archives for Wednesday 5 July 2006
emotional insomnia
Wednesday 5 July 2006 | I like a cookie
It’s grey wet girzling dawn outside; in feline realms, black bitch Bagheera is growling at gray doormat Cat, whom she’s cornered in the back garden. I should be rewriting Maman’s obituary, but am not. My wrists and forearms growl threateningly as well. I feel utterly numb.
Last night (Imperialist Conquest Day), the Brujo and I went […]
which weetzie bat character am I?
Wednesday 5 July 2006 | I like a cookie
But if I’m really My Secret Agent Lover Man (”Max!”), wouldn’t I just find such quizzes unutterably stupid, contemptible yet tragic signifiers of the decadence of late capitalism?—right, answering my own questions again.
