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"For you I'd bleed myself dry." Tuesday hotel mirror's optimistic.

Tuesday, November 30, 2004

welcome to cashpandapartycop

Here is another shitty blog to bookmark.
I will periodically post music shit, some of my writing, and some fractured images of carcrashfiberglassdust, for all you playerz. Its time for the children to break out their decoders.

My interest obviously are not capitalism freedom-fighting and the stripping of human rights. I like artichoke hearts and celery for snack.

If anybody is reading this then let me know how in the hell i get to post links on the side of my screen... computers are like cars to me.

Monday, November 29, 2004

Groggy eyes and a rattling floor.

This morning i was awakened to the sweet sounds of capitalism. Those beautiful man-made sounds. I couldnt see the shattered coffee-mug strewn about the kitchen tile because an Andrew Jackson bill was stapled onto my eyelids.

(I got into a car and watched fireflies swim past. But I was protected by some glass.)