and a thousand little pleasures form a thin veneer over lack of hope.

sure cure for the blues:
9-21-96 at the impala cafe, la.

and it was AWful. it was AWful.
how awful was it?
AWful.

i didn't put you all to sleep yet?
no elliott, not at all.

( beans in beantown. )




xo lord of my life.

oh teri, gosh darn it, you've pierced his dorsal.

i'm sitting on my bed while the arcade fire blares from my speakers and i'm singing along into a mini maglite. i love my life.

birgeschade: why did you send me a pic of asparagus?
twoanomalous: i love you
twoanomalous: i did it cuz if you were here i woulda done it
twoanomalous: im being...normal

i miss my roommate. so much.

"I'm not going to curse God and die; I'm going to curse God and live. You hear me? I'm going to live! I'm going to live my own life! I'm going to take charge myself of what I do from now on. 'My head is bloody but unbowed.' Pour it on, God, pour it on; I can take it! I'll show You!"
- porter osborne, jr. in when all the world was young by ferrol sams

abity abity abity abity abity abity abity...

i can't pronounce my nasals.