Tuesday, November 10, 2009







Neo-Benshi.


   "Where the Sheets have No Name"

Touareg chirg tide
gray skies · brown puddles cradling
taillights · glow
stuck halfway through the intersection · Downtown
narcocorrida · dull stomach ache
the stained concrete · how
high has the river become
after the night's
torrent · after the
night long noise


Rhapsody. (thanx Melanie!)


I heard that a US nickel is actually worth ten cents for the metal in it (oh all right,--seven) . So why doesn't the store collect all its nickels at the end of the day, & once a month truck them all over to the smelter for cash? Uh, i was just informed that this would be illegal. So the nickels need to be smuggled. It wouldn't pay to support a whole operation--unless this is what goes back in the empties from smuggling something more profitable. Suddenly i have a great plot: a person discovers the nickel-smuggling operation first, not realizing it's a drug lord's sideline.


Murder Most Confederate.


Fastest Chihuahua in America. (via Sclerotic Rings)

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