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wolven7Portishead - [Small]--- If I were in market research for a large tech firm, or, perhaps, several of them, I would be reading this page, right here.
Moxy Früvous - [Jared (The Wild Boy)]--- That, and many other things, would allow my clients to know that there is, in fat, a base for these kinds of things, a retail market for it.
Fuck "cool hunting," people. Just pay the fuck attention.
Dreams of being out at the Vortex, only it was combined with Flannigan's. (Hum - [Stars]). A drunk started hanging all over me, asking me for money, after I'd gotten too drunk, myself, and had trouble useing the bathroom, because I couldn't see straight or hold up my head. He wanted money to buy more scratch-off tickets, and I yelled in his ear, as loud as I could, that he needed to Fuck Off. I felt bad, afterward, until the waitstaff told me that he'd been doing that, all day, and that now I had a problem. I asked "Does he sit alone in his basement, all day, reading, and rendering and making candles out of human fat? 'Cause if not, I've met creepier."
I left the Vortex, and the corner of Moreland and Euclid was a MARTA station, with those big wooden pallett partitions, to indicate construction, up in front. There were a lot of old people, and they tried to hide behind the partitions, as I came near, but I was just looking for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
mech_angel and lord_of_smoking. (Blondie - [Tide Is High]). I went around the partition, knowing that it would scare one of the little old ladies, and kind of taking pleasure in it, until I saw that mech_angel wasn't there, and then I was confused. I needed to go into the station, but I knew that I'd miss her, as we both looked for each other.
Woke up feeling like I wrenched my shoulder, in my sleep. Or like maybe someone punched me in it, as hard as they could.
Good morning. I think it's time for coffee, waffles, and bacon.
We're heading up to DC, tomorrow, and I have that general sense of unease which takes me the day before any trip. Especially so, here, because I'm less than a month into my new place of residence.
KMFDM - [Skurk]--- Anyway. Breakfast.
[10.22am: Blondie - [(I'm Always Touched by Your) Presence Dear]--- I almost forgot. You need to watch this:
That's all.]
Moxy Früvous - [Jared (The Wild Boy)]--- That, and many other things, would allow my clients to know that there is, in fat, a base for these kinds of things, a retail market for it.
Fuck "cool hunting," people. Just pay the fuck attention.
Dreams of being out at the Vortex, only it was combined with Flannigan's. (Hum - [Stars]). A drunk started hanging all over me, asking me for money, after I'd gotten too drunk, myself, and had trouble useing the bathroom, because I couldn't see straight or hold up my head. He wanted money to buy more scratch-off tickets, and I yelled in his ear, as loud as I could, that he needed to Fuck Off. I felt bad, afterward, until the waitstaff told me that he'd been doing that, all day, and that now I had a problem. I asked "Does he sit alone in his basement, all day, reading, and rendering and making candles out of human fat? 'Cause if not, I've met creepier."
I left the Vortex, and the corner of Moreland and Euclid was a MARTA station, with those big wooden pallett partitions, to indicate construction, up in front. There were a lot of old people, and they tried to hide behind the partitions, as I came near, but I was just looking for
mech_angel and lord_of_smoking. (Blondie - [Tide Is High]). I went around the partition, knowing that it would scare one of the little old ladies, and kind of taking pleasure in it, until I saw that mech_angel wasn't there, and then I was confused. I needed to go into the station, but I knew that I'd miss her, as we both looked for each other.Woke up feeling like I wrenched my shoulder, in my sleep. Or like maybe someone punched me in it, as hard as they could.
Good morning. I think it's time for coffee, waffles, and bacon.
We're heading up to DC, tomorrow, and I have that general sense of unease which takes me the day before any trip. Especially so, here, because I'm less than a month into my new place of residence.
KMFDM - [Skurk]--- Anyway. Breakfast.
[10.22am: Blondie - [(I'm Always Touched by Your) Presence Dear]--- I almost forgot. You need to watch this:
That's all.]
