January 14, 2010

Schiele Take a Bow

Fake Twitter feed for Nick Cave:

  1. I'm sorry that your coffee's bitter, I'm sorry I've forgotten how to Twitter; it's just that I think my heart and soul are kind of famished.
  2. Refreshing Susie's Facebook profile and sighing. "It's Complicated" -- what can that mean?
  3. Hired a bartender at Murder Salads. Sipping his first creation, a Tamarind Limoncello Jefferson, and grimacing inwardly.
  4. Figured out why L Cohen blocked me when I tried to bond with him over his Lovecraftian gchat status. Turns out "Sukkot" isn't what I thought
  5. Hidden in the attic, eating crisps and complaining to Tracy Pew via Ouija board.
  6. Trying to leave Blixa a voicemail for the past 37 minutes. Still listening to his greeting.
  7. Rifling through the botanical edition of the Poet's Rhyming Dictionary. I knew I shouldn't have ended that last line with "amanuensis."

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November 10, 2009

"No use in you runnin', or screamin' an' cryin'..."

Indeed not.

Welcome to 1978. Those of you who are too young to remember those days may not realize how ordinary and unremarkable these events were, in that long-vanished age. People like this, they were your neighbors or the cop on the beat. We had come so far, but then, somehow, we lost our way.

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December 13, 2007

The Vienna Vegetable Orchestra

Via (a little too conveniently) AudioLemon.

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April 11, 2007

dont tlak abuout bookks!

ok so anyhoow i was in teh gorcary strore an the chekckout gril was kinda cuate so i was tihnkign 'howm i gona talk to er?' so i was wrackcing my bararain an i notaced her namtag siad 'justine' so i was like ok cool an i said 'so dude ur like inta teh marquis de sade an sutff/?"

wel she didn know wat i was on abuout so i had a expaplian an it al wen't downhil form the're somehow an she caled teh managar ovar. wont try thaat agian. i gues larence durels out to?

mabe ill try justine frischshmen on er nex time im in theyre. evarybodddy lieks cars right? haveta waiat awahile though. the mananenger got al weierd whan i hit im.

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