Saturday Disaster
Wednesday, May 17, 2006
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"...and this is where it happened. This is where crossed stars ran into crossed lines between crossed lovers. Here beneath this tree which my great-grandfather planted and my grandfather hanged himself on. Beneath this tree which runs roots beneath us both--a wound and woven and criss-crossed world where no one escapes.
And this tree will see blood again."
-from Tequila Tree, by Phillip Harrison.
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At the foot of some bed where I just fucked some girl, I check my voicemail. Over the pre-pre-party, I hear "Andy Warhol" and "Late Modern" and "6 PM."
My watch says 5:47. Too-girl says "that was soooo amazing. How did you..."
"Bye."
It's out of the house, into my car, and off to the museum. ¶ 12:56 PM 0 comments
"...and this is where it happened. This is where crossed stars ran into crossed lines between crossed lovers. Here beneath this tree which my great-grandfather planted and my grandfather hanged himself on. Beneath this tree which runs roots beneath us both--a wound and woven and criss-crossed world where no one escapes.
And this tree will see blood again."
-from Tequila Tree, by Phillip Harrison.
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At the foot of some bed where I just fucked some girl, I check my voicemail. Over the pre-pre-party, I hear "Andy Warhol" and "Late Modern" and "6 PM."
My watch says 5:47. Too-girl says "that was soooo amazing. How did you..."
"Bye."
It's out of the house, into my car, and off to the museum. ¶ 12:56 PM 0 comments
