4 AM Monday morning in Beverly Hills. A little convoy of rag-pickers rattles down the street with their shopping carts, and every bump is amplified, like a dub-tape at 300 BPM, heartbeat of our crazy world.
Monday, July 30, 2012
Sunday, July 29, 2012
Saturday, July 28, 2012
Date
Would you ululate on a trolley?
Why or why not?
Would you eat a triceratops?
Why or why not?
Do you live in your car?
Would you mate with a potato?
Am I the tear-drop under your trap-door?
Why or why not?
Why or why not?
Would you eat a triceratops?
Why or why not?
Do you live in your car?
Would you mate with a potato?
Am I the tear-drop under your trap-door?
Why or why not?
Friday, July 27, 2012
Iraq: What We Left Behind
Kurdish child in a refugee camp near Qandil Mountain
More than 2.4 million "internally displaced" refugees remain in Iraq, where at least 25% of all children are chronically malnourished.
Rare Metals
I live in a dorm.
My room-mate abuses his urinary ramrod.
We ate the sultana.
We ate her eardrums.
This is probably the end of the world.
We ate the download.
We ate the doodle.
All of us are dying.
We ate the vacuum.
My room-mate abuses his urinary ramrod.
We ate the sultana.
We ate her eardrums.
This is probably the end of the world.
We ate the download.
We ate the doodle.
All of us are dying.
We ate the vacuum.
Wednesday, July 25, 2012
Ain't Nobody's Business If I Do
Ain't Nobody's Business If I Do - Soundcloud
Update: I just added a walking bass to this orphan of an accompaniment which is apparently too jumpy and eccentric for anybody to sing along with it.
Sunday, July 22, 2012
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