: postcard rock action. and funeral parties. and an uncle went to germany and produced monochrome photographs. :

death is just around the corner.
any time now. any time.

sound : the one am radio - 'the hum of the electric air!' cd

: something about being in the library with spooky people. and my cat changing her name to something weird. and my car plate to XNADIAX. and oh gosh...i don't know. the rest seemed to vanish at 4am...while i was struggling to wrestle with the clock. tick tock! :

sound: party of athletic dead corpses mp3s

: there was a party somewhere. and luke wilson was there. and then he sort of morphed into devil boy. and me and him and another kid went to hang out on the roof talking about nothing at all. just staring at the alley below us. then birthday boy showed up. and he thought we were smoking joints but we weren't really. went to play netball and went to see some christmas carolling and the chapel transferred into a cricket ground. so we left. back to the party and devil boy was about to kill himself. but somehow, someone else managed to convince him not to do it. :

sound : pinback, mary timony, city of caterpillar

: this kid wants to do the same project as me. go the fuck away you big fat fuckin gnome. and some other kid went on mirc just to bug the hell out of me. but there was this cool channel called #clikatat that had lots of weirdos on it. :

man, people suck.

so many mixtapes. not sure which one to choose.
ok. you with arroyo seco. get in line!

xox

: tour of the futuristic city. breaking in before working hours. distributing crack and waiting for the alarm to go off. talking to a painter from new york and urging him to display his work in tokyo. :

sound: city of caterpillar lp. (damn yeah.)

: helped someone to cross the road. she had a wooden leg and had to use a walking stick. went to missing link only to see that it was a hairdressing salon (not a record store) and a real flashy one too. white, grey and silver. and there was a concert hall at the back. and some "famous" "alternative" band (ala matchbox 20) was playing that day. but i was non too bothered and went away. and just before i left, a huge guy asked one the staff what was the best autumn cartoon. i thought to myself, possibly the aristocats. but no, it was 'michael jackson-bruce cream'. then i was in a college/hospital obtaining notes from the locker. and when i went upstairs to discuss next year's subjects (which were egypt studies, the cave, the rock.), i was told to go for psychiatric help. the room was a messy one. and all the doctors inside were smoking. i went in. they measured my height and injected my left arm by pinching my skin several times. they said i was free to do anything. and i spoke to an owl and a few action figures. as i was about to leave, a girl grabbed me and sort of crucified me (but there was no wood). she stapled in nails on my foot, hands and on my belly. then we exchanged email addresses. :

sound : dressy bessy.

: we walked along the streets looking for coffee but none of those cafes looked appealing. we walked and walked like how we used to. talking about nothing at all. you took a polaroid photo of me while i was shopping for clothes. and then it rained. well, a slight drizzle really. and you suggested a movie. a thai one. called material hirl. (it could be material girl but the poster was so clear.) and joan chen was in it. so we walked to the theater and an old lady overheard our conversation and said she saw the movie. and that it was hilarious. awesome. :

past dreams have been about mental experiments and such.
nothing you would like to know about.

sounds these days:
dressy bessy, mary timony, the shins, damn dirty apes.