Alison

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my alcohol-narcolepsy hit a new low: i fell asleep in the bar.
Posted by on Sun, 17 Jul 2005 11:51:00 GMT

i didn't leave williamsburg today!

that's all.
Posted by on Sun, 03 Jul 2005 23:20:00 GMT

the mill CHELSEA

trice's gallery opening! which meant: me, pete goff, hannah, dubroff, jen, trice, blake lyons drinking free champagne and looking at a bunch of abstruse modern art in a chelsea gallery that very quick...
Posted by on Tue, 28 Jun 2005 22:54:00 GMT

hmm.

"i should like to drop on the hay with my head on her knee and lie stone still, while she breathed quiet above me - we could stop till the stars came out to see. i should like to lie still as...
Posted by on Tue, 28 Jun 2005 03:17:00 GMT

retiring

i once thought i expressed myself better through the written word. i was very wrong. i write essays well. i write fiction ok. i write about myself terribly and i'm going to stop it. when i write ...
Posted by on Fri, 17 Jun 2005 21:08:00 GMT

phenomenology

so, this is in response to an ongoing argument andrew bishop and i have had over the concept of a "private language". i believe there is such thing as "private language" to an extent, and andrew's res...
Posted by on Tue, 14 Jun 2005 15:30:00 GMT

when i want to run away/i drive off in my car...

...and i've been listening to "in your eyes" on repeat all day. good. good job. so, i've been thinking about how i think too much, which led to think about john keats and how he thought. yeah. kea...
Posted by on Tue, 14 Jun 2005 13:00:00 GMT

i'm melting

i was really hoping trice bought an air conditioner. nope. back to the tent.
Posted by on Mon, 13 Jun 2005 21:15:00 GMT

please get me out of here

countdown to going back to brooklyn: 48 hours
Posted by on Sat, 11 Jun 2005 13:46:00 GMT

Fiction Part II ("Gravel")

Gravel A. Lacivita Fifty miles? I dont fucking care. Im tired. Well what the fuck do you want to do? Why cant you sleep now? I cant sleep in cars. Jesus. Do you ever pay attention?...
Posted by on Tue, 07 Jun 2005 10:27:00 GMT