aha. i am andy warhol.

"Most people who stay in bed for 20 hours a day are either dead, morbidly obese, or getting high and eating cookies."

-gawker

new computer!

"I love America. Just because I think gay dudes should be allowed to adopt kids and we should all have hybrid cars doesn't mean I don't love America."

-Liz Lemon

hmm. bigger smaller. great call.

the familiar.

a few of my favorites from patrick moberg's animal pharm.

"in the beginning the Universe was created. this has made a lot of people very angry and has been widely regarded as a bad move."

-douglas adams

"i love deadlines. i like the whooshing sound they make as they fly by."

-douglas adams

"to summarize the summary of the summary, people are a problem."

-douglas adams

internet vices

tumblr is a bottle of wine.

a quiet night in with a couple friends, and a couple of their friends. spilling nostalgic stories, flipping through photo albums, singing favorite songs, aiming for poignancy, and occasionally stumbling onto it. emotions flow freely and without thought.

twitter is crack cocaine.

fucking ANYONE is your friend. yuppies do it on their iphone. cheap. short. fruitless.

youtube is shots of tequila.

"just ONE" to humor your friends quickly turns into 4 or 5. anything and everything becomes wildly entertaining. a fun way to waste some time you won't really remember the details of. probably for the best.

vimeo is a tab of good acid.

everyone here is pretty nice and pretty chill. you'll witness some truly beautiful things. sometimes emotional, visits can be long or short, but you'll leave amazed, and with a better understanding of the world.

facebook is a vodka cranberry.

social lubricant used to enhance still developing social etiquette. you're aware of your uninhibited actions, but comforted by the built in safety net of excuses.

myspace is huffing spray paint.

destroys any chance of looking credible. you will be perceived as having the mindset of a middle schooler, and probably do.

digg is bong hits of weed.

sensationalist political and religious talk. plans of overthrowing mass media fall prey to collective laziness. obsess over some "mind blowing" HDR photography.

gmail is caffeine pills.

great for a quick pick me up to stimulate productivity, but ultimately leaves you exhausted and relying on it.

-patrick moberg

"They made a porn movie about Sarah Palin and the same actress, Lisa Ann, played me in the porn version of 30 Rock. Weirdly, of the three of us, Lisa Ann knows the most about foreign policy."

-Tina Fey

lost.

lost. final season. february 2, 2010. 9pm.

j.j. abrams and damon lindelof - i both love and hate you immensely.

"Heavy is the head that eats the crayons. Gonna take a nap. See you in 10 hours."

-Tracy Jordan

do you realize
that everyone you know
someday will die.

-the flaming lips, "do you realize"

"Every man takes the limits of his own field of vision for the limits of the world."

-arthur schopenhauer

it's not that what we're doing is wrong
but let's try to keep this here a secret
between me, you, and this song
ménage à trois that sings to me
sinfully
when god plays along.
~
i was sweet on her
she was sweet on jesus
we slept with a blanket barrier between us
master of her craft, i had her laughing like hyenas
when i asked her if she'd marry an elitist
staggering genius in lace
with the grace of a drunken monk
the mask isn't seamless 'cause her face says something's up
but i don't dare ask her i just listen
switching to my good ear and adjusting my position
as she discussed ginsberg i listen and learn
as she disperses words i just resisted the urge to do like he would
whatever he wanted, if she allowed me to
she dangled that carrot and asked me:
"what would bukowski do?"
don't go there
he'd make you his mom and then completely lie about it in a book later on.
~
spirits were lifted when she whispered something french in my ear
tension was there
when i responded in english it sounded less sincere
the sex in the air couldn't be left alone
so welcome to the terrordome
a bedroom full of pheromones
where nothing that we say is set in stone
if i thought it was for posterity i'd already be writing better poems
but i'm talking in extremes
best this and best that
best not regret anything that ever gets said to this hell cat
creeping on all fours
ready for combat
with secretive wars sneaking her claws in our contract
bending every which way but loose with no proof
that anything we've suggested to this day is the whole truth.
~
i heard her chemical romance was a medical slow dance
said my advance was sexual
held my genitals with cold hands
set up the coke cans
broke out the red ryder
and one by one i tried to knock down everything that's dead inside her
she used to treat street dividers like a balance beam
arms spread wider than the legs in her dad's magazine
re-enacting the pages that she got trapped between
i used it for kindling and then spilled the gasoline
now i'm your water boy
i fetch it from your cheeks just like tennis balls
smell the stench of your weakness on the bedroom walls
somebody careless let 'em vaporize
who let these fall to the floor from your poor vacant eyes
disintegrate
this ain't a great first impression
but i work better on page, they say words are my profession
let me spell it out in simple language
plain english
i want your suicide to be a book of mine that i never finish.

-sage francis, "got up this morning"

"Somebody at one of these places...asked me: 'What do you do? How do you write, create?' You don't, I told them. You don't try. That's very important: not to try, either for Cadillacs, creation or immortality. You wait, and if nothing happens, you wait some more. It's like a bug high on the wall. You wait for it to come to you. When it gets close enough you reach out, slap out and kill it. Or if you like its look you make a pet out of it."

-charles bukowski

"the future is like a japanese game show. you have no idea what's going on."

-tracy jordan

social media.

where did my belly dvd go?

rap videos

and girls' digits

a fifteen pack

of blank cassettes for christmas.

-atmosphere, "don't forget"

i sometimes think that the shuffle feature on itunes/ipod can read my mind.

things i miss right now:

boston

new england summer

beach

sand

ocean

the trips to cape cod that happen at a moment's notice

ugh i hate being cliche.

i'm sorry cornelius.

steve miller.

maine, what the fuck.

"It boggles my mind that more vagrants don't just steal luggage from the baggage claim. There's no security down there and hundreds of free life-starter kits are just circling around, ripe for the taking. It's a hobo's wet dream."

-aaron karo