i’m not sleeping well these days again…
People who worship bikes and put all sorts of fancy things on them and pour money onto them and “fix them up” and shit. To me these are the same people who worship cars and put fancy things on them and fix them up and shit. The fixie bike with the bright green handlebars and yellow fucking wheels and the pink seat or whatever. That’s just conspicuous consumption dude. Same as that Jaguar. Or that Hummer. Or that truck that for some reason is really high off the ground. Shallow, superficial vanity. And when I see a pack of retards on bikes running red lights I will always have to curb my desire to hit them with my car.
Yes, I am a hater.
and my most favorite, articulate, beloved hater. ;)
what’s this you ask? oh nothing but the totally rad collection of Woody Allen movies my best pal Manuel sent me for my birthday. :)
(Annie Hall included, yes!)
look who turns into the submissive little bunnie when you scratch his head…
Bob Dylan and D.A. Pennebaker from the documentary Don’t Look Back.
Sidenote: If you like Bob Dylan and have not seen this film, then go buy it for yourself for Christmas. Don’t rent it, don’t borrow it from a friend. Please buy the film. You’ll watch it over and over again.
is this the reason for the Belle & Sebastian line, “Don’t look back….like Bob Dylan in the movies…”?
perhaps it was a slight attack of insanity after all. there is no longer any trace of it left. the peculiar feelings i had the other week strike me as quite ridiculous today: i can no longer enter into them. this evening i am quite at ease, with my feet firmly on the ground.
Nausea; Jean-Paul Sartre
mostly. yes.
i need to make myself one of these…
alright. starting tomorrow. my house is going to be creativity grand central. art projects. short story writing. DIY like a mutha…
i think i really like the idea of this…
how adorable are those birds on the wall?
