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Baptiste Giabiconi being shot by Karl Lagerfeld...... →
‘Igh ‘Eels?
June 2009
6 posts
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.
Hey Bay Area- I’m looking for artists whose work focuses on Natural History Themes for a galley show in July. Anybody open?
It seems so chilly for a barbeque!
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.
Cops now. Tweet more later.
And now i have possums.
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.