i've been sleeping on the floor these past few days. the dreams spin and swirl like no other. and memory has been reworking itself it's far beyond crazy.

stuff i remember.

:going to a battle of the bands type o thing at a very old disco in a very old mall. i come in time to witness two devo looking boys playing covers of the faint and me telling them to rock on.:

:off to the far away city dragging a trunk. while aragon-esque leads the way and a black cat ala salem pulls a trolley. we reach there despite several obstacles. dragons and villages on fire. and the city is an apartment. we were meant to go to level 4. but the lift goes down instead of up. and in the room, there are crabs. i cut a crab open to get its eggs and it then transfigures into a tabby cat. awesome.:

sound: lots of new music thanks to malcolm

: he taught me how to murder. with a knife. what type. how sharp. when. and how. and the school suddenly ablazed and everything was gloomy and everything was choatic. fire and flood. :

other nights i have dreamt about :

: a bowl of snakes. and close relatives dying. :

sound: the new pornographers

once

:her teeth was peeling into strips of pure white.:

once
:makeoutmedia.com splashed around into strips of red with horses for icons.:

and once
:everything was black and black and black and faces with no features.:

avoiding the internet past few days have been good.
people from sweden are nice. especially the no-wave ones.

sound: snowsuit*

some previous nights.
: was teaching english to a bunch of first graders. i made them create tiger masks out of paper plates and colour them in. some kids insisted they colour the faces pink and purple instead of orange. then i gave them grammar sheets and everything went well and i was happy. :

then last night
: i was stuck in uni doing essays on jewish literature. not very good. :

woke up and received an email from kid a who's reading on some jewish scholar. what the hey.

oh and the other night
: re-enactment of fairy tales. wizard of ox and willy wonka but in a dark swampy atmosphere.:

no i do not want to be psychoanalyzed.
thank you.

sound : julie doiron

records i do not want anymore.
colour of vinyl in brackets.

lps
devo – new traditionalists (black)
devo – freedom of choice (black)
kerosene 454 – no title. no cover. no insert. will be super cheap. (black)
spread the disease – the sheer force of inertia (white)

10”s
cursive / silver scooter (black)
i-spy – revenge of the little shits (black)
pollyanna – effervescence (black)
the vitreous humour – self titled e.p (black)

7”s
behead the prophet no lord shall live – live 7” on outpunk (black)
bender useless – s/t (black)
car vs driver – on lunchbox records (black)
edsel – no. 5 recitative on jade tree (black)
elizabeth herz – on old glory (clear)
fuel – take effect (black)
godhead silo – the friendship village e.p (black)
grade – on wheatfield press (black)
iconoclast – groundlessness of belief (black)
iconoclast – s/t (black)
jara – on ebullition (black)
jejune / lazycain – split 7”. both bands covering the smiths. (white)
leslie – s/t on jade tree (clear)
native nod – bread (black)
native nod – new compositions and arrangements for the zither (black)
scout – tomato (black)

i will trade or sell.
they will be cheap. depending on who you are. hahaha.

sound: bad english

sunday night
: was on tour with an australian family of three. they were fair blonde blue eyed and their daughter was about 10 or 11 years old. i do not know which country or city we were in but anyway the bus stopped by the street and we headed for a comic store. we went in and it was more like a haunted palace or perhaps like dracula's (the cabaret restaurant in melbourne). we were greeted by a vampire at the entrance. i said good morning to him but he replied with good afternoon oh so effeminately. australian family went to look at clothes while i went to look at figurines. suddenly i was kidnapped by a bunch of "soldiers", one of them resembling stephen dorff - the actor. however, it was only a game and before letting me go, dorff requested to be photographed with me as i looked really mod. (what the hell.) we then left the store and daughter of about 10 or 11 years old showed me the tshirt she purchased that had many nice faces of spiderman. our next destination was a japanese restaurant and their main specialty was deep fried snakes. you sit at the table, choose your snake, and they deep fry it alive in hot oil with batter. i didn't have any. i wandered around in the adjoining hotel only to be awoken by lulu the cat who was taking pride in licking my elbow. :

saturday night
: was on holiday in china. and they had the best supermarket ever. i think i spent about two hours in there. too many variations of dr pepper and root beer. our tour group was supposed to go to vietnam next but some insisted they go to saudi first. which was such a hassle and very annoying. :

last night
: something about supermarkets again and buying lots of post rock records. i think i was married too but that one was a bit vague and non too interesting. :

today i received the blogger mug.
you rule.

sound: for some strange reason i'm listening to the lazarus plot 7".
do not ask me why.

: received a pair of ear rings from a really good friend of mine. that was so cool of her. and then i lived in a house with 5 other kids who had a problem with doing their laundry and so that was really bad and uncool of them. :

i am ill again. bastard of a nose.

sound : bright eyes / the album leaf - collaboration series no.1 7"
(fuck yeah this is good stuff.)