If you like black coffee, you'll like apathy.
If you like apathy, you'll like music.
If you like music, you'll like silence.
silence ∴ fire
fire ∴ moving pictures
moving pictures ∴ t-shirts
t-shirts ∴ pregnancy
pregnancy ∴ eating disorders
eating disorders ∴ toga parties
toga parties ∴ if you like
if you like ∴ recursion
recursion ∴ serif fonts
serif fonts ∴ genocide
genocide ∴ pathos
pathos ∴ chips
Missed Connections from Vancouver Radiohead concert, or lolhipsters
You shoved me and stood in my line of sight w4m
Houndstooth <3 Argyle m4w
We talked about China in the mini donuts line w4w
Sung along to Faust Arp with u want 2 kaorke? m4w
Androgyne with nice bone structure m4?
same t-shirt m4w
Shared eyeroll over frat boy sing-a-long m4m
met you in coachella want to go to bumpershoot
Umbrella woes m4w
You left at nine i should have gone with you w4w
I got your number but the paper disolved m4w
the girl who was there to see the liars m4w
grey cardigan & fashdance t by the lightpole
blue mec rain jacket taking video on ipod
unshaven slovenly heavy pot smoker behind me w4m
you - war deserter in army hat, me - bush apologist --coffee? w4m
i coveted your wooden earrings m4w
cute s&p guy with sister(?) m4m
zizek book peeking out of your bag, want to smarty?
you gave birth at the back it was beautiful mw4w
we both liked them before everyone else m4w
"dry" humped on the 99 -
you had on a garbage bag with a face hole m4w
to the chick who puked on my leg
u said u dont have the internet but here goes m4w
Houndstooth <3 Argyle m4w
We talked about China in the mini donuts line w4w
Sung along to Faust Arp with u want 2 kaorke? m4w
Androgyne with nice bone structure m4?
same t-shirt m4w
Shared eyeroll over frat boy sing-a-long m4m
met you in coachella want to go to bumpershoot
Umbrella woes m4w
You left at nine i should have gone with you w4w
I got your number but the paper disolved m4w
the girl who was there to see the liars m4w
grey cardigan & fashdance t by the lightpole
blue mec rain jacket taking video on ipod
unshaven slovenly heavy pot smoker behind me w4m
you - war deserter in army hat, me - bush apologist --coffee? w4m
i coveted your wooden earrings m4w
cute s&p guy with sister(?) m4m
zizek book peeking out of your bag, want to smarty?
you gave birth at the back it was beautiful mw4w
we both liked them before everyone else m4w
"dry" humped on the 99 -
you had on a garbage bag with a face hole m4w
to the chick who puked on my leg
u said u dont have the internet but here goes m4w
Unsay it
fix those broken edges
torn where it was
push them together, watch the structure
buckle
triangles go into their corresponding blanks
magic tape mistake
in the ditch and the weeds, head up stranger
stick
stitch it stitch it stitch it
fix it fix it fix it
ash
indelible
torn where it was
push them together, watch the structure
buckle
triangles go into their corresponding blanks
magic tape mistake
in the ditch and the weeds, head up stranger
stick
stitch it stitch it stitch it
fix it fix it fix it
ash
indelible
Heartwarming Bullshit
So here's a good story. It's about that place I go with my family, where we go for bike rides and sometimes windsurfing (last time I did that was rough, you would not believe).
At the time of this yarn, my brother Dave is three and a bit years old and I'm two. Craig is unborn, and does not feature here. At that age, our parents would drag us around in a trailer attached to my Dad's bike. The trailer still sees use to this day, hauling groceries. It is molded black plastic riveted to an aluminum frame, and quite well made. The best part here is that the name of the trailer is Bugger LuggerTM.
Alright so it's a beautiful day out at the lake, and the decree comes down that we're going for a bike ride. As it has been, and will continue to be, decreed. We get buckled in, because of course the Bugger LuggerTM has a seat belt, and off we go. Probably Dave is on my side, I don't remember. We ride along for a while, the sun is shining and people are smiling, probably saying hello to each other without fear. In general, it is the seventies.
When the sun is obscured by leaves, Dave and I begin our debate. Couched in terms that we know, our epic disagreement consists of two words. When the rays of that heavenly object strike us, one declares, "Sunny!" and when those rays hide in the trees, the other replies, "Dark!"
This story is referenced regularly, and has been for so long that a shorthand of it has become one of those phrases that are specific to a family. My Dad likes to say "Sunny-dark, guys." when we're fighting. One of my favourite examples is "It's not sunny-dark!", meaning that the argument is valid.
At the time of this yarn, my brother Dave is three and a bit years old and I'm two. Craig is unborn, and does not feature here. At that age, our parents would drag us around in a trailer attached to my Dad's bike. The trailer still sees use to this day, hauling groceries. It is molded black plastic riveted to an aluminum frame, and quite well made. The best part here is that the name of the trailer is Bugger LuggerTM.
Alright so it's a beautiful day out at the lake, and the decree comes down that we're going for a bike ride. As it has been, and will continue to be, decreed. We get buckled in, because of course the Bugger LuggerTM has a seat belt, and off we go. Probably Dave is on my side, I don't remember. We ride along for a while, the sun is shining and people are smiling, probably saying hello to each other without fear. In general, it is the seventies.
When the sun is obscured by leaves, Dave and I begin our debate. Couched in terms that we know, our epic disagreement consists of two words. When the rays of that heavenly object strike us, one declares, "Sunny!" and when those rays hide in the trees, the other replies, "Dark!"
This story is referenced regularly, and has been for so long that a shorthand of it has become one of those phrases that are specific to a family. My Dad likes to say "Sunny-dark, guys." when we're fighting. One of my favourite examples is "It's not sunny-dark!", meaning that the argument is valid.
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