Currently Listening Room Noises By Eisley see related

- Marvelous Things

Today's Look: Something old, something new, something borrowed and something Paisley. Thrift store-comfy jeans, Chucks (made visually orgasmic by Emma), vodka tank, fuschia paisley scarf/belt, troll dolls, and pigtails underneath the lime crown of sarcasm that is my messenger cap.

Here in the Wingate Inn, with Nate, Dad, and Roxanne. Thought I'd update (and say that I will use ver. 2 only if I fear it will lose me the gig. If I see a man of the cloth in the audience, alternatives may be accessed.)

If Elijah keeps himself organized, he gets to fly his skinny mexican self up for Homecoming. Be still my beating black-abyss-where-a-heart-should-be.

Yesterday, went to Checkered Past with Tic (30% off vintage ... w**t!), and on the corkboard outside, amid the posters for band gigs and cancer awareness walks and anti-war psychobabble, I saw this brutal image tacked. The same picture had been at Neato Burrito. It was some picture that had been altered via computer and I will try and re-create it to the best of my ability:

something like that. Shivery, huh? I smell something in the air, something increasingly like revolution.