| By Blindswine on Monday, June 15, 1998 - 09:26 pm: |
or rather, here. sitting here at my sister's apartment... house sitting. she wants me to water her plants while she is away on business. (picture pigs with confused faces; in one hand plant food, in the other a large bottle of hand-- in the porcine mind bounces the question, "how much water does a begonia need? a crossandra? a kalanchoe? that weird looking vegetable-rasta looking thing in the corner? shit... too much can't hurt... right?" i soaked the plants, cracked open a beer, and sat down in front of this new p.c. her company gave her... and now the folks upstairs are cranking that indie-rock stuff i always heard out in seattle but didn't pay much attention to... one phrase caught my ear... "the world is a vampire". heh. the world is a vampire. indeed. |
| By Antigone on Tuesday, June 16, 1998 - 03:32 pm: |
HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! |
| By Holden on Wednesday, June 17, 1998 - 01:29 pm: |
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