i say i read minds |
'i say i read minds, but that's not it really. i read faces and furniture. i look at a person, at his expressions, his gestures, his clothing, his home, and his posessions, and i can tell you what he'...
Posted by david on Fri, 19 Jan 2007 12:28:00 PST |
not for the faint of heart |
bugsy died this weekend. poor little bugsy.bugsy the pug. bugsy booger. gordo. feo. bugsyface. my little monster.he was five years old. maybe six. so, he wasnt old. or even sick. he died outside, baki...
Posted by david on Mon, 21 Aug 2006 09:45:00 PST |
fine dining |
'cooking can be something as simple as putting a perfect piece of prosciutto on the plate with a fig. Or it can be like the moment that salvador dali first sliced an eyeball on a movie screen.' ...
Posted by david on Wed, 28 Jun 2006 03:04:00 PST |
process/violence |
So, me and Umbee entered this contest. Check it out, its called the kangaroo project. www.kangarooproject.com. It cost twenty-five bucks to enter and anybody could do it. We figured yeah, fuck it, let...
Posted by david on Sun, 11 Jun 2006 10:58:00 PST |
"i would've cooked you dinner but, |
the boss at hammersmith odeon kept me dancing in my bare feet."
Posted by david on Sat, 10 Jun 2006 02:56:00 PST |
the joke |
A priest, a housewife, a chicken, and a bag of chocolate bars are on the bank of a river. They are not sure how they got there but know, collectively, that they are there for the purpose of the joke y...
Posted by david on Fri, 12 May 2006 02:51:00 PST |
hand to god |
it's 1:04 in the morning and i hear mariachis outside in my neighborhood.the best thing is, i have no idea where it's coming from.
Posted by david on Wed, 19 Apr 2006 10:06:00 PST |
a note on Nina Simone |
Please. Do us all a tremendous favor. Do not, i repeat, do not take this woman lightly. No matter how great the temptation may be, please, do not bunt her name about as though she were fucking Chaka K...
Posted by david on Tue, 14 Mar 2006 07:21:00 PST |
we're killing ourselves with this love thing |
I blame fiction. Fiction with a capital F. i blame Hollywood, magazines, pop music, novels, plays, and poems. I blame the simple act of storytelling. The whole kit and kaboodle.
We're so busy makin...
Posted by david on Tue, 14 Feb 2006 10:17:00 PST |
dia de los enamorados |
should you require a soundtrack, . . .
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swinger's lament
'there once was a time when a man was judged not by the leather of his footwear but by the number of swami's invited to his party.'
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Posted by david on Sun, 12 Feb 2006 09:41:00 PST |
