can state that as a fact when referring to my own personal experience?
I also enjoy long phone conversations…. what does THAT mean? Does it void the cliche? what? WHAT!?!?!?
I injured myself in drama group yesterday. I haven’t been hurt in ages, but yesterday, while “acting”, I managed to twist my thumb, cut open my upper lip, and bump my nose. All whithin two minutes.
Ok, let me rewind. We start out every rehearsal with some “acting exercises”. Occasionally, these include games. It was during […]
However, democracy is a shelter behind which hypocrites hide, measure legitimacy, and weigh righteousness based on the numbers of the ill-informed masses.
(continue reading)the absolute funniest blonde joke. ever. EVER.
(continue reading)Queen Carla had arrived a week ago. Tonigh, her royal consorts were delivered, the numbers are complete and court has convened. Carla is my camera, an old Canon A-1 SLR, full with several lenses, filters, add-ons, etc… it was THE camera to have in the very late 70s, early 80s, and has since developed into […]
(continue reading)I had read about this somewhere, a few days before, and was wondering how to get my hands on an account (since Thursday, it’s been in invite-only beta mode…) when I read Mark’s announcement that he had invites to spare. Perfect.
Thanks to Mark, I am now a beta user over at Newsvine, a modern news […]
From DoCopenhagen: Top 50 Music Videos Of 2005.
(1)If I shaved off my pubes, and tattooed “Realm of R” there… would you say I’m superficial or too self-involved, would you say I’m crazy, or would you tell me whatever I want to hear just so that I wouldn’t show you?
PS: Amo just turned 21 a couple of days ago. She can legally drink […]
The show ends, the theme music comes on, the credits roll, they break for advertisements…
In all TV interviews, regardless of the situation, or topic, the host and guest always act as if they’re talking, very emphatically, as soon as you can’t here them for one of the above-listed reasons… A 3-hour interview, and they still […]
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Well, at least they’re trying.
4:21am. Can’t sleep.
I tumbled around in bed for an hour or so, and then decided, fuck it, I’m not forcing myself to sleep. Naturally, the moment I slipped under the sheets, my brain (conscience) went into overdrive.
It started out with thoughts about my Thesis. It’s not going too well, every pothole is magically magnified into […]
boo fucking hoo…
I don’t hold much by resolutions or plans… but I do see improvements and potential, and I realise the time for seizing is now…
On the 10th-18th-whateverth floor… overlooking the breathing, crackling giant that is berlin… we danced well into the morning of January the first, 2006.
On the way home, I inhaled a deep […]
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