if i was the marrying kind, which thank the lord i’m not sir

April 30th, 2010

Why were you born so beautiful
Why were you born at all
You’re no fucking use to anyone
You’re no fucking use at all

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we used to sing that when we drank a shoe full of beer after rugby games
it just popped into my head

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lets look really fast at two things in the dark and whisper

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when people whisper in texts they put a LESS THAN sign around the text but when you do that in HTML your text disappears. look:

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that was me whispering in HTML

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when i see this i want to whisper the words DASH and AUREL

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i thought i was going to name the gallery today but apparently not today

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not today gallery?

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you guys have realized that we are at Scooty Cambell’s big NYC de-butt right?

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a new version on the steve standard

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getting fun with scale on his bills

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ooOOOooo

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best part of show i think was the black ink on the rainbowy paper? smoking vagina pretty sweet too…. what do yous think?
forehead tattoo?

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nathan (this thing) invited me to paper beautiful losers party

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The Gossip; worth hiding in the bathroom most of night because i didnt know anyone there

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shes like a soft round Klaus Nomi sometimes

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her voice feels like playing rugby

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its pummeling and euphoric

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i think i love their new songs even more than their old songs
and i thought that they had already had their masterpiece

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love is a four letter word, that song is so good, might have been being at a party surrounded by people i didnt know tho thought in theory i should know, but it made me like have “a moment”

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its funny because having “a moment” is very similar in autonomic response to “having a panic attack”

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the back of your neck hair gets all kooky
you drop out of time and space for a second

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but instead of feeling pantinly pursued by death you feel like you have reached a higher plane of understanding
am i getting too metaphysical?

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went home after,¬†instead of to the ‘rump tower soho where scoot was partying
loney walk home with the moon and the quasi-panic attack

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oh. you’ve. got. to….
drink a little bit, fuck a little bit, follow the band
follow the band with your tits in your hand

(thats a rugby song too)

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