Category Archives: Nothing
Went under: May ’06.
Went under: April ’07.
Went under: November ’08.
I’ve – yeah – never talked directly about this stuff here much in the past. (Edit: except at the very beginning, I guess.) I don’t know why I am now, or if it’s sensible. Talking about badness just feeds into it.
Teigan’s ego is addicted to saying too much.
I just got nothin’ else to talk about RN. The only thing I really care about is getting out of this $%# hole.
Which is kind of the problem.
FFS stop digging and chill the fuck out, man.
Bitches who know how to treat their slaves right.
One such ultrastar of an individual graced Chez Hagakure’s now-vacant second bedroom last weekend whilst on an all-too-brief-and-rare visit to Teh Melbourne.
It was, as always, a total & unmitigated pleasure to accommodate her.
So long, the so-called Real World. It was nice knowing you. In some aspects.
ION: O. M. F. G. Why was I not told about this?! (That’s what I get for not reading the news, I guess.)
Although, y’know, in some ways it was almost too easy.
(ION: \m/ (>.<) \m/)
TIA. (No, not that TIA.) (Necessarily.)
(This post is dedicated to Mr R. Henley, who doesn’t approve of this kind of thing. Appaz.)
It is going to go OFF.
Here is a picture that this chick posted on my wall, which I like very much:
As you can see, it depicts a longhaired cat sitting atop a moog or some such against a background of stars and bares the motto: “Astro Cat will play for you the Symphony of Space.”
Like William Carlos Williams’ red wheelbarrow, it is what it is.
No more, and no less.
No camera = no pictures + very low commentage levels = just got nothin’. Sorry.
It’s all about F***book right now, anyways. If you want me, friend me on FB. If you want to know my FB name, write me.
I am well, and having a lovely time.
More TK when the moment is propitious. Please stay tuna etc.
Between sleep and waking, when you’re everyone and everything and nowhere and nothing.
You’re free. It’s nice. I used to live there.
I miss it when I relapse into the delusion of being a specific person.