|the machines communicated their love via magnetic tape.
||[Jul. 22nd, 2004|11:18 am]
|||||crown me king- up, down, strange, charm, truth, beauty.||]|
of late i've been fortinbras sulking in the north. you know that old chestnut about the frustration hypothesis. oh it leads to aggression alright. but i spend my time at work getting paid (i got a raise!) & so i stomach my hate. i turn it into a black pearl, tuck it away amongst the ichors & tissues of my body. i'm full of strands of them, beads of secretion afixed end to end. i fully intend to wield them as a garrote. for now i carry them about like bullets imbeded in my flesh. like pips on a playing card.
i convinced david to put up employee recomendations (20% off).
mine were of course house of leaves & vurt.