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It was safest to walk down the center of the street, Minneapolis iced up mulling deep the responsi-liabilities, post-Christmas economy crash cow, it’s on us, you know.

For worshiping idle, being economical,

our faults, for knitting our own scarves to keep warm and our pennies, kill ourselves for loonies (MAD MEN!) how we’ll hang from this yarn. Hang onto this thread. Looking forward to our New Year’s hangovers.

American stores have the best merchandising, the most ironic irony.

 

Vancouver has its moments, too.

I had fun in Fargo.

I had fun in the Cities, snow to my waist and tearloose riding buses listening to Doomtree, feeling torn and interesting. Here’s the school I would have voted at last November.

Here’s a little house unaware of its grace.

Recall my swoon over Youth Moan at Cedar and Riverside, 2004?

Remains remain for those who remember.

Bree made bacon cookies wtf, and Nic, Anna and I danced to industrial music at a gay bar like-old-times. In keeping with anachronicity, I showed ’em good with an inspiring fusion of floorpunching, darksider stomp, tektonic, krump and jazz hands.

I might be really good at something. The best. I don’t know what it is yet. It doesn’t involve acceptance of uncertainty, I know that, I tried. I breathed real deep and sat real still and felt real fake and smoked and drank and stayed up late and made hot tea alone in quiet kitchens. Drowned myself in seven different bathtubs. Not long ago I had my last first day of school.

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Yesterday I raced off the 99 at Sasamat, rammed a book in the VPL dropslot, and got back on *the same 99* despite minimal new boarders to stall it for me, continuing my commute home straightaway saving myself anywhere from four to six and a half minutes waiting for the next shuttle.

I skip the sad songs on shuffle.

I painted my fingernails blood red.

 

3 Comments

  • Zap

    February 11, 2009 at 7:14 am

    I can’t get into Doomtree (or POS), my newishfound appreciation for various hiphoppery notwithstanding. I don’t know why, if its the beats or the lyrics or what but they just leave me cold. Anyway, next time you’re in town we will hang out more. Maybe you can show me the light on the local hoppers of hip.

  • megh

    February 11, 2009 at 7:55 am

    It’s usually the lyrics that I’m liking–they’ve got some dizzying, fierce constructions. POS has a new video; I’m neutral about the song, but I wondered if you’d recognize the location: http://www.mtvu.com/music/video-premiere/pos_drum-roll/

  • Zap

    February 11, 2009 at 3:46 pm

    it feels familar but can’t place it. Tell me a song that you like the lyrics from … I hear lots of good rhymes but the really flowy, cool-sounding rhymes I hear don’t seem to mean much of anything when I pay attention to em …

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