feed your imagination
Sleep?
Nah. I’m not in the mood. Pretty soon the birds will start chirping. Maybe I’ll stay up for a sunrise. I haven’t seen one in a while.
It is quiet and calm in the last hours. Soon someone will wake up, the force of habit pulling them out of their bed before they realize that it’s Sunday, crawl gratefully back under the covers and slide through a groggy mist into another dream.
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I’ve been thinking up a good name for this, my brain factory, so that it can exist on its own. Sorry tumblr. I’ve grown tired of you. I want to give a sense of legitimacy, however faint, to my words—even if it’s only the symbolic victory of a recognizable nametag.
Word Riot
An online literary magazine sort of thing. Tonight is an orgy of good reads.
woa!… fuckin jackpot. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_literary_magazines
Sketch
Right-wing talk shows are a terrible waste of radio airtime. I wanted to listen to some jazz so I spun that infernal dial. All I found was bad pop music and those old bigots getting fat off their own fumes.
A Summer's Evening in Beijing
An hour’s sleep. Nightmares already. James is at the square and Mark somewhere near it, without a phone. J calls in a conflict outside the Great Hall. A couple of thousand soldiers apparently emerged out the back, got hemmed in by swarms of citizens, and were stuck in a face-off. Now he’s at Zhongnanhai, and the tear-gassing has begun.
Portugal. The Man - Stables & Chairs
The abstract lyrics that come out of Portugal’s music are wonderful. I’ve been playing them over in my head for days and I couldn’t be happier. Oddly enough, they remind me of Frank O’Hara.
Federal Reserve Loses 9 Trillion
This is a couple weeks old. Sorry if it’s old news to you, but I can’t get it out of my head. The Federal Reserve of New York admits losing $9 Trillion. That’s right. Nine Trillion. This blows my mind. How does 9 trillion just go missing?
