June 2011
5 posts
god piss
Every time I open the door it rains. God. Pissing on me. I am not even INTO that, dude. Back off.
I tried to leave yesterday, carrying my lighting conductor cum umbrella above my head defiantly and was literally beaten back by the the weather.
A combination of rain and hail soaked me in three seconds flat as it seemed to come from all directions simultaneously, a visibly solid white sheet...
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in the air tonight
Sometimes a feeling in the air reminds you of another place and time. It’s been a hot day here today, a thunderstorm is brewing.
The wind’s picking up, leaves are dancing in excitement in circles near the door and somewhere about our heads electricity makes the hairs stand up on the backs of your arms, standing to attention, drawn to the energy in the black clouds above. Soon it will...
counter culture
Counter culture is not the culture that wishes you to have a buna ziua from behind the counter at McWhatevers nor does it come with fries.
For a brief moment, it’s possible that the leering fat face of fast food America WAS, in context in the not too distant past - but now it’s part of the problem.
I am scared of television here, literally scared. It’s brightly dressed, loud,...
flying monkeys
I was torturing my poor room-mate Tamas with some Nuge.
He was in the shower, which happens to be connected to my room, so he was helpless and had nowhere to run from the noise and gonzoid excess. If he did try to run, he would be stripped naked in 2 seconds, an evil english hand ripping the towel from his torso instantly. So - he became familiar with the concept of...
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Does Everyone Stare?
I’m starting to develop a feel for navigation. The best way to learn a city I think at least is on foot, and there’s a hell of a lot of concrete to be pounded.
There are lots of secret courtyards, revealing a whole other city just past the next archway, or shady passage. Walking with one eye on the ground to see what pitfall lies under your feet style navigation, both literally and...
