"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.

:  someone adopted a new cat and i was none too happy. a trip to melbourne which didn't feel like melbourne at all. and i nicked lots of boring postcards. mostly with pictures of penguins. took the same train as paul mccartney. but the train looked more like the titanic. hung out with the muppets (which was really freaky). and learning ventriloquism skills from the two grumpy old men. :

rem rocks.

: let me slash your wrists he said. levez vos skinny fists comme antennas to heaven! walking in circles. reciting numbers numbers numbers. and then bang!:

heart pounds.
the throat screams for moisture.

this is almost turning into a habit.
now return to hibernation.

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happy earth day earthizens!
and many happy returns of the day to nadra casha.
i wish i was there. *schmoo face and whines*
your traditional present.



enjoy! =)

xxx

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