Something about this is both spectacular and terrifying. It's sort of coke-outed and a bit edgy by way of being-coked out. & you know, a little screamo, too.
After an extensive battle with myself, I have decided I am fond of this strange Lady(gaga)bird.
Monday, July 13, 2009
Thursday, July 9, 2009
Wednesday, July 8, 2009
Post Maine. No Fun(g wah). Love me tender typsies?
Some of my darling companions have taken quite the interest in making sure my current life-drama doesn't take me down the drain. (July: the apocalypse comes early... in the form of rain, bad horoscopes, wretched family affairs, crumbling relationships, and failed autonomy.*) But, considering I was starting to employ tactics from a Kate Bornstein book, I am glad they made the effort.
[But check out Kate Bornstein. I saw this lovey when she came to Sar-Lar.]

On the left: What my ladybird-lovies recommend. Food that is soothing and healthy. IMAGINE (organic) that!
On the right: What my best misters recommend. "I am vengeance, I am the night." Nostalgia Critic approves this animated series.

Today, after hustling all over the East Village distributing magazines (like a pro. I have the friendly-face down, son), Managing Editor Marwood told me to: WRITE A REVIEW FOR THE WEBSITE of, as seen above, "We Make Magazines: Inside the Independents." I will not say more on the subject, as not to spoil my review.
I should also mention that I am a tool and would seem far more slick if I pulled the whole: "Yeah, you know. My suave filangies pound out these reviews like nothin'. No big. I'm a writer. S'what I do."
But. I'm too fetally-thrilled.
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*Only 2, 3, and 5 apply directly to me. 1 applies to anyone in Maine. 4 has mostly to do with one of my favorite ladybirds and best misters... for better or worse.
WHAT GOOD KARMA RECOMMENDS:

Today, after hustling all over the East Village distributing magazines (like a pro. I have the friendly-face down, son), Managing Editor Marwood told me to: WRITE A REVIEW FOR THE WEBSITE of, as seen above, "We Make Magazines: Inside the Independents." I will not say more on the subject, as not to spoil my review.
I should also mention that I am a tool and would seem far more slick if I pulled the whole: "Yeah, you know. My suave filangies pound out these reviews like nothin'. No big. I'm a writer. S'what I do."
But. I'm too fetally-thrilled.
Unfortunately, my attempts to write are being sabotaged.
These critters have been shrieking for the past half hour.
Because they delight in the vibrations of their own vocal chords.
& my suffering.
Note: My moodring is blue, which should represent a state of relaxation.
Moodrings = lying scamsies. But retro.
Because they delight in the vibrations of their own vocal chords.
& my suffering.
Note: My moodring is blue, which should represent a state of relaxation.
Moodrings = lying scamsies. But retro.
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Thursday, July 2, 2009
deth b4 papr jam
Q: What could be better than a wittironic tattoo?
A: Aging gracefully without permanent, bold regrets on the flesh?
Is there a way to have the best of both worlds? Can we indulge in that fantasy of a massive inktopus engulfing our torsos or a collection of mustaches permanently fixed on our fingers without waking up a few decades later and mourning the loss of our ink-free flesh? How will we be kool kiddz without pissing off our parents? What happens when we've used up all our skin-space and have no more room for that "narwhal-having-tea-with-Nader" tat for which we have always yearned?
Solutions:
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