Saturday, October 29, 2011
Free Beard Sticking Out
It is impossible to send postcards from the edge. If you are involved in a stamp purchase, the edge is that way. Write with SASE for sticker pack. Subscribe now and receive knit stocking cap.
I read a few periodicals methodically. There is no reason to buy the Fader, but I get it for the pictures. Sure, the articles too. Ultimate everlasting respect for Catch when he did The Let Out. Built a altar for Ronson. Weekly. Welcomed us to Jamrock. There once was a time when pop heroes and tastemaking moguls would talk about what the fuck was going on. There were Raconteurs, Futureheads, every new riddim got rinsed, but there was still time for shit like this:
More on the other mags when their gifts get better. Always word to Big Brother. Dave Carnie didn't quit. Check in with KING SHIT
Friday night, French dance, Kingston Killing, rappin ass seven days. "Catch em sleepin out in the open." Rap about it.
KEEP GOIN.
Q
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Friday, October 28, 2011
Turn the Gas Back On
We are the 1%
Of people who were good at this shit, before everyone's Auntie had a twitter.
In Canada we say it "Anti."
If the Geurewitz, Wear It.
Tom Waits for no M'am.
We Hollerize the wounds of the kids who took a tumbl.
Beloved Aunt.
I am back blogging again, BBQ on Grilling It, watching the tops of the waves. When I paddle out, it will be to catch kingmaker showcase showdown heights.
For now. Back in the old neighbourhood, cigarettes taste so good. So glad that you still come by my old house in the suburbs sometimes.
If you keep reading my diary, I'll keep writing it like poetry, hiding the man I shouldn't be, behing http://celebrity
You don't even have to put that in anymore.
Keep searching.
Elements of style 3D (BBQ's Flowers of Remorse Disco Edit).
It's Friday. Your Big Brother Qualities return from the wild. Let's dance.
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