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| September 1-10: Dead sweat in our teeth. by mark 09/10/2005, 11:19pm PDT | ||||
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| where is everybody?
[01 Sep 2005|05:14pm] [ mood | death & destruction ] [ music | hot hot heat- bandages ] Serious binges always start in pawn shops. [01 Sep 2005|05:46pm] [ mood | smashy ] [ music | revolting cocks- beers steers & queers ] Repaired things with Rachael. Gave a reading. What else. An apartment complex burned down yesterday. So tomorrow I will go out & you know. Finish the job. Fucking level the place to the ground. 1 comment [01 Sep 2005|05:56pm] [ mood | smack ] [ music | tapewormer- warlock ] "After the Fire" is my Native American name. Though if I was a woman it would probably be something a little less pleasant. "Smallpox Lingerie" maybe. "Wigwam of Slime." Oh man. Extinction is so fucking hot. "Hopi You're Horny." 1 comment [02 Sep 2005|06:58am] [ mood | war ] [ music | 764 hero- weekends of sound ] Soon as I am done hurting houses I gues it will be time to start hurting homes. Lake Tahoe here we come. Dead sweat in our teeth. 4 comments [02 Sep 2005|05:00pm] [ mood | bloodsweat ] [ music | the only living boy on lj ] The first half of the day was spent swinging sledgehammers. The second half of the day? The world swung sledgehammers at me. I'll fucking kill them all. that fucking aesop rock [06 Sep 2005|04:45pm] [ mood | coldsnap ] [ music | john vanderslice- letter to the east coast ] I've already worked twenty hours since 6 AM rolled around on Labor Day. & here's to eight more. God knows this is a boy that tries. & tries even harder to do the right thing. But all I do is fail. It is not even worth explaining. [06 Sep 2005|11:24pm] [ mood | fascination ] If I wrap my fingers with duct tape my cigarettes won't burn them. Nope. I don't think sleep deprivation affects me at all. [08 Sep 2005|03:26am] There's a mean bone in my body. 1 comment [09 Sep 2005|02:01am] [ mood | pills ] Is there anybody out there? 1 comment [09 Sep 2005|02:07am] [ mood | dead ] I fixed my phone. [09 Sep 2005|02:13am] My heart is broken. [10 Sep 2005|12:58pm] You can do it Andre!!!!! not to jinx it but [10 Sep 2005|12:59pm] [ mood | agassi! agassi! ] Just had an hour & a half interview at a charter school. "Can you start Monday?" I mean internet porn is one thing. But that's hot. A few more interviews but. I'll know by the end of the day. Which gives me one- one!- fucking day to come up with a lesson plan. That doesn't involve weapons, I mean. Sean if I get this job I am so going to be bothering you for advice. Just don't tell me to fake a British accent. I've tried. 8 comments btw [10 Sep 2005|04:37pm] [ mood | no ] [ music | yo la tengo- painful ] She left. [10 Sep 2005|08:18pm] [ mood | she's gone ] There just isn't a lot to say. [10 Sep 2005|08:21pm] [ mood | soft ] [ music | death cab for cutie- i will follow you into the dark ] Is there anyone in the audience who has wasted his life. 3 comments Craig Arnold [10 Sep 2005|08:45pm] [ mood | it's not mine but it is ] [ music | bloc party- banquet (ladytron remix) ] That day drew a broken tower out of the tarot pack a plume of flame and over the wreck was a vast white ash that was once flesh and useless paper blooming over the postcard-perfect blue Of all the tiny figures falling end over end there were two who had stepped up holding hands to give themselves together to the air A love that suddenly & certainly I knew I didn't share and didn't want to share with anyone but you your sunlit demons your cigarettes and fire escapes your petals and grenades your laugh like the chime of fire in ecstasy of its own burning and at my fingertips were ten digits you had asked me never to dial again And then it seemed my whole head the dot on this little i would blow like the top off of a dandelion And then the seedpods of my eyes split into tears and I felt a swift clutch at my throat that was the root of cruelty and tenderness worming its way in. |
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