July 31, 2008

July 30, 2008	August 26, 2008	August 1, 2008	Oh Ricky, how come you never kissed me?
Somebody told me a story. It was pretty but boring. It was Saturday night, my stories usually end up that way.	She who makes the Moon the Moon and, whenever she is full, sets the dogs to howling all night long, and me with them.	Tell me a story about a burro, standing atop a mesa, surrounded by a flock of geese, being fed by a weathered old man wearing nothing but a Jimmy hat	Loneliness is a Warm Tuna Melt on a Cold Summer Night
There, in that wordless world surrounded by thick ice, I eventually lost all my strength. Bit by bit, bit by bit.	The air full of ice and electricity, and then the sky went green and the air raid sirens went off	Starfire Burning Upon the Ice Veiled Throne of Ultima Thule	This song is meant to be played so loudly it liquefies your thoughts as you drive at night through abandoned neon dinosaur bones
Minotauruses are eating the genitals of the moon	I turn my back for a second, and Erica gets married twice	Now that I've told you	This is not my Internet
June 1, 2008	When being chased by CIA trainees, don't mention Belgium to the waffle house physicist	So there I was, naked and hiding, facing the dissertation committee from the Isle of Lesbos	The Amazing Cosmic Awareness of Duffy Moon
I Can't Make You Love Me	Fuck you, Jared!	Independent invention defense to patent infringement	Do you agree with Jared?

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