Dirtbabe

And the way that you hate me, and the length of your hair.

No sleep for the wicked!

To laugh and cry and cry and laugh about it all again

And you are your father's daughter

He is not only dull himself, he is the cause of dullness in others.

ma vie privée

This is the circus. Everybody's trying not to go home.

Curiouser and Curiouser!

'But I don't want to go among mad people,' Alice remarked.
'Oh, you can't help that,' said the Cat: 'we're all mad here. I'm mad. You're mad.'
'How do you know I'm mad?' said Alice.
'You must be,' said the Cat, 'or you wouldn't have come here.'

Old Habits Die Hard

Blow Jobs for Blow

Don't be so amazing, or I'll miss you too much.

Open hand and an empty heart

I'm a-leaving tomorrow, but I could leave today.

Slumdweller

Mornings that last for hours and songs that last forever.

(Playlist: Theophilus London/The Magnetic Fields/Lou Barlow/Cap'n Jazz)

Riot in the streets

Ready To Rage - Bassnectar

Humdrum Town

Room with a view (The Top of the Johnson Street Bridge.)

Sarsparilla in the springtime

All the while I'll know we're fucked, and not getting un-fucked soon.

Feed Me To The Wolves!

Thirty-one indignant days, and all I got was this shitty photograph.

Two weeks in a Virginia jail

For my lover, for my lover.

Welcome to the Dollhouse

Mass Suicide.

Chapped Lips & a Burnt-Out Heart

The days when we still had our youth and our printmaking business still had its money.