Siouxsie Sioux at the Fillmore in San Francisco, CA on February 13, 2008.
Thursday, May 20, 2010
Concerts I have been to Episodes 12 & 13:
Massive Attack at the Greek Theatre in Berkeley, CA on September 23, 2006.
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Tuesday, May 18, 2010
Christmas Eve 2009
We drank Veuvue Cliquot in my bed,
Your breath stank.
And I was still upset with you for ripping my Dior jacket,
The night before.
After the champagne was gone,
I finished your warm glass of Ketel One,
Left over from,
The night before.
You laughed, clapped me on the back and said,
“That’s why I love you.”
I shrugged and replied,
“It’s not like vodka goes bad.”
We drank Veuvue Cliquot in my bed,
Your breath stank.
And I was still upset with you for ripping my Dior jacket,
The night before.
After the champagne was gone,
I finished your warm glass of Ketel One,
Left over from,
The night before.
You laughed, clapped me on the back and said,
“That’s why I love you.”
I shrugged and replied,
“It’s not like vodka goes bad.”
Selected Scenes From the Short Films of Kenneth Anger
Cleaning, stroking motorcycles.
Men in leather snorting cocaine in rooms with James Dean’s picture
On the wall.
Soundtrack by Mick Jagger,
An albino,
My demon brother.
Or the invocation there of.
Stonehenge,
Lucifer in Joseph’s,
Amazing, Techno-color, Dream coat.
A bathtub full of blood.
Concerts I Have Been to Episodes 10 & 11:
Morrissey at the Fillmore in San Francisco, CA on September 27, 2007.
Patrick Wolf at Cafe Du Nord in San Francisco, CA on May 22, 2007.
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
Concerts I Have Been to Episode 9:
Interpol at the Bill Gram Civic in San Francisco, CA on October 20, 2007.
Thursday, January 28, 2010
Monday, January 18, 2010
"In loving him, I saw a cigarette between the fingers of a hand, smoke blowing backwards into the room, and sputtering planes diving low through the clouds. In loving him, I saw men encouraging each other to lay down their arms. In loving him, I saw small-town laborers creating excavations that other men spend their lives trying to fill. In loving him, I saw moving films of stone buildings; I saw a hand in prison dragging snow from a sill. In loving him, I saw great houses being erected that would soon slide into the waiting and stirring seas. I saw him freeing me from the silences of the interior of life.
-David Wojnarowicz
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