Buy the ticket, take the ride

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  • Fletcher: There are bands out there without Black Schwarzenbach in them, you know.
  • Blake: Yeah, but most of those bands suck.

Ramblings Pt. 2

I’m gonna build a tall bike. Regardless of the fact that I know next to nothing about bikes and I have no idea where to start. I will do it. And you will love it.

Mexican food really brings people together. 

Sleeping on an air mattress is pretty god damn lame. I am so over it. Who the hell takes a girl home to his air mattress?

That’s all I have right now. Pretty thin post. Oh well. It will be better next time. I’ll find some videos of cats on the ‘tube.

Ramblings Pt. 1

Riding my bike to work is making me realize how out of shape I am. I must say I find this very upsetting.

I purchased two This Bike Is A Pipe Bomb records today and that makes me very happy. 

My typewriter is in need of a new ribbon. Every time go downtown I always forget to take the old one  with me to see if that paper/art supply store has a matching one. 

Last Friday I attempted to keep track of subjects and ideas I want to write about by entering one sentence notes into my cell phone. I went through them on Sunday and not one of them jogged any memories. Most of them don’t even make sense. 

Too weird to live, too rare to die.

Too weird to live, too rare to die.

The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes “Awww! Jack Kerouac

I’m not sleepy and there is no place I’m going to.