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Valentin Valentin of Liechtenstein
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| Again |
[Feb. 9th, 2007|04:30 am] |
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| | Klaxons - Atlantis to Interzone | ] |
Moving. Never do delete. |
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| Fall Where They May |
[Nov. 28th, 2006|02:28 am] |
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| | Babyshambles - The Blinding | ] |
2:30am on a Monday night. I'm baking some sugar cookies for my friends and trying to write a critical essay on Cornel West's The New Cultural Politics of Difference, but I'm finding I only want to advocate Black-on-White violence. I sound like a bad translation of Frantz Fanon. I'm full of hate. Professor Javadzadeh surely knows that by now. At least it smells good. The cookies, not the race war. |
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| 11 Percent Said Yes |
[Nov. 22nd, 2006|04:29 am] |
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| | The Rakes - All Too Human | ] |
Modest piece of flash fiction written whilst waiting for my hair to dry before bed. Don't read if you're disgusted/offended by lesbians, please. Don't come back, please. Don't breathe, please.
( Waiting ) |
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| LA's Infantile Phantasmagoria |
[Nov. 21st, 2006|02:04 pm] |
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| | Vitalic – Poney Part 1 | ] |
My brain likes Jean Baudrillard's flamboyant social commentary, tone of ironic gravity, and theories on simulacra and Disneyland. It likes them a lot. It does not like that it must take the trash out now. |
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| The Omni Line Smells of Human Urine |
[Nov. 20th, 2006|08:44 pm] |
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| | Pete Shelley - Homosapien | ] |
I woke up poor again today.
Just in case, I made a plan last night, to help me sleep. I'd race down to the ATM and withdraw the necessary cash to settle my debts with KR5 and Doctor Freecell. Then I'd take out another $20 and go to the Book Fair downtown. I'd sneak glares at the McSweeney booth attendants while perusing their wares. I'd order some Chinese take-out and eat it on the metromover's inner loop. I'd see a film in which Will Arnett runs a great risk of being raped by a large black man. Then I'd retire early to smoke Newports and read on the roof of the computer science building.
But I woke up poor again today. |
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| 2 birds, 1 stone |
[Nov. 16th, 2006|01:19 am] |
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| | The Kinks - Lola | ] |
"I may not have the type of voice you like, but I can sing. You can't take that away from me, 'cause singing is a gift from God, and when people say I can't sing, it's kind of like insulting God." --Fergie |
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| Private Irony and Liberal Hope |
[Nov. 14th, 2006|04:59 pm] |
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| | White Rose Movement - Lunar Park | ] |
Richard Rorty shares my final vocabulary. I feel a little less alone today. |
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| Fin to Me |
[Nov. 12th, 2006|07:14 pm] |
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| | Ghostland Observatory - Victory Lap | ] |
They killed him. The moth. When I went down for my bedtime smoke at 5:12am, he was ground into the pavement. Why, I can't guess. Who knows. I should have taken him while I had the chance. |
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| Worse and Worst |
[Nov. 12th, 2006|03:46 am] |
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| | Kaiser Chiefs - Oh My God | ] |
I'm watching the 2000 version of Where The Heart Is.
What...what the fuck is wrong with me? It's a film about giving birth and getting married in WalMart, for Christ's sake! It glorifies small town attitudes! It is everything I hate and I can't look away! |
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| Revamped |
[Nov. 12th, 2006|01:50 am] |
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| | Robots In Disguise - Voodoo | ] |
I found a sandwich in the hallway and I brought it back to my room. I think I will eat it. It's whole and wrapped--though it's possible it was unwrapped and rewrapped after its rightful owner made a few choice additions to its ingredients and discarded it atop the remains of its brothers. It appears to be turkey. I know it will be disgusting, but I am hungry and poor and we cannot be held accountable for our own conduct. We are products of our environments! Blame the elite for what I am about to do! |
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| New Lows |
[Nov. 11th, 2006|11:55 pm] |
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| | Liza Minnelli - Mein Herr | ] |
While I debate whether to risk food poisoning in the interest of frugality, I read over negative critiques of my writing and wallow in self-hate. All those years I set myself up for this by never letting anyone who knew jack about the elements of fiction read my work and thinking I was the shit because I wowed the groundlings. Now I've released my brain children out into the wild, and the locals are clubbing them to death! I hate reality! Back under the carpet with my creative endeavors. They are not fit for the light of day. Now what? I've got nothing! Nothing but my self-hate, a secondhand sandwich, and ten minutes of Tiga! |
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| Be Still My Heart |
[Nov. 11th, 2006|10:36 pm] |
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| | David Bowie - Moonage Daydream | ] |
There's a giant moth downstairs. His fur is bright auburn, and his wings are red and lavender. He's the size of my palm. I guess my hands aren't very large, as everyone else walked by without noticing. |
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| Query |
[Nov. 11th, 2006|10:22 pm] |
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| | Cooper Temple Clause - Let's Kill Music | ] |
How does one go about validating his or her existence? I hear it spoken of, on the streets and the television, and it sounds nice. I'd like a piece of that action. |
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| Look Up |
[Nov. 11th, 2006|12:19 am] |
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| | Olivia Tremor Control - Peculiar Noise Called Train Director | ] |
I just noticed that the dollar bag of pretzels I bought has a brand name other than Publix. It is Royal Sire. It is the best name I've ever seen attached to a food product. |
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| For So Many Reasons |
[Nov. 9th, 2006|01:50 am] |
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| | Outkast - The Whole World | ] |
I want to watch all the lights blink out, one by one.
But there are too many. |
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| Yuck to the Nth |
[Nov. 1st, 2006|02:05 am] |
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| | Death From Above 1979 - Better Off Dead | ] |
I guess dustbunnies aren't the grossest thing in the world, but they're a pretty strong contender for the grossest thing I have to see on a daily basis. |
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| As Much As I Hate Durkheim |
[Oct. 31st, 2006|12:46 pm] |
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| | The Cribs - Hey Scenesters | ] |
There's a rather attractive fellow from Africa in my Classic Social Theory course. Well-spoken and always sharply dressed. Every day I jot down a description of what he's wearing, but I still don't know his name. If I could, I think I'd name him Emile. |
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