Use Your Protrusion

The one-year passed without ceremony. From the bowels of a snack-food corporate office this blog was shat out upon the world, and you, so like a pack of stray dogs, sniffed it with disinterest, occasionally courting its disease with your tongue.

Thanks for reading.

An Arabesque is Exactly Arabian

Currently heat vaporizes thought and pixel as well - everything gets sucked up into the sun and now my words go too. Biofeedback is taking all of the juice and turning it into more juice - BUT WE'RE RUNNING AT A LOSS HERE PEOPLE and business is business. A body is not a corporation - luckily.

Pitchfork Music Festival was fun, despite the airline moebius stripping.

My temp gig ends tomorrow, a week earlier than expected. Anybody's got some spare cash floating around, I spackle and dance for paper. Not all at once.