what is up with the new layout for blogger? looks like a tutorial for a twelve year old. or moreso an eight year old. since twelve year olds these days are really smart (literally and metaphorically) even if they don't read as much as the twelve year olds of the previous century. (not that reading will necessarily make one smart but...) back to the point. i do not like the new layout for blogger. while change is inevitable, this was uncalled for. eyesore alert!

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: being chased by evil sprits (influenced by 'spirited away' perhaps?) and was stuck in a gameroom. old school video game machines but there was no one inside but sleazy middle aged chinese gangsters with cigarettes tight between their lips. went into the restroom and there was a girl probably aged nine who was able to divert the water flow from a tap adjacent to her to my direction but i managed to avoid it. suddenly found myself stuck in my neighbourhood looking at weird cakes. :

: was bickering with the c kidz about martin robinson. how he was stuck in spain and not france. and when they showed me a recent photo it was of martin short the actor. quite funny. :

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raar.
fuck you sasser.
fuck you thrice as hard.

invasion of the smashing pumpkins (circa 'pisces iscariot') and bettie serveert doing their rendition of the carpenters' 'for all we know'. talk about emo, yo. oh and this morning i watched the video (yes, vhs my darlings) of swing kids + antioch arrow + clikatat ikatowi + honeywell etc for the gazillionth time. this has inspired me to get a haircut in the very near future. uh huh.

funeral empire

ok. exactly a month now.
and i am very excited.



while even numbered years have traditionally been a bad omen, i am optimistic about 2004.
and you know what the chinese say about the number four.
uh huh. *nods in ethusiasm*

"it's the end of the world as we know it. and i feel fine."



all heil exploding dog.

a reminder to all
there will be no warning note whatsoever.
but there will be a letter of appreciation.

"For the final consummation and for me to feel less lonely, my last wish was that there should be a crowd of spectators at my execution and that they should greet me with cries of hatred." - the outsider by albert camus.

soundtrack of the day : trans am, new order, isotope 217.
ordered chronologically.

sleep these days are sporadic.
the venues often rotate.
and a bed can be absolutely anything.

dreams have been:
visuals of my never ending paranoia.
altered cut up versions of real life scenes.
sequences. sentiments. semantics.
semiotics.

i say - "fuck semiotics."

wednesday's audio prescription: japancakes, ladytron, june of 44.

trip 27.04.04 23:00hrs
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baligamelan.
the perfect sound that was drummed inside and all surround.
i was shivering. and giggling. and shivering. again.
very icy this time. igloos and needles and static.

quotes from tjp++ :
"...ramayana raver sial..."
"...i hate the after effects...when everything sinks back into place..."

i don't hate the after effects.
they always (so far) make me "happy".
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in four months, it would have been four years and eight days.
four years can mean nothing.
four years can be an entire lifetime.

still...
one foot on the white ship.
the other on the broken wooden boat.
...

choose nadia.
choose.

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on a separate note, kill bill vol.2 was not entertaining in the least.
not that vol.1 was any better.
go watch some karate kid or bambi.

injected with the residents.