hard wired for soft sounds

this is what i look like when i study (people) hardcore

this is who is in my headphones now all the time

this is what I did today

-made a shirt smaller

-finished a shirt-dress thing

-realized the source of everything wrong in the world might just be the greek system

-analyzed. myself and dracula.

-walked to campus and back 3 times. uphill both ways.

-caffeinated my blood

-did something on accident

-abstained

-remembered what Mary said to do with the broccoli in my fridge

-read a biography on salinger

-listened to Alkaline Trio on vinyl (self-titled)

-got super excited. twice. want to know why? here's why:

ONE: space party on saturday, in my old house on maple street. themed parties will never die; the aliens who take over the earth in two hundred years will have "so you think you look like a human?" parties, butchering fashions of the twenty-first century and unintentionally providing some kind of realistic commentary on the general extravagance of our future-extinct society.

TWO: say hi! no really, say hi! we are going to say hi! November 7th, i think, at Neumos in Seattle. It is a tiffany-birthday extravaganza event and the Danger Twins will be coming home to riot in full force on Capitol Hill.

Demons by default?

both the second and third floors of the old library were disturbed today, to a degree i'm not sure either of us will ever recover from. the inundation of frat boys with their cell phones was the closest thing to hell one can experience while still alive, not counting college hill. wait, college hill on a friday night. That surpasses Satan's hottest hellfire.

Last of ALL:

RADIO SHOW///KZUU 90.7

FRIDAYS 6-8 pm (stream it)

THIS FRIDAY: CORDUROY SHORTS IN STUDIO PERFORMANCE AND INTERVIEW!
The theme: short shorts and never nudes.

NEXT FRIDAY: INTERVIEW WITH KENNY FROM DAPHNE LOVES DERBY AND WOLFTRON!
The theme: Wolf to your mother: werewolves, seawolves and maybe patrick swayze.

dust dust dust boxcars in dirty streets

She takes her shoes off right away, loosens each heel with the other toe and kicks until one shoe lands almost in the water and the other next to and behind it, just a little, dusting itself with a light layer of heavy sand.

He leaves his shoes on and his hat, he's always wearing a hat she thinks from a sitting spot close to the water while she tests the temperature and turns her shoulders away from him.

They've brought the things they need:

blanket: she spreads it unevenly, folds in the fabric creating combinations of reds and blues meant to stay separate, but he dislikes discontinuity and she's about to sit down but he pulls the two edges toward him and her knees bend and the wrinkles disappear in ripples.

half-full bottle of old ezra, 101 proof: he pushes rocks and mud away from a small space in shallow water and places the bottle inside the space, wet up to the neck, and it sways like it hears a tune and wants to dance.

speaker: he eyes the position of the blanket, the bigger rocks and the smaller rocks, her sitting pale arms wrapped around bare legs, and he puts the speaker down behind her and to the right and takes his time choosing a song specific to the water melancholy and eroding banks.