listenin’ to the past

number one reason i started blogging: i thought i was special and that the world should know about it as soon as possible and i didn’t want to have to wait to be a superstar for that to happen.

unearthing old cds holy moly guacamole (that’s my new saying now)(no it isn’t)(yes it is but just for right now) what a time-warp. currently spinning AIR the one album i’ve exclusively only ever listened to baked, high, insane by (is exclusively plus ‘only ever’ redundant? it must be sorry no more brackets i am constantly in an inside joke with myself apparently) and each track is making my stress level peak soar crash then up again i’m doing this why? self-sanctioned suffering is good for inspiration because. it occurs to me that the world is waiting for some big announcement via raymi wire. can we just go back to the regular old tired shit, here’s what i ate and thought about it, here’s a trinket that reminds me of some dumb story that happened when i was a teenager and that is a lamp post in the nite, be affected by it! as usual flickr is not cooperating so i can’t even do that. there’s some newbies-ish photos on there if you care, one specifically of a chick decked out in pink, piles of yarn hair pink tutu pink mesh finger gloves i didn’t get her whole get-up just the sneak pic behind her head on the subway i almost asked if i could get a shot but then i’d have to give her my card and then you’d all be mean about her and i dunno, put too much thought into it i suppose. wanted to ask where she was going, not a clue, velvet? guvernment? systems? i applaud her bravery and 90’s rave scene/japanese harajuku explosion homage i def do not have the cajones for that. oh wait here we go a pocket of internet connectivity.

sometimes you just don’t want to write about yourself anymore.

what’s this? oh good one. (boatloads of sarcasm)

ugh hahaha i’m sure the genius who scribed this is very pleased.

sensing a theme.

and one more shot of our hero.

rocky and cid communicate via these flats that are on their last, flats? i like to kill a pair a season. i really miss my aladdin slippers. sigh, jewels, sigh pointy.

ghost vision. seriously the bottom half of this chick, so much going on.

zebra ears too. sure.

batman pug.

time to bathe my life away.

i’ll be seein’ya!