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Ramblings for 2009-07-04

4 Jul 2009, 2:47pm in News by SJ

The wedding is off. The shaman will preside over a different ceremony. I need to be cleansed. #
Happy Birthday America! You don’t look a day over 150. #
Must get home and in bed before anyone knows I was gone. Will remember that the floor squeeks two feet into the hallway. #
Good music. Lovely girls. Ok bio-diesel Mercedes, pick me up and let’s go park, 50’s style. Little Richard on the iPod, we are set. #
There has been some really good music tonight in Venice, better than even some of the places that people queued to get into. #
The amateur pyrotechnicians (I dare you to try texting that phrase quickly when you’re high) seem to be out in force tonight. #
Ok, yes it’s good to be able to get right into wherever you want. But then the problem sometimes is that you’re then in those places. #
At some loud party sponsored by an energy drink company. I do not recommend you follow. #
Phase One of Operation First Friday completed. Curry. Tea. #
Who is out and about for First Friday tonight? I’ve got a little bit of thunder on the sole of my shoes. #
Looking at you is like knowing the moral of the story before you’ve even read the title. #

3 Jul 2009, 2:47pm in News by SJ

My elevator no longer stops at your floor. #
About to flake on a very lovely girl to go record. The delusions and visions are one thing, but this is a true sign of madness. Forgive me. #
Fun first concert at the pier in Santa Monica. Played on the dragon and ship. I am 10 years old. #
My Canadian songbird is flying back to CA with a different tune sung from the same smile. 3 years. Back now to complicate things. She could. #
Plunge your hand through the darkness. Grab me. Hold. Forever, whisper, until exhausted laughter elevates your voice. Then we remember. #

2 Jul 2009, 2:47pm in News by SJ

I’m just slightly out of tune, but if you run toward me while I play, the Doppler Effect should compensate. #
Now there’s a right way and a wrong way and rules and expectations. I just need a good song. #
I am accused. Obviously guilty. I know exactly what I’m doing, I remember from when I was a boy. #
Sat next to you. Hand up on the booth beside us. Shamelessly hoping you’d put yours into it. I’m obviously 12 years old. Yes, crazy. #

1 Jul 2009, 2:47pm in News by SJ

Noises in the basement, you’ll never be free. I can tell by the pitch of my yelling, it’s time for my tea. #

30 Jun 2009, 2:47pm in News by SJ

Wet cement, an opportunity for immortality. I will always remember that Jeremy Is A Fag ‘84. #
practice makes pirfektt. #
Locking up butterflies for open hand combat on the 405. Number of butterfly deaths from jellyfish stings this year: 14. Still pretty. #
Tiny bright red dot dancing across your face. Duck please, we have an eternal date of a completey different nature. #
Like dogs, sticking our noses wherever we want. The pack’s out tonight. No moon for howling. First to the top of the hill wins. And down. #

29 Jun 2009, 2:47pm in News by SJ

Ducked out. Playing ‘Something’ on the Ukulele under a darkened window. I guess it was just practice before. Who is listening? #
Everybody has met. Final preperations can now be made. Seating charts. Escape routes. #
Dinner at Piccolo. So damn good. And such a great place to take a date. #

28 Jun 2009, 2:47pm in News by SJ

Quote of the night: “fuck those bouncers. I ripped four bouncers in one night. I gotta job.” #
Well, upon further review, at least my stickers will stay up a while. #
Nope I’m just here for a beer. Please move on to the guy that even blinks stupidly. #
Ha! How many pictures of yourselves at bars can you take?! #
Sit down at the bar next to me. Smile, laugh, hand touches my arm. Don’t play any games, let the massacre begin. #
A homeless man by the side of the road with a sign. I wanted to tell him to change it from “Vietnam Vet” to “Civil War Vet”. #

27 Jun 2009, 2:47pm in News by SJ

If I levitated you’d drop something and ask me to pick it up. #
The breadcrumbs dropped so close together. You could have known how to get back. You fed pigeons instead. #
Page 42, tips on how to please your man. Page 89 was going to be a feature on gaining courage. Instead an ad for shoes you had to have. #
I wanted to kiss her again. I make no guarantee that I will be here when this side of Earth faces the Sun again. The covenant is broken. #
The quiet rider on the hill, lingering still, when will he come to collect me, nobody to resurrect me. #

26 Jun 2009, 2:47pm in News by SJ

You can tell they are maggots, they are still feeding off his decomposing flesh. Turn up the music so I don’t have to hear them feed! #

25 Jun 2009, 2:47pm in News by SJ

This status update only contains 42 calories. #
Sigh. I’m tired of walking. No cab money. And I’m probably still a bit sick. Maybe I can just sleep on the beach. #
Just for fun I asked another homeless person what his words of wisdom were. He also said “kindness. just show people kindness”. #
The city is very brightly lit tonight. Almost a white and orange glow. Walking slowly, my steps are a lethargic morse code. #
A homeless woman just asked me for a dollar. I gave her $5 and asked her to tell me the wisest thing she knows. She said “to be kind”. #
Buttonfly or zipper? A girl slowly undoing a buttonfly is much hotter. #

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