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[Jun. 18th, 2004|11:26 pm] |
I'm not going to use livejournal anymore... everything's been transferred over to:
http://www.pinkhollers.com
please check that from now on... thank ye kindly
DP |
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[May. 13th, 2004|06:38 pm] |
Papa M in london it is time to go for it, see, and not let up. just keep going and going. reload and carry on. there is a noble future for which we labor towards. it is time, now, to stop typing, stop reading, stop thinking, and do-doodlee-oo. |
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[May. 13th, 2004|03:13 pm] |
paz, paj, ana... skydiving in perris, california this is the same troupe that performed in the uk recently. and soon we're going to australia. today I have to fax some aussie visa applications from wendy's store. then I'm on the hunt for a plain white tee shirt. I think I am over nick cave. but the birthday party still reign supreme. tonight karen, maximilla, and I are going to see the nick drake film; I've been losing interest in him as well. what's wrong with me? the peeps that get me all hot n bothered are long-dead yodelers or young unknown ex-avant-punks-on-folk. the days of skydiving are long since gone, you know. |
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[Apr. 21st, 2004|02:32 pm] |
it was more like a dream than reality
I have become less of a quiet person
over the years
I play quiet music
as loud as possible
after an afternoon of reacquainting ourselves
we hopped on a train to philly
to see stereolab
after the show
we went to a bar with the band
and had our first night of non-drinking
together
it was awfully nice
oh god I've already bored myself to tears
but here we go:
we had no clue where to stay
so the queen of philly put us up
in her remarkable apartment
with pillow and blankets and unopened toothbrush
in the morning
we competed with the hammering
outside the door
on a stranger's floor
then off through the eighteenth century
and back to nyc
for her annual visit to the graveyard
and my daily visit to the shower
we made something happen in central park
with trembling earth below and
birdies chirp chirp too
we made something neither will soon forget
and unlike the other things
its not what you're thinking
then the kitties with their love true
I increasingly lost touch with my mind
our foolish attempt at television
shut us down
she was so hot above me
and me, I was too I suppose
but other pains of age distanced me from myself
but I broke through another layer
and found myself in a deeper
more excquisite
unknown
until morning when she arose
and we had to untangle
our items from each other
and yes, I've bored myself again
and probably you too
I apologize for my ennui |
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[Apr. 21st, 2004|02:30 pm] |
dual shades vibe for the past two days we've played hooky and gone shopping uptown. we have been eating sweets like mad, but we punish ourselves for it by walking everywhere, no cabs, no subway. |
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[Apr. 5th, 2004|09:33 pm] |
bedwetters unite, shoelaces untie we discussed our favorite bedwetters and reckoned that our enemies must be wretched bedwetters. this brought us gracefully to the topic of finding ways to incorporating the words "bed" and "wet" into their names. this must be the hot and sour smell of conflict of which we were warned, but we never laughed so much. |
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[Apr. 5th, 2004|09:27 pm] |
short kentucky time spring is among us but that bastard winter is still clinging like an annoying bit of turd on your shoe. we played a mellow, comfortable set in louisville, with paz strumming away on the autoharp. we were very surprised to not hear any 'a might wind' heckles. ah well, next time. the following night in lexington was less stressful, and less enjoyable. but it was great to get away for a night, with some of our favorite people in the world: paz, pete townsend, paul oldham, and christa "G" britton. |
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[Mar. 31st, 2004|08:21 am] |
as we motion towards kentucky we find ourselves moving farther and farther away. cheap plug: april 2 at headliners in louisville, april 3 at the dame in lexington! |
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[Mar. 31st, 2004|08:18 am] |
fear hath no fury over me we talked overseas for many hours, about our L*ve so real yet fragile like glass. she could sense the distance overwhelming us and worked desperately to withdraw us before the scene faded to black, tears streaming down her face. we spoke in such soft, measured tones, drunk and shaking with hunger. and, without resolve, we finally succumbed to exhaustion. we swore our faith to her, but the fear still lingered in our voice, and doubt filled the room with silence. |
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[Mar. 30th, 2004|02:28 am] |
nothing round here is sacred this morning in london, laughing at english television while ordering room service. walking down oxford street to virgin and we bought some alan partridge dvd's as gifts, as well as the new dylan bootleg series. our sad parting over coffee. various bookstores later, we can't look at another poetry, art, or baby book. spending a small fortune on cabs, we finally make the uneventful return flight to new york. where we lay silent online, trying to fight off the jet lag monkeys, and answer everyone. |
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