I love this sequence of temporary art. Lyric and quote. Day by day.
Monday, June 22, 2009
Saturday, June 13, 2009
Missed Connections
So I have become the constant peruser of craigslist. I find it invigorating.My favorite section has become the "missed connections" sector, better known as I saw this person and I'm going to profess my love and damned hope they come and look on here section. Today was the first time I've found an article written for/about me and I feel completely flattered.
You were fond of Harry Chapin and other music that most folks in your peergroup wouldn't even know of. You had a calm, dedicated, certainty about what you like and where you are going. You had red hair and were quite refreshing. I was intrigued and pleasantly surprised to run into such a together woman. I only wanted to get in touch so that we might just enjoy a drink sometime soon. With or without Carl!
it's NOT ok to contact this poster with services or other commercial interests
Booyah!
Thursday, June 11, 2009
Oh Craigslist, You Slay Me
hot red headed tattoo artist on haight - m4w - 69 (lower haight)
Date: 2009-06-11, 6:05PM PDT
you fucking hot bitch i have to start wearing a diaper because i cum in my pants when i see you if my dick was a sword you would be that terrified peasant that i stab over and over in some viking rape/pillage thing you have no idea i was raised in a secret underground fuck laboratory, engineered for total vagina destruction i specialize in "oh my god the fucking building is collapsing it's the apocolypse and we're fucking dead" kind of sex you sexy whore you better get insurance on your place because i'm gonna get in there and fuck you through the walls into the neighbors place oh yeh, get really loud speakers too i don't want the cops showing up because everyone within 2 blocks reported sounds of animal torture oh god i wanna do some crazy wizard shit on you, magic wand style breakdance on your tits is gonna make you speak weird snake languages where all words mean fuck me oh leave some panties on your doorknob for me to sniff leave a key and you'll wake up pregnant
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
Let's Pretend We're Bunny Rabbits
"If you knew how I long for you now that you're gone, you'd grow wings and fly home to me, home tonight. And in the morning sun, let's pretend we're bunny rabbits. Let's do it all day long. Let abbots, Babbitts, and Cabots say Mother Nature's wrong. And when we've had a coupla beers, we'll put on bunny suits. I long to nibble your ears and do as bunnies do. Let's pretend we're bunny rabbits. Let's do it all day long, rapidly becoming rabid, singing little rabbit songs. I can keep it up all night. I can keep it up all day. Let's pretend we're bunny rabbits until we pass away." -The Magnetic Fields
Blue Siberia
Candy to my eyes and ears.
Music is done by an instrumental band called Star FK Radium who work on sort of a "musicbox" genre.
Letters From The Urinal
San Francisco State really is a breeding ground for imaginative thought, artistry, and new perception. I can remember in nearly every public bathroom I have dared to enter, there is a series of fowl pen scratches in the chipped paint veneer of the stalls. Usually the notes are something about sex or anger or large phalluses of particular length or veinyness. In the SFSU bathrooms however, there is a different kind of sstall art going on. Each bathroom stall contains its own individual chalkboard for the students and otherwise to put their thoughts. What a thoroughly ingenious idea. Combat tagging in a productive sense. Three cups of coffee in my morning modern criticism class sent me to the Humanities bathroom on break. In my stall a number of poems and wise words were scrawled on the large blackboard on the right hand side. The one that caught my eye was this.
"Years from now none of ths will matter."
Monday, June 8, 2009
Sunday, June 7, 2009
Twit for Tat
You can follow my continuous daily rantings on Twitter as well now that my iphone lets me stream my consciousness on a 160 word basis at any point of the day. I am now streaming via subway muni, beach side, hill top, and various forms of urbanity. Follow me at _Jennaway_.
And away we go.
Tuesday, June 2, 2009
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