From a series of bookplates in search of books in search of readers
My friend Rick charged up to work the other day and gave me this book, which is too much, man. It’s about living free, bumming, a guide to pot, jobs and free everything. Brilliant.
I went berserk today, wanting to get stoned on something — anything — and there was nothing around, man. Ended up getting immersed in Black Widow’s Come to the Sabbat, throwing off my clothes and acting it out. ~ ~ ~ Rick’s bloody song’s on now — Me and You and a Dog Named Blue/Boo/Soo/Poo. It drags. He says it’s desperation, man.I think it’s as flat as Matthew’s Southern Comfort.
He says it’s about him.
I’ve been wanting to wear a codpiece for a long time.
Style tips here not only make it permissible — at last! — but show how to accessorise in such a way that one might wear it nonchalantly, w/o drawing attention to one’s nether regions too crudely.Art of Noise — Moments in Love (as lovely as ever, 20 years on)
The “Oh no, did I forget to turn off the iron?” is from a thoughtful series of Bizarre Model Poses featured at the (sadly, discontinued) Threadbared blog.
Shut your mouth!
But I’m talkin’ about Shaft!
Well, we can dig it. Can you dig it?
Featured Sandwich: Ice Cream
Man, I got pissed out of my brain last night.
There was a scene at the High and Dry’s flat and I went out of my mind on bacardi.
It felt completely ethereal, as if I wasn’t there at all.
The only way I could tell I was there was that I was with P.
P and I sat in the corner, oblivious to the whole scene.
Maaki came in and told everyone “P’s in love” …



