Tuesday, March 08, 2005
glass shadows
la dolce vita ain't nuthin' to fuck wit. when the rain pours from the sky's pores: you look up and watch daylight's crevices throw gang signs at you. I did it. believe me. (when I was younger, video game systems were novels).
this weekend:
friday getting freaky with my friend and indie-rock Morrissey, Xiu Xiu.
saturday cutting a rug with german blip composer and minimal cereal eater, Smash TV at this. Digital art and frizzy-haired white kids that mistake convulsions for dance aesthetics.
sunday listening to Malcolm Gladwell telling me to think about not thinking while watching a picture of the word think and listening to Bob Dylan sing "think about it" over and over while people whisper behind you "thinking is thinking" and then and then and then and then...
ahem. anyways....I'll be at this if you want to find me.
