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the black panthers, known for their black radical poltics in the zany era of the 1960's, are now coming out with a hot sauce called 'burn, baby, burn', the phrase intended to commemorate the riots.
more info.
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[08 Jun 2005|08:08pm] |
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if love is the drug- the brian jonestown massacre |
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wretched in airless solitude, iwant to call you, but if you hear my voice you will unplug your telephone and lie awake until morning.
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| an update with no pictures! |
[14 Mar 2005|03:00pm] |
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san francisco:
it was lovely. the first night there, adam and i got sushi and drank saki. bought weed, vapourised!
the second day he kissed me and it was really lovely.
for about 4 days we were ill with a stomach bug and he cleaned up my vomit.
i was sick and sort of overlsept my flight home on sunday so i stayed an extra day.
we went thrifting in the mission, i bought a blue shawl with roses handpainted on it.
we found him a wallet in some sketchy korean store. it was red with a rainbow and "san francisco" written on it.
he showed me all this art in this alley way.
we split a one dollar samosa. we went to the park where we saw a bunch of people he knew, and sat on a blanket with them and enjoyed all the sunshine. there was a show in the park while we were there. shitty pop punkish stuff.
we saw two girls there that adam knew that gave us girl scout cookies and wine. and then we sat high on a hill in the park and watched the show from afar and smoked weed with two of his friends. he held my hand a lot which made my heart really happy.
after that we decided we wanted a burrito and we saw his friend scott and some girl scott had visiting him from LA.
we ate burritos and drank really great horchata and talked.
i miss him. i wish he were closer.
he would be my best friend.
and back to michigan:
i went and saw pas/cal the other nite. it was pretty great. there was a crazy midget there.
asobi seksu opened for them and that was great. really droney. a lot better than the record.
then there was hardcore detroit, a break dancing group out of detroit.
it took us two hours to get back to ann arbor because it was snowing so hard.
i got a ticket for making an illegal left turn.
the cop took my fake ID, and kristine had left her bowl in my glove compartment...
so when i went to get out my registration and proof of insurance (neither of which i had)the bowl came out.
there was also an eight of weed in my change purse when i went to get my ID out.
yes.
gosh. also kid krupa from the revillos died. anyone who knows me knows how much i dig the revillos.
look at him!
in general, i love life and things are great.
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[17 Nov 2004|10:12pm] |
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oh man
oh man
ohmanohmanohmanohmanohmanohman
i want to go to the new orleans for a whole year
drink whiskey.
and learn to play banjo from a 90 year old black man sitting on his porch.
and ill play banjo like im bargaining with the devil for my soul.
ill play banjo for the crawfish until they dance.
ill play until my fingers start to bleed.
oh man.
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i left the old journal.
because i still wanted a journal. but not that one that i had had since i was 14. because im not 14 now. im almost 19 and i can't believe how much time has passed.
there's a boy sleeping in my bed behind me. we have been together for a year.
i live by myself in a flat in ann arbor.
i am majouring in pre-law.
i have fond memories.
i still have a hippo.
i'm not depressed and crazy anymore.
my parents pay my rent.
i am upper middleclass and i am not ashamed to admit it anymore.
i watch a lot of tv.
i listen to lots of girl bands.
i can't believe i'm happy.
i saved some of my old journal entries. so i won't forget how i felt at random times in my life.
i notice. [06 Nov 2002|11:43pm]
kids in the backseats of cars with their hands up each others shirts.
while i sat in the rain in the park by the hedges. feeling like a pervert sipping out of aeroplane bottles and feeling heat crowd around me like a million tiny bodies.
i remember it raining and the air turning cold and i remember black hoodie pulled around me tite. and i remember the way your lips tasted like sugary pink lemonade and i put my hand on the back of your neck, cool against your warm. and you said my eyes were tiny predatours and you were scared when they opened suddenly in the night, seeking you out.
you said my lips are soulsucking and that i fed on nothing but fear.
you called me tigress when you meant to scream my name.
just for the occasion. [04 Apr 2003|11:31pm]
we could fill ashtrays as fast as they made them and watch the sun melt the sky into orange, like gooey sticky popsicle....a perverse day glo sugar orange.....melting into a thick puddle on a hot day.... we can watch the fire skies singe into black....
you could tell me that the sky is a cigarette and it burns down. and that one day the whole thing willl turn to ashes....and drop down on us like suffocating snowflakes because god is chainsmoking..... white hot days.... into ash smeared black nights.....
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