Step 1: Put your MP3 player or whatever on random.
Step 2: Post the first line(s) from the first 30 songs that play, no matter how embarrassing the song.
Step 3: Post and let everyone you know guess what song and artist the lines come from.
Step 4: Strike out the songs when someone guesses correctly (No lyric hunting! That is cheating!)
1. Those who know, they don't let it show.
2. I'm losing all my innocence, (title)
3. She's got something to say to the world
4. Don't talk of dust and roses, or should we powder our noses?
5. I'm closer to the golden dawn/ immersed in Crowley uniform of imagery
6. Tiny (title) in my hair/ tiny (title) everywere
7. I feel good yeah I feel fine
8. (title) Behind the hatred there lies/a murderous desire for love
9. Peking Berlin Dubrin Liberia
10. so you've been to school for a year or two and you think you've seen it all
11.Your little feet/your sharp teeth/the way the light hits your eyes
12.ain't it funny how we pretend we're still a child
13. I'm (title)/ 26 dollars in my hand
14. Let me introduce you to the gang/ Johnny pays the Sitar he's an existentialist
15. go away from my window/leave at your own chosen speed
16. Will you stay in our lovers story
17. (title) that you pull with your tongue
18. (title) singing in the dead of night
19. There's thing that you guess/ and things that you know
20. (title 3x) about world/ (title) about that girl
21. If the trials up here/are really getting you down
22. Feed the kittens in the kitchen/ set food out for the strays
23. there's someone banging on my wall/ I turn the volume up to full
24. I'm glad to see you've changed your hairdo
25. She eyes me like a pisces when I am weak
26. She took all my money/and my best friend/you know the story/here it comes again
27. Go if you want to/I never tried to stop you
28. I'll be clickin by your house about two forty-five/sidewalk sundae strawberry surprise
29. I fear that I'm ordinary just like everyone
30 Say yes don't say no/ I'm ready now and I want to go

There's songs floating around everywhere! Tiny little sweet ones that are just for me and big honking horrifying indicators of romantic doom that everyone seems to communicate with.

Instead of solving this dilemma with drawn out analysis and serious thought, I'm going to have pudding for breakfast.

"Serious visual complications have also been reported to occur with ophthalmic fluoroquinolone therapy, which may also occur with ciprofloxacin eye drops, especially corneal perforation, but also evisceration and enucleation. This increased incidents of corneal perforation may be due to fluoroquinolones causing alterations in stromal collagen, leading to a reduction in tectonic strength.[85][86] As noted previously permanent double vision (diplopia) has also been reported."

OH GOOD THANKS DOC

She understood, finally. It wasn't the pieces she collected. It wasn't the sweet and sensible arrangements she could make with them.

It was simple, ugly chance.

Today was-

Sick, evil bar chords
-Beautiful french girl address book
-Editing That Which Shall not be Edited
-Karaoke! (in a few hours)
-Basil's long winding constitutional (in a few minutes)

Tomorrow will be-
- Possibly maybe hooopefully calling about the cartridge for the turntable. I'm superstitious, because when the volvo died and was towed we were on this very same mission.
- Finish The Prisoner
- Loki's long winding constitituional
- Have Quicksand in a place where I could feasibly play it in front of another person
- Maybe dye my hair again, see if it takes
- Call for a hair appointment to get it cut
- Baking!

this oven reminds me
of young things
trying to grow
and not.

My dreams lately have been a place I've dreamt of before, with long roads stretched out into timber piles and lumber towns. The 101 was on a broken platform made of splintered wood. The gap between the two sides of the road spans a chasm filled with broken wood. Big road signs loom, Mark-Ryden-Desperation syle. The setting seemed far more important than anything going in within.


I'm not sure what the whole thing means.

If the seasons here
changed a little, maybe
I might come back
gone in June
home in December
but they never do
it's all just warm warm warm
with no chill
to remember you by.

me: so much laundry!
Sent at 11:02 AM on Tuesday
TwoTone: i know!
im doing my sheets for the first time in a year!

OH MY GOD I HAVE SLEPT IN THAT BED

Been listening to a lot of Kate Bush, inspired by the fabled tribute show that was whittled down to Seth playing a fifteen minute set that he warned me not to bother with. I've been promised a private recital in his lovely house by-not-in the city, so it's not a wash. Instead, my impossibly tight magic hobble skirt, one of my closest, and her swain drove to Santa Monica for the best black coffee I've had in recent memory and the first Rocky I've attended in a year or so. Most of the calls I remembered had either faded quietly into the background or changed entirely, so I sat and watched and relearned. A kiss on the hand left me more tickled than any overt advance.

Missed the mermaid, sadly.

I'm worried about finding the balance between the good things I've learned being removed from certain parts of my social world this year, and regaining the things I needed to find again. I want to find the aches that are misleading and redirect them, and embrace the ones that were truly sore and need to heal. I feel hopelessly inept until I have moments like Friday. I went to a big beautiful show at the greek (which is so lovely, go there!) with a boy I barely knew, and didn't reach out the way I think I would have last year. I am being careful with myself.

My nails are getting longer and my skin clearer. All the nervous tics and defense operations I built up are fading. This is a good thing. I'm still waking up sad, though. I don't really want what I keep looking for, I just don't remember what to look for instead yet. I'm learning.

I still have everything of his in a drawer. I don't open it, I try to pretend it's filled with harmless spare cords or winter clothes or anything but what's there. I want to stuff it in a box without having to touch it. I want a psychic haz-mat team to take it away while I sit on my porch and drink the mexican soda he never liked.

I've written a new song, but it's not about the person you're thinking. This is the most damning thing, the most reassuring thing. I am emerging from six months of second best. I'm free of my sad, strange compromise. Now I'm armed with knowing that I couldn't walk away if I tried.

Thought of you as everything/
I've had but couldn't keep.

Last night, the canadian sent me a text that went thus:

Mn. I wonder if the Monkey's enjoyed the purple underverse?"

DOES ANYONE UNDERSTAND WHAT THAT MEANS? Because I am so lost right now.

LEO (July 23-Aug. 22): Nietzsche's dictum might be useful for you to
keep in mind right now, Leo: "If it doesn't kill you, it'll make you
stronger." Since I'm very sure that the turbulent waters through which
you're navigating will not kill you, I'm looking forward to all the ways this
journey will upgrade your confidence and enhance your power. But there's
more to be gained, beyond what Nietzsche formulated. It's also true that
if it doesn't kill you (which it won't), it will make you wilder and kinder and
smarter and more beautiful.

 I just realized that between everyone going to comic con and this hobbit mess I'm going to be all. by. myself. for my birthday.


That sucks. 

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Fatal familial insomnia is my new scariest thing ever.

"We ask that you not divulge the climax of the epic story to anyone -- at least until you've let it sink in for a while and felt all the reverberations it has unleashed. After that, you'll be wise to speak about it only with skilled listeners and empathetic allies who can help you harvest the meaning of all the clues that were packed inside your adventures. One further counsel: Before you reach the absolute, final denouement of the drama, there may be a tricky turn that looks a lot like the ending."

 Playing with tumblr, mostly for rough sketches and collecting pieces together. Nothing much there quite yet. Figure it'll be easier than trying to shove everything into google documents, yaknow? 
http://kixrox.tumblr.com/

Go mess with it, you might like it. 

Bonus, can feed everything from here to there. Although, that sorta defeats the purpose of the exercise, no?

 things I need:
- new tights
- a swimsuit
- heels
- underoos
- a haircut


anyone who wants to assist in any of these adventures, let me know.  I'm tired of having most of an outfit without having what i want to pull it together, and I can't really thrift any of that besides the heels, maybe maybe.  

Also, suggestions on tights? That aren't american apparel? The only time I was able to afford those was when i had an admirer doing the affording for me. 

Ms. Wooters, these are the times I dream of shopping with you. 

<i>Please don't put your life in the hands
Of a Rock n Roll band
Who'll throw it all away</i>

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