Monthly Archives: September 2011

phuture sound

Disco, Chicago House, Detroit Techno and Acid. i’m in ecstasy. hungover after drinking too much of Diana Ross’ love, i walked into the arms of Adonis, who laughed when i asked for the way back. “no way.” so i wandered … Continue reading

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it’s a great time to be a genius.

copper fox ring wrapped around my right pinkie, and i’m thinking about all the things i’d like to do today. shopping and laundering and reading and writing, music coursing through it all like the blood in my little finger. first … Continue reading

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omit everything superfluous

oh, Hank Williams, you’re neither disco nor techno but you sure the hell have soul. i love you like i always did. today is monday, but it hasn’t always been this way. on thursday, i got a new job. on … Continue reading

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tchelitchew phenomena

in which the Hero experiences Modern Art, eats Tacos and Peaches, and Bitches about Things. Continue reading

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swing down, sweet chariot
stop, and let me ride

in which the Hero vanquishes a thousand-headed fantasy and ponders what to do next. Continue reading

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