the sukrat who loved disasters

[dubdobdee]

1: is knowing the feeling of old
2: is enjoying the fact it's back
3: is so not caring if the planet collides or sweeps past tipping everything over or pops like a bubble
4: in a sense there is nothing that is not a dangling modifier

i dremt i was walking around just in a towel gazing at open air ceramics under a viaduct, and someone i'd never met came up and whispered, with a grin, that he was suing the wire over a review of his work, a review i hadn't read, by someone whose name i didn't catch -- nervertheless i was pleased

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the ether's back and it wants its fun

[dubdobdee.livejournal.com]

this is about a very specific mood more than it is about people or actual events (or indeed actual deadlines, once more beginning to amass): i just caught myself gleefully thinking "now we're cooking! ON CHAOS!"

full catastrophe living

[piratemoggy.livejournal.com]

I am quite literally sitting on a stack of this-


LITERALLY. It's a bit awkward to type from.

[dubdobdee.livejournal.com]

wh33n is a n0b AND a g00b -- where is the LexQualiser when we need him?

[http://users.livejournal.com/xyzzzz__/]

"is knowing the feeling of old"

when does one start getting this feeling, I wonder? Probably had it on-and-off since I was about 18, I reckon.

[dubdobdee.livejournal.com]

despite what i sed above, i think it is totally an artefact of a quarter century of magazine deadlines and triage actually -- there's a "fvck it" point that kicks in when it's actually too late to change stuff properly (with like FACTS and etc) and you have to fudge it or wing it

[(Anonymous)]

You can also stay at Haytt in Roppongi.

[freakytigger.livejournal.com]

If you want to meet AN GHOST you can

Poetry Corner

[koganbot]

I think I'll never class, order, or see lodged
A system lovely as a triage