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Baptiste Giabiconi being shot by Karl Lagerfeld...... →
‘Igh ‘Eels?
June 2009
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Fuck you, bottle of mysterious antique acid. Now I have blisters.
Suddenly falling into a vein of your high school crowd on Facebook is at once delightful and immensely depressing.
New blog: Fuck It Up!: Heads Up! Pigface online listening party – new album finished! Hey! Join .. http://tinyurl.com/lt2b6t
Ha. Finally beat fallout. Never did find a death claw, though…
May 2009
25 posts
Just when you think ‘on top of a bus’ is a good seat, somebody puts their bus on top of another bus.
It was only two bottles of wine…
Off to unincorporated Richmond for cookery and silliness.
It seems so chilly for a barbeque!
Hey Bay Area- I’m looking for artists whose work focuses on Natural History Themes for a galley show in July. Anybody open?
The woman at the bus stop with me has a dreadlock the size and shape of a dead cat.
Thanks! You rock pretty hard yourself. But, how does one cultivate brain cells? I could use a few more.
Possums have been turned over to professionals. On heat and getting fluids.
And now i have possums.
Cops now. Tweet more later.
Make that a flaming donald duck hat.
There is a man doing an accordian version me the power puff girl theme song in a donald duck hat.
What doing this evening, Bay Area? I have @d23 in tow and am in need of amusement.
Today I met a Shi-Tzu shaved entirely except for a Fu Manchu. I love my job.
It’s some kind of sign when you’re waiting for a bus at seven am and the bum next to you cracking his morning 40 reminds you to finish l …
Craigslist is currently very small.
I am going to brave the new Star Trek. I am skeered.
Last night’s dreams: earthquakes, runaway cars, and accidental shootings. No, no. I’m not stressed.
My roomate has abandoned me with an entire tray of brownies.
I just realized my last Tweet included the word ‘punkles’. Dear Predictive Text: I hate you. Stroller. I meant stroller.
Oh oakland. I just saw a woman pushing a punkles rigged out with an excellent sound system.
I am full of kitten win.
Took @baudot on Bay Area tour of Strange Islands and Paths that Dissappear As You Walk On Them.