I was looking for some mustard, but instead discovered a profound ontological dilemma wedged in behind a rusty head of lettuce.
The electric eels - Refrigerator (from God Says Fuck You, 1992) - Raw, ragged proto-punk out of early 1970's Cleveland. The song kept repeating in my head as I was cleaning the fridge this morning (see how sparkly it is inside!), thus spawning this exercise in inspired laziness.
Saturday, August 11, 2007
a church of my own
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I didn't picture you looking like that. Your hair is too short and you're too skinny. And you don't look bitter.
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