Monthly Archives: June 2011

Little Joy – My Disco (2010)

“when i wax intellectual,” said the man who laughed language like i laughed laughs, and i specifically chose to remember the phrase because i found it important to remember. and when i made the decision to remember, a tiny stalk … Continue reading

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dance dance
Disco Dance

–God sum cute ass blondie was jus sittin rite next to me on bus. –dude i can’t get on a bus without sitting or standing next to a beautiful girl. it’s maddening. i actually talked to one the last time … Continue reading

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the floor, a mushroom, gin, and eggs

first, my computer. then my disco ball. now, my face. i’m putting an end to this madness.

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Carta Blanca

before: after: i know. depressing, right? i still remember the night i discovered the precious, just over a year ago. it was right around graduation, and all the rich Pomona kids had dumped their computers and sports equipment and books … Continue reading

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Parallel universes are confusing.

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instruments in my room (and their owners)

basic synthesizer (Emma) PC audio interface (Chris) electric bass guitar (Caceres) guiro (mine) rain stick (mine) maracas (mine) flute (mine) egg shaker (Cameron) acoustic guitar (Belen) electric keyboard (Danny) djembe (Alex) bongos (Rich) electric guitar (Dad) computer (mine)

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she carries me through days of apathy; she watches over me. she saved my life, in a manner of speaking, when she gave me back The Power to Believe

i sit in my room, blasting King Crimson. the new stuff, not the old stuff. it’s good, i swear. but you’re right, not as good as the old stuff. i mean, you have to be happy with what you have … Continue reading

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Facebook requires status updates be under 420 characters; Mark Zuckerberg hates stoners [archive-fb]

things that happened since i last updated my family and friends on the world’s most popular social network:

1. i realized that all music emitted by Uranus is good music, something that can’t be said even of the greatest musicians, like Brian Eno.

2. i dreamed that i was all entangled in espionage and U.S. politics. my older brother got knived in the neck and i was at the White House when we took out a few administrative officials. i also realized, mid-dream, why war is necessary to wage: because, if you don’t, being president is really fucking boring.

3. a root beer float red wine crab omelette fried french toast combo knocked me the fuck out.

BONUS. omelette, apparently spelled “omelet,” makes me think that what i’m about to eat is a little version of god. it is.

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my mom, lil bro, Mandy, and tfp like this. Continue reading

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personal raging

a comic i made today: and an old favorite, co-created with Chris:

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hairy creatures, tagged teetering near sea, laughing to the right

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