6/29/2009
6/28/2009
desert search for techno allah
I've been reinventing myself lately. My brain(!) is made up of waves and particles. I've also watched some movies, again, and again, and again. I sort of bore myself, but what's the point in that? I could fly above the desert.
6/27/2009
6/26/2009
now
I've hardly been doing anything besides sitting here with my laptop and making plans for "the summer", which I can't seem to realise is, like the ongoing WOW, happening right now. I need to go visit some place I've never seen before.
My dad helped me fix my bike (and I got a bike basket), so from now on I'll try to make use of it.
Speaking of bikes, here's something cool:
With the incredible popularity of fixed-gear and single-speed bicycles, a subculture of tweed has quietly been gaining speed.
My dad helped me fix my bike (and I got a bike basket), so from now on I'll try to make use of it.
Speaking of bikes, here's something cool:
With the incredible popularity of fixed-gear and single-speed bicycles, a subculture of tweed has quietly been gaining speed.
I wonder what he's doing now
The Caterer by Jeff Lint
Described by Alan Moore as "The Holy Barnacle of Failure"...
The Caterer dragged Pearl Comics into a legal hell when its hero spent the whole of Issue 9 on a killing spree in Disneyland. The smirking Jack Marsden became a cult figure and role model for enigmatic idiots in the mid-70s. His style and catchphrases were such an insider code that hundreds of people got beaten up by baffled or enraged onlookers.
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