i saw a show a while ago in which the lead singer introduced himself as a "protest singer" and i immediately caught this image of a man who liked nothing, who would hold up a sign if avellino's started making a new kind of pastry, who would shout with tape over his mouth in front of the white house if they even dared to mow the lawn. he'd make it to good morning america, the famous protester who showed up at his father's funeral in an angel costume in a newsworthy attempt to scare away death. "i'm a protest singer," he said, holding a sparkly guitar. i saw him later with a white cane, being led around by a white hand and couldn't help but wonder if he went blind just because he kept seeing things he didn't like
my brother, for a pitcher of PBR.
yes.
commercials are my favorite
so sheana and i were out [at cap's, i think] and in the middle of a conversation she busts out with "MAN, I AM SO GLAD SHE DIED!"...yeah, we love battlestar galactica like the proverbial fat kids like their proverbial cake
a clockwork orange is pretty much my one true love forever and always. city of glass, hafiz, pablo neruda, saul williams, colin meloy, richard hell, lawnmower instruction manuals, cereal boxes, other people's journals, not chuck palahniuk
jonny greenwood, frank o'hara, my friends