- It is possible to have a bad day with good vibes.
- However, due to the nature of bad vibes, it is significantly more difficult to have a good day with bad vibes.
- Bad vibes are worse than a bad day.
Thursday, October 25, 2007
Definition Expansion
Today I encountered an interesting paradox: my day was definitionally bad, but the vibes were good.
Friday, October 19, 2007
Unwrapped
It's Patronus in the air. You wish your heart could beat like this, because they're waving wands up there, spinning in cauldrons with spells in their lungs.
It's run and chase, cause and effect, hide and seek, smiling and sorrow. She tickles her bass and it laughs softly, deeply... underground, through the earth, deeply, anthropologizing, not apologizing, deeply. Jazz gibberish comes from rawness, a geyser, striking oil. Hers is like ribbon, his is like raindrops.
Every blood's beat is a gift to you. You can't ask if you want to know... sorry... don't be.
It's run and chase, cause and effect, hide and seek, smiling and sorrow. She tickles her bass and it laughs softly, deeply... underground, through the earth, deeply, anthropologizing, not apologizing, deeply. Jazz gibberish comes from rawness, a geyser, striking oil. Hers is like ribbon, his is like raindrops.
Every blood's beat is a gift to you. You can't ask if you want to know... sorry... don't be.
Saturday, October 13, 2007
Winner Time Super Glory Mecha Battle
Team A
Werewolf pirates *
Zombie bassists
10,000 clones of Art Garfunkel
Angry lesbian witches
Razor worms
Parasitic ball of cotton candy
A 14-year-old boy named Thomas who can magically produce Jello at will
The common cold
The Ministry of Magic
My dad
Windex
Team B
Vampire ninjas *
Banshee drag queens
Catholic saints on Harleys
Flesh-eating ants
J-Pop Transformers
30-foot-tall cock and balls
The San Francisco Symphony
Everyone at Lovefest
10 tons of kelp
Skeletons with nunchucks
Acid rainstorms
* Herein lies the Beef
READY
FIGHT
Werewolf pirates *
Zombie bassists
10,000 clones of Art Garfunkel
Angry lesbian witches
Razor worms
Parasitic ball of cotton candy
A 14-year-old boy named Thomas who can magically produce Jello at will
The common cold
The Ministry of Magic
My dad
Windex
Team B
Vampire ninjas *
Banshee drag queens
Catholic saints on Harleys
Flesh-eating ants
J-Pop Transformers
30-foot-tall cock and balls
The San Francisco Symphony
Everyone at Lovefest
10 tons of kelp
Skeletons with nunchucks
Acid rainstorms
* Herein lies the Beef
READY
FIGHT
TESS IN THE POURING RAIN
It's indulgent self-abuse and a 20-dollar skirt. It's yellow and spicy and it's like laying on the carpet and looking up. It's eating white pills and white food, soothing. It's being 50 feet tall and gliding with each foot on parallel railroads.
It's living in my frontal lobe. I imagine my brain, swollen with pain.
It's living in my frontal lobe. I imagine my brain, swollen with pain.
Friday, October 12, 2007
Because
I woke up gently five minutes before my alarm went off. I wrote down a strange quote from my dream, put a raincoat on and went into the rain and the dark at 6:30 to walk a geriatric husky that does not belong to me, listening to Abbey Road. These good vibes are very persistent.
Wednesday, October 10, 2007
House
It's very easy to kill. Where I am now, I could kill myself or my little brother without much difficulty. As humans are usually tempted by what's easy, it's surprising that murder doesn't happen more often.
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