Thursday, July 31, 2008

it was a funny little thing

We sailed away on a winter's day
with fate as malleable as clay;
but ships are fallible, I say,
and the nautical, like all things, fades

And I can recall our caravel:
a little wicker beetle shell
with four fine maste and lateen sails,
its bearings on Cair Paravel

O my love,
O it was a funny little thing
to be the ones to've seen.

The sight of bridges and balloons
makes calm canaries irritable;
they caw and claw all afternoon:
"Catenaries and dirigibles
brace and buoy the living-room --
a loom of metal, warp - woof - wimble."
And a thimbles worth of milky moon
can touch hearts larger than a thimble.

O my love,
O is was a funny little thing
to be the ones to've seen



Listen to that if you want to feel your heart melt.

[Joanna Newsom - Bridges and Balloons]

Wednesday, July 30, 2008

the book of right-on

Joanna Newsom. She's brilliant, but too often overlooked and prejudged.

I've been uhhh "legally purchasing" tons of albums recently. WHICH MEANS I'll probably buy some sort of mp3 player. Probably a Zune, because itunes is messed up on my computer.

I have a dentist appointment at 10:40. The thing is, I don't know if it's just a cleaning or if my cavities are getting filled. I wish the latter.

School starts in 2 weeks. Summer has gone by so fast... i don't like that

My stomach is screammmingg for some breakfast. i'll take care of that...


-f.c.p.c.a.s.e.y.r.e.m.i.x.

Monday, July 28, 2008

temptations

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Wednesday, July 23, 2008

are you there coffee? it's me, casey

damnit i'm beat. my shoulders hurt...wtf! i did nothing that required intense shoulder gyration today.

hmm

have you ever eaten a toasted pb&j? i just ate another one...they're so good. i mean, the melted peanut butter? almost as good as regina's orga.....nevermind

fresh to death,
casey

Saturday, July 19, 2008

two ninenty nine

i'm bored. my hands have literally been resting on this keyboard for over an hour.


i wish something would happen


oh and by the way, DOING THAT DOESN'T MAKE YOU LOOK TOUGH, YOU LOOK RETARDED.

someone help me

-kc

Friday, July 18, 2008

i got this shit on lock

i'm going to start saving my money

you know, practicing managing my money (like i manage my slaves)

hey, i've got a lot to learn between now and next year. atlanta is only a little over a year away.

but i'm eager to learn this time around

i got this shit on lock

-KITSCHens

Thursday, July 10, 2008

another post about regina

SHE PLAYED FOLDING CHAIR LAST NIGHT!

alright so check it, she hasn't played that song since (to my knowledge) since the Barfly show in 2004. Not that that's not impressive enough, but a girl from brümstix who calls herself 'foldingchair' was there. How cool is that right? Damn...

i can't wait for a video to surface.

In other news, it's senior picture day. I'm having hair trouble. ughhh

Monday, July 7, 2008

my IQ


when I was four years old
they tried to test my I.Q.
they showed me a picture
of 3 oranges and a pear
they said,
which one is different?
it does not belong
they taught me different is wrong
but when I was 13 years old
I woke up one morning
thighs covered in blood
like a war
like a warning
that I live in a breakable takeable body
an ever-increasingly valuable body
that a woman had come in the night to replace me
deface me
see,
my body is borrowed
yeah, I got it on loan
for the time in between my mom and some maggots
I don't need anyone to hold me
I can hold my own
I got highways for stretchmarks
see where I've grown
I sing sometimes
like my life is at stake
'cause you're only as loud
as the noises you make
I'm learning to laugh as hard
as I can listen
'cause silence
is violence
in women and poor people
if more people were screaming then I could relax
but a good brain ain't diddley
if you don't have the facts
we live in a breakable takeable world
an ever available possible world
and we can make music
like we can make do
genius is in a back beat
backseat to nothing if you're dancing
especially something stupid
like I.Q.
for every lie I unlearn
I learn something new
I sing sometimes for the war that I fight
'cause every tool is a weapon -
if you hold it right.