Stones.

I got one of these last week. It was pretty thrashed and there was something caked on (does caked on mean like frosted on, cake like?) but I washed it like a plate under the sink and man oh man this is where it's at. Decca UK mono 45. Wow man.

ATTN: Whovians

I'm shaking I'm smoking I'm happy.

O h wait, here's one of those things for that thing down there.
http://www.myspace.com/baths

And here's another one, even though I guess you are probably tired of me saying it.
http://www.flickr.com/photos/freepizza

But what the hell man, we're here.

Are The Baths are San Francisco's best band? I mean have they blown your mind yet, because mine has been frying on my floor. Why do we (do we)? always ask ourselves these questions and never have a definite answer? Because of thee there is also this band and that band and this song or that show and that show and those shows and those songs on those nights and those bands on those nights and these nights become those nights they get better and better and then nights become amazing because days always suck because days you work, and nights you play, and playing is all we wanna do because playing is the only way to constantly have (constantly having) fun and having fun is fun, and fun is a good thing to have. So cut the time out where you don't have the seven-inch right now in half and listen to it on your computer (since you are already here) and get it tomorrow. Or even Sunday is good.
Well, I was trying to say is that San Francisco is putting alot of Art out right now, and art somehow has it's own spiderweb of explanation that I could only half-ass what I've just half-assed. Playtime should always = Good. Worktime should be half. Sometimes I wonder if California is the United States of the globe. It would make sense if we really were a business. Were a middle sized business? I don't know, but I do know how to play RISK, which used to sound fancy to me but don't anymore, because RISK is pretty cool becuase you don't have to play for 8 hours or whatever someone said, you can have a good game in three or less, and in three or less hours you could be stoned or zoosed, or getting those.
Sorry if I owe you a tape or something, I'll remember soon.
I gotta go, man.

Read Hate.



Bullshit on you if you don't like AC/DC, man.
Unless you are a traumatized ex-jock.

Song today.

Song tonight.

Hey whaddya know? I'm back. I think. I've been doing that and not doing this because this and that is just this, and that's that. I am currently under This Nation's Saving Grace's spell.
I thought that I never would. It was in a sell pile too fast. I got a new pair of hi-s, a silver bullet, a Stussy shirt flow, a RVCA check and two cans of Montana. Orange and Gold. They were five bucks each and uh that's why I got gold. I see a gold fill-in bart white eyes and black outline somewhere. Oh yeah new haircut(old haircut now). My mom wants to know if I've seen any stars or any movies being made. Plus she wants me to take care of myself. Seems like all I do sometimes.
Kevin is my hero.

Saturday seems sad.

Song today.

...

Shit man I had something(s) to say but I forgot them. I'm getting busy real soon.
Wood is heavier than it looks. Spray paint smells as good as it looks.
Man, I gotta go.
Oh wait, why the hell aren't all of Neil Young's fucking records being repressed?

Why is this the first image that comes up when I "googled " demon?
Probably because it's so wicked.
http://www.logoi.com/pastimages/img/demon_4.jpg

Song today.

Moe's picks' vol.2 is gonna be an ALL Lee Hazlewood tape, which will be available through me.

I guess I'll just go to bed.

Today is not Monday anymore. Wait, today is not Tuesday either...it's Wednesday.
I guess I'll just go to bed.

An ice cream cone.

One of my records.

Carpet.

Free Pizza.

Song today.

One of my records.

One of my records.

Song today.

I guess I can still post stuff here while I'm over there.
After all, I am a Gemini.

I'm currently reading and am totally obsessed with the works of Fletcher Hanks. Panel by panel of perfect images.







An also this book of Fall lyrics. Perfect.

Hello food eaters.
I'll be posting this and that both here and there (click on the blue letters) for one week.
http://underscorequarterly.tumblr.com/