It’s my world bud, it’s crumbling
It’s not that kinda game
Can’t say i totally know what you mean
Emotional attachment to something digital
I’d be happier if you didn’t compromise me

I.
I woke up curled, late in the morning and lay with my face buried deep within the comfort of a feather pillow, maintaining a shallow breath in light suffocation. I think Jenny was making eggs in the kitchen. It smelled like her eggs. The smokey assault of her burnt attempt traveled swiftly down the hall, past the hanging paintings, into the bedroom, and finally through the fibers of the pillow and unavoidably into my nostrils.
She was a terrible cook.

II.
She held a knife and stared pensively.
If looks could kill.
In a fit of furious rage, she drove the knife deeply into the cupcake and slurped up a number of small scraps of cake and frosting into her mouth. She licked the sprinkles from her lips. Sugar abounded.
The sweetness was wholly debauched.

III.
Iusah seh eida ya gawd id oh ya dun gawdit.

IIII. CHRISTMAS
Santa is running out of presence.

Inverted Santa

— Belle & Sebastian - Judy Is A Dick Slap (LISTEN)

— The Wake - All I Asked You To Do (LISTEN)

— Shocking Pinks - Victims (LISTEN)

— Slick Rick - Sittin’ In My Car (LISTEN)

— Mike Berry & The Outlaws - Tribute To Buddy Holly (LISTEN)

Enjoy Friends!

Some people just do exactly what they’re meant to do in life.
This clip is good as well.

artificial asinine architects aspired to antiquate the ancient artifacts.  berating bee-boys bat the beastly bugs.  ceramic cats chase a crate of crumbling cheese circles.   (more…)

They spoke in foreign tongue as we drove into the night. I was tied up like the others of my kind in the back of a grey-white van. One grim-faced and tired looking man sat watch with us. I didn’t know where I was going and I wasn’t quite sure from where I’d come but I knew they didn’t want me dead. My best guess was they were only trying to cover up the trail.

Of a sudden the doors jerked open and I was thrown recklessly from the vehicle into the early morning. The impact tore at my fibers leaving me damaged and motionless. It was something I hadn’t experienced before. I had only heard the stories which seemed to lilt through the corridors like folklore passed down through generations. I lay there motionless. 

The sky grew light as I lay.

Some hours passed–how many I didn’t know. Slowly the birds began to chirp, lending hope to my apathy. I was drifting in and out, in and out, and then, finally, out.

He was staring blankly down at me. No words left his lips. There was only the soft beating of the lawn sprinklers as they passed back and forth across his pajamas. (more…)

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Jamie Green + Michelle Green
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