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Arovane, "Tides." [Mar. 4th, 2005|02:37 am]
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zebe
[mood |blahdistant]
[music |arovane - tides]


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tires make squish on brightrain streets [Mar. 4th, 2005|12:23 am]
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drtynumbanglboy
cannonball adderley - capricorn

all his stuff is damn good, but capricorn is simultaneously one of his mellowest and most riveting.
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(no subject) [Feb. 28th, 2005|11:26 pm]
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erendiragirl
the prettiest song in the world right now is 'Your Hand in Mine' by Explosions in the Sky.
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Waking Up Millimeter by Millimeter [Feb. 26th, 2005|01:27 am]
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erendiragirl
[mood |winking, blinking]

Seal Beach :: The Album Leaf
Gust Of... :: The Album Leaf
Le'espalace :: Do Make Say Think
Spheresong :: Kiln
A Simple Way to Go Faster than Light that Does Not Work :: Tortoise
May Nothing but Happiness Come Through Your Door :: Mogwai
The Sea Horse :: Yo La Tengo
One Too Many Mornings :: The Chemical Brothers
Song for You :: Alexi Murdoch
Fake Plastic Trees :: Radiohead
Here She Comes :: Slowdive
Lazy :: Freezepop
Jack-Ass :: Beck
Naked Eye :: Luscious Jackson
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(no subject) [Feb. 8th, 2005|10:45 pm]
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drtynumbanglboy
"Survival, with honor, that outmoded and all-important word, is as difficult as ever and as all-important to a writer. Those who do not last are always more beloved since no one has to see them in their long, dull, unrelenting, no-quarter-given-and-no-quarter-received fights that they make to do something as they believe it should be done before they die. Those who die or quit early and easy and with every good reason are preferred because they are understandable and human. Failure and well-disguised cowardice are more human and more beloved."

hemingway shot himself accidentally, arming himself for the imminent arrival of self-doubt.
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reordination [Jan. 25th, 2005|10:57 am]
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drtynumbanglboy
i printed out my ministers credentials again and am now dedicated to starting a church. the holy trinity of this church shall be as follows;

-beer
-kites
-fireworks

and the sacred combination of the three shalt be our mass.

who wants in?

-reverend chris


addendum - with the aid of a fellow minister the first of our holy days has been established. the beginning of the celebration in honor of saint lebowitz shall fall upon july 1st. on this day kites shall be purchased (cheaply) along with fireworks (in tijuana) and large quantities of beer. for 4 days following this date, all of these sacraments may be enjoyed. however, they may not be enjoyed the three together. not until july 5th shalt all the holy sacraments be combined in the joyous celebration of life, death, rebirth, beer, eternity, rapture, poetry, baths in the afternoon, coffee, garden gnomes, serenity, warmth, blue skies, slow enamored gazes, polaroids, curious george, dancing, autumn, startled smiles and bay windows.
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a different summation of 2004 [Jan. 6th, 2005|06:58 pm]
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erendiragirl
[mood |yes, but what about 2005?]

19 shows + 1 festival = 51 actsCollapse )
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not quite a secret [Jan. 5th, 2005|09:12 pm]
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drtynumbanglboy
when it rains
your eyes can sometimes
be seen
wide eyed and luminescent
wetly shining
like you're about to cry
then i blink
and they disappear
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(no subject) [Dec. 5th, 2004|08:31 pm]
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drtynumbanglboy
                                                        


the table in the corner would be occupied by an older woman who'd stop me everytime i walked by on my way to the ice machine, or to get cigarettes, or to get condoms and ask me, holding up an empty mcdonalds cup, why her drink didn't have one of those miniature umbrellas in it.  and i'd look around at the drab surroundings and the other listless occupants of the motel and wonder why, out of all of them, she decided i was the cabana boy. 

i'd tell her we'd run out, but i'd be back soon with more.


my cabana boy customer service award is still in the mail, too.


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(no subject) [Nov. 25th, 2004|11:31 pm]
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drtynumbanglboy
[music |datathief - bandwidth]


not often, but sometimes, it's wonderful to stay completely alone on a grey grey day.  the kind where the sea and sky embrace and color each the same sort of gunmetal hue.  when you turn into the wind coming off the beach and it makes your eyes water, and you put up your collar, cigarette smoke whisked away as hair is blown into your eyes and you sit down to write lines like
                                                             
 
 
                                                   
"because you leave before the sun can even bear to be seen, the flowers are more like an unnoticed gesture.  a wave goodbye after the car turns the corner, a bless-you the day after a sneeze, silly thing to do, those flowers in the dark..."


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