December 2010
15 posts
pj
Goddamn Europeans Take me back to beautiful England And the grey, damp filthiness of ages And battered books Fog rolling down behind the mountains On the graveyards and dead sea captains Let me walk through the stinking alleys To the music of drunken beings Past the Thames river glistening Like gold hastily sold for nothing Nothing!
proof of...something →
WatchTesco Dylan. I knew you’d like this.
welcome to the singularity
A: I ate a hail
N: I think it should be “I ate some hail”
A: well just one piece. i wanted to clarify that it was one
N: …
A: ok, I ate one piece of hail
flat truism
N: my room is tiny but I have my own bathroom
A: yeah the grossest thing is worrying about other peoples’ asses
November 2010
23 posts
WatchSee you soon, NYC.