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June 11, 2006
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Going thru banging my head on the CSS'ed Coruscus out presumably July and kid's anniversary and thru Sonic Youth's A Thousand Leaves, right before they got their equip stolen at CBGB's NYC 2004, just learned the planet has got a quick satellite upgrade by 2 units, not one, and wikiCalc was released in beta form today.
My Sony-Ericsson "bigboy" ear appendix got crushed (finally) in 4 distinct pieces, with keys still lighting blue up to the faraway LC display via the Bluetooth survivor. I have been looking for a replacement for this bulk for a year. I did not want to get too deep with another Sony nor with the heavy and thick Razor V3x, so I gently declined for the original V3, black, 199 on the pocket. We already ripe on a 8MP Nikon camera that holds the job outstandingly and a variety of iPods. Moto has made the Razor a family, why not ridding of the camera a mystery. It lies blackly on the bamboo tap now sucking electrons out of mother cable, claiming 90 grams barely with the prominent logo god knows why Moto wanted boobs in their logo. But I like boobs... and nipples... actually what happened to nipples in the USA? Support and extend the_nipple_project
Linzie Hunter asked me to add pics of my desktop to her new blog-adventure but I'm such a mess right now I dare not to unravel in public. A slimming device, 76 pounds exactly and a wheel lies in the entry waiting for me to unfold manual and learn. That's what I'll send her and excuses.
Salad, sweet Taleggio and beer over Geogaddi, Boards of Canada, work for the evening short just before a shot of Johnny Rotten. Descript-o-logy, which I apparently excel at, keeps me away from eye contact as an archeologist, observation prevents contact, encrypts reality in a convenient scheme, deconstruction is lovable down to signature and sign, single rip and gesture and game.
This website advertises apparel with hardcore porn video. It's a serious job, good photo and good art direction but then again maybe we're growing old and lack the balls to go unabashed the way they do. These days ipods, DRM and certain types of free thinking are taboos, alcohol and sex are collateral.
Ripley once told me we are expendable.
But then again, maybe she was wrong.
Except, she never was.
Posted by lck at June 11, 2006 02:29 AM
