I lost my mind in San Francisco
Somewhere near You grabbed my hand, and we fell into it. Like a daydream. Or a fever. I got lost in:
Among the lost: Schrödinger's Assassin Elle sourit en apprenant que la fin du monde approchait. July 29, 2007 Pony blunted affect cryomaniac moonraking We are trapped in the belly of this horrible machine, and the machine is bleeding to death Godspeed You! Black Emperor Kiss me, you are beautiful. These are truly the last days. Don't Go Away February 18, 2011 You've been slowly taking me over for nearly a year, do you know that? III Sides To Every Storyentropy and apathy The New Mummies My Pretty PonyStilly Why there is no moloch13 The "naked at school" dream Belinda, Tuesday morning precision vs. accuracy Dem Bones Revolving doors that only open when someone exits Her legs shifting underneath the desk Yanqui U.X.O. Li Qingzhao's lingering fragrance September 6, 2010 around three a.m., things broke Moonage Daydream How to say "I can eat glass, it does not hurt me" Noders' poetry New Europe Apocrypha Gourmand Usergroup Insistent Disheveled Heartsilk Full Moon Fever Motivate me to move and I'll give you a reason to stay in bed Squeeze Box have given my heart away just as carelessly and as meticulously planned as ever All that was left of her was a damp handkerchief February 19, 2011 Perfect Blue Buildings He dreamt the sky bled greyblue and poetry we wake up every morning and train to jump into the sun She is that most perfect art April 1, 2008 Simplistic Antipyresis Der Erlkönig Telling you It is a strange thing to wake up every day and do things you care nothing about Where are the girls you want to use blood; i say we use devotion I will stitch your heart together with filthy twine and sex Battlezone How we were, before you were on the black current of a tarmac road Kit Dressed, out the door, dreaming tides I have failed Daydream Möbius rose Lost In Space the flags are all dead at the tops of their poles There is not much new to say about snow, or about broken love Kurt Cobain's Suicide Note She opened her eyes, looked at a world made entirely of white light Welcome to the Land of Entrapment A nodermeet on a shoestring and shoe leather. London, April 2008.