Thursday, June 29th, 2006
Horse Mountain was supposed to be a mountain made of horse carcasses, not whatever the hell it was you constructed in your twisted excuse for a mind.
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Horse Mountain was supposed to be a mountain made of horse carcasses, not whatever the hell it was you constructed in your twisted excuse for a mind.
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Can you really be suicidal if instead of walking into traffic you go to the grocery store and buy granola bars and organic breakfast cereal?
It was a weekend filled with episodes of sleep occurring at random moments. Thank God my monkey chauffeur was there to avert tragedy.
Whatever it is, I guess I’ll choose the latter.
Bob Hund – Tralala lilla molntuss, kom hit skall du fa? en puss
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“Oh yeah, when I’m not doing this I’m busy calculating the velocity of spam.”
She became impossibly tiny and floated away on a dust mote. I couldn’t even tell if she was waving goodbye.
It was really really fucking sad.
Xiu Xiu – Hello from Eau Claire
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I thought it might be something great, but it was just a bottle of hot sauce inside a tiny casket.
Things I am about to consume (a list):
One (1) MorningStar Farms brand veggie corn dog One (1) Oven-roasted potato topped with El Pinto brand hot green chile sauce One (1) 12 oz can of Pabst Blue Ribbon beer
Once all items have been consumed the current situation is bound to degenerate.
I find the new Houellebecq intriguing, but I do not feel that it succeeds as a novel.
While it has a dog, that dog solves no crimes.
I said, “Why can’t you embrace the future?”
You said, “The future is cold and made of metal. It doesn’t want my embrace.”
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