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Edit the Sad Parts

Iwish my thoughts could write when my fingers cant

About Me

In no particular order: coffee, laptop, music, cigarettes, friends, vinyl, guitar, long conversations, alleys, drawing, live music, stars, sweatpants, flooded bedrooms, photography, movies, jobs without ties, writing massive amounts of junk in hidden notebooks

My Interests

Well all's not well but im sure that it'll all be quite nice...

I'd like to meet:

Someone with a soul, having impeccable *and* absolutely disgraceful yet shameless tastes. Someone with a position, passion and humor. Someone that makes me see things in a different way, including myself. No cowards, eye-dodgers, flakes, limp handshakers or robots. You know who you are...

Music:

The usual oh-so-snobby assortment of pretentious esoteric only has two fans because theyre that fucking subterrainean and hip and im not really digging this but lookie here they're so fucking cool, i mean check out what he's wearing no matter whats denting the airwaves, its dice and the envelope might've been pulled instead of pushed but whose gonna know when everyones too busy checking each other out, plotting and sharpening knives and axes, hacking away at esteem... so good i cant even list them up here because i dont want anyone, not even YOU to steal them away from me...

Movies:

Donnie Darko, Memento, Amelie, Lost in Translation, etc... this Michelle Gaundry (sp!) flick that i saw tonight. My mind is blown...

Television:

Adult Swim, history channel, Daily Show, Fox News (note: really)

Books:

on the road, fear and loathing in las vegas, Woodpecker, my friends national geographic book with a moose (caribou?) on the cover, the subterraneans, yada yada

Heroes:

anyone that understands how to make love stay.

My Blog

bucktooth fly sings shuttlecock

we held hands on the suicide patchwith a dusty noosebreezesomeone tasted critical therapy for the scatterbrain enumeratedand looked up with a sneezeperfect corridors of wasted nyquil charcoal lighters...
Posted by Edit the Sad Parts on Fri, 08 Sep 2006 08:36:00 PST

goddamn parade

goddamn this whole parade of infantile screaming and pressure opinions, squeeze the life dry. dust beams of particle fill what is left of my breathing apparatus and lodges mud where health once stood ...
Posted by Edit the Sad Parts on Tue, 18 Jul 2006 08:06:00 PST

Barbour Chris Ping Pong

The brown rays darting off a disollusioned lampshade, hungry for sunburn like parasitic solar flares. An ugly pick finds its way across rusty strings, a tune to fellow plebians, a cry out to all fatio...
Posted by Edit the Sad Parts on Tue, 18 Jul 2006 07:45:00 PST

UPDATE!! -> TOP 11 of 2005 (no.11 - no.4)

Chris's (VERY LATE) TOP 11 of 2005--> no.11 - no.4 Chris's Top 11 of the Year Foreword: Written from the perspective of a pop connoisseur, candy junky and hook wh...
Posted by Edit the Sad Parts on Sat, 04 Mar 2006 10:03:00 PST

LAWYERS and irony...

im upstairs at Henrys after doing an 11am - 8:30 pm study session for the Bar... there are three (one woman, two men) lawyers in their mid twenties who are drinking right next to me. Its pretty obviou...
Posted by Edit the Sad Parts on Fri, 17 Feb 2006 07:18:00 PST

Chris's (VERY LATE) TOP 11 of 2005--> no.11 - no.8

Chris's Top 11 of the Year Foreword: Written from the perspective of a pop connoisseur, candy junky and hook whore. When I set out to make this, I had full intentions on culling my top 10 favorite ...
Posted by Edit the Sad Parts on Mon, 30 Jan 2006 11:28:00 PST

SPOON and Top 10

Goddamnit. Spoon set me back two weeks on my Top 10. No more exceptions. My list is 90% done. I cannot sqeeze any more albums in. I say that as i have Dungen in my grubby hands (i havent listened to i...
Posted by Edit the Sad Parts on Wed, 18 Jan 2006 01:55:00 PST

merry christmas

i had the flu and all the fun flu things that are associated with the flu. This christmas felt like a daydream. National geographic was fantastic however... UFO's, how the earth was created, loch ness...
Posted by Edit the Sad Parts on Tue, 27 Dec 2005 09:36:00 PST

hedonistic prose

a new found text. succleant cinema. gorged appetites. satiated lust. wild reincarnations. stagnant memories. faceless dilemma. sunken ships. hailfire saturation. limp knees. stubbed toes. rebuilt prid...
Posted by Edit the Sad Parts on Tue, 20 Dec 2005 09:29:00 PST

every lost breath

It wasnt a course abrasion. Just a slit, sharp and deep... enough to bleed forever without feeling a thing. the music was playing to the dancing mirrorball tunes skating across the floor, bending at t...
Posted by Edit the Sad Parts on Sat, 03 Dec 2005 10:50:00 PST