air conditioning. angst about being broke. angst about family. angst about rent. angst about running out of coffee/milk/orange juice/pancit canton/sugar/toilet paper. angst about school. angst about The Government. angst about The Internet. angst about this-week’s-bad-idea. angst about this-week’s-bitch-and-a-half. angst about this-week’s-massive-foul-up. angst about weather. angst about work. back rubs. belly rubs. beth orton. cigarette smoke. damp bathroom tiles. electric fans. fresh sheets. grass. heat. idle thoughts. jokes about fat. jokes about going to the vet. jokes about “my indifference.” keyboard clatter. marble floors. migraine attitude. noise. nothing. smelly feet. smelly sheets. sunlight. umbrellas. undulating curtains. wind.
August 2, 2009
May 28, 2009
my new favorite book
what a page-turner
i love it
vlad bautista gonzales is the best writer ever
May 24, 2009
space cadets who don’t watch where they’re going and end up stepping on the hind legs of sleeping felines
custom-made antlers/Santa caps forced upon felines for greeting card photo purposes
angst about The English Department
sniffy kisses (a.k.a. granny kissing = sniffing)
February 28, 2009
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Not much, really. But fun to remember as summer kicks in.
Satisfying substitutes to keep things cool: sleeping in the bathroom, dipping paws in cold water, sleeping under the bed, drinking from a dripping faucet, sleeping.
February 20, 2009
After applauding adamantly anti-academic, avant-garde author, amateur animal audience—abandoning apprehensions, abolishing adolescent angst, and activating adventurous attitude—applies appealing absurd activities, attempts anaphora, acronyms, and acrostics, assembles anapests and amphibrachs, asserting artifice. Amateur animal author—also avidly alleluia-allergic, anal albeit apathetic, and amply ambitious—acquires alphabet addiction, accumulates arrhythmic adaptations, amusing aphorisms, auditorily agreeable anthems, and amiable allegories, all-in-all above-average art.
February 8, 2009
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It’s funny to imagine how situationists chanted their slogans, especially when they’re one-sentence wonders such as:
DOWN WITH A WORLD WHERE THE GUARANTEE THAT WE WON’T DIE OF STARVATION HAS BEEN PURCHASED WITH THE GUARANTEE THAT WE WILL DIE OF BOREDOM!
PEOPLE WHO TALK ABOUT REVOLUTION AND CLASS STRUGGLE WITHOUT REFERRING EXPLICITLY TO EVERYDAY LIFE, WITHOUT UNDERSTANDING WHAT IS SUBVERSIVE ABOUT LOVE AND POSITIVE ABOUT THE REFUSAL OF CONSTRAINTS, HAVE CORPSES IN THEIR MOUTHS!
WHAT DO WE WANT?
WHEN DO WE WANT IT?
WHENEVER YOU GET ROUND TO GIVING IT TO US!