noble gases and the print on the inside of envelopes. the forbibben transactions between poles and magnets. stitching under calloused skin, lying with my ear on bleachers waiting for that one particular sound to strike.
a 2 story robot. see headline and giddy up.
the muffs, Angelo BADalamenti, Sonic Youth, Faethm, Pink Floyd, The Moldy Peaches, Plaid, Blonde Redhead, Autolux, Bjork, Black Heart Procession, The Mars Volta, A Perfect Circle, Tool, PJ Harvey, Queens of the Stone Age, Hole, Nirvana, The Melvins, Tomahawk, Fantomas, Mr. Bungle, No Means No, Painteens, Portishead, The Gypsy Kings, The Beatles, Matmos, The Yeah Yeah Yeahs (yeah!!), Two Many Djs., The Pixies, The Cure, Kraftwerk, Devo, Du Von Steins!, Midnight Movies, Royksopp, Alpine Stars, The Jesus Lizard, Restless Denizen, Librium, Stacey Q, The Go Go's, Blondie, The Gits, The Specials, CAtPower, Belle & Sebastion, Dj. Omar Santana, Le Tigre, Peaches, Bikini Kill, The Slits, Big in Japan, Orbital, Mia Doi Todd, Revolve, Woven, Prince, Sheila E., Madonna, gotta go my boss is coming........... ha ha boss is on vacation! sucka! Sparks, digible planets, Cirque du solei soundtracks, Janes Addiction, Aphex Twin, David Bowie, X, Primal Scream, Nine Inch Nails, New Order, D.M. ooh shit! he came back early! gatta new job. my boss looks like the main character in bebes kids. and pokes so much somt his eyes are daring to turn green. uuh. tool you you. filthmilk, lemon jelly, meat beat manifesto, add n to x, pheonix, anchors for architects, daedelus, negativeland, hovercraft, jessamine, darker my love, mothertongue, butcher, lard, electrelane, prefuse73, sufjan stevens, the shins, pleasure forever.
No I have Stereoscopic Vision.
me talk pretty one day
William McDonough and the man with the jean overalls with nothing under who asked me to look at his drawing I had just purchased, decide if I wanted a song or poem, when I preffered a song had me stare into the image below and say my name and the word that came into my mind, then pulled the invisible lawnmower cord out of his neck to rev up the engine on his voice box and exhale a song about me which was psychicly encrusted with some of my most intimate thoughts and dilemas and dreams and smiled all the way through as he described my hair and halo with the oiled rasp sliding in and through my spirit, and memory and tear ducts.5 til infinity: