my thick spit is hell of brown

Bataille on my mind due to all types of shit going on around. Taking it, spitting it up, getting up before the sun and taking a shit and going to school and shitting it all up again for teachers to take it.

Damn it all to hell sometimes.

I think I am over fucking. It's too much to bother with and I am no good at lying anyways. If you need to reach me, I will be in the back yard doing some work and not having any. I would make love but I haven't got any to spare.

This will be hell of fun.

new media!

David is tumblrin', I'm twitterin', but this ain't the Web 2.0.

As my brother says, "It's all a gradual, and slow, process, man. Not like the tubes just turned over a new leaf one day".

http://twitter.com/alexandermunro

reruns on chalkedup

http://www.chalkedup.com/daily/hppy-nw-yr-srsly


NEW CLASSES NEW BOOKS NEW TEACHERS SAME RAIN
go spring semester

savant garde

Hello,

I have been lazy. HotClique still lives. My commitment to posting on a regular basis as waned in recent times. I still surf the internet though:

http://birdpack.tumblr.com

as they say,

"BRB"

all-over-the-world-print

The inscription says something along the lines of "everyone one has a homeland, except us... our homeland lives in us." Its a designers comment on the situation of Palestinians in Lebanon.

They are babes (and may possibly hate our decadent Western lifestyle... I see a possible love story - boy meets fundamental girl, arbitrary borders separate them, American freedom fighters put girl in danger, Canadian peacekeepers provide boy a chance to save girl and redeem their patrio-nationalistic values, love.)

I wonder what the people, closer to us, homelandless, homeless, would create given a chance to stroll the runway. Derelict? Ive seen some amazing things on people walking the streets. I doubt the combination were by choice.

decemburrrrr

Snow is falling, wind is howling. Ray Liotta is yelling in the movie, duh.
I am all done classes and not working between now and then so here comes the fun.

Mt Baker thursday friday saturday. DutyFree on the way back.
Whistler sometime.
Christmas day in the Cove.
Get some salt stains on my kicks and some miles on the truck too.

See you all around this holiday season huh? Call me, or don't.

FUCK CRYSTY CASTLES

Duchess Sezzzzz

Caravanserai, lets go.

Man, talk about heavy winter setting in. I want so badly to go. That is really about all. If the caravan took me to Portugal or Spain or Hawaii or the Gulf of Mexico, that would be alright with me.

Classes are done come friday. After a few exams it will be work time for a month. I think that is fucked. Why arn't there bandits running down the streets, swastikas emblazoned on arm bands? Things feel about that weird out. Looks like rain.

We will be in 2009 soon; that is somewhere else. I bet it will still be raining in 2009. I bet I will look the same. I will have the same shoes then, for a while at least.