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| 12:15am 19/01/2007 |
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i've killed this.
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| 02:54am 26/12/2006 |
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i've killed this.
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| 12:27pm 16/11/2006 |
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ALBUQUERQUE, New Mexico (AP) -- Two police officers sued Burger King Corp., claiming they were served hamburgers that had been sprinkled with marijuana.
The lawsuit says Mark Landavazo and Henry Gabaldon, officers for the Isleta Pueblo tribal police, were in uniform and riding in a marked patrol car when they bought meals at the drive-through lane October 8 of a Burger King restaurant in Los Lunas, New Mexico.
The officers ate about half of their burgers before discovering marijuana on the meat, the lawsuit said. They used a field test kit to confirm the substance was pot, then went to a hospital for medical evaluations.
"It gives a whole new meaning to the word 'Whopper,"' the officers' attorney, Sam Bregman, said Monday.
"The idea that these hoodlums would put marijuana into a hamburger and therefore attempt to impair law enforcement officers trying to do their jobs is outrageous."
Three Burger King employees were arrested and charged with possession of marijuana and aggravated battery on an officer, a felony. They later were indicted.
The lawsuit, filed Friday in Bernalillo County, alleges personal injury, negligence, battery and violation of fair practices. It seeks unspecified damages along with legal costs.
Officials at Miami-based Burger King declined to comment, citing a company policy against discussing pending litigation.
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| anarchist for a day |
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| 08:57am 06/10/2006 |
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mood:  hungry music: duran duran - save a prayer
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went down to DC at 8 A.M. yesterday for the World Can't Wait rally - "no school, no work, no shopping - drive out the bush regime!". after 5+ hr.s of speaking and some anarachist conspiracy theorists trying to recruit one of my friends, we put Crime Scene tape on the gate of the white house and danced to african drumming and screamed out slogans like "THIS IS A CRIME SCENE! THEY ARE ARMED AND VERY DANGEROUS!" i really had to pee, so haley and a friend of mine snuck into some corporate operation office house, company headquarters where they make all the government deals. cameras and codes for everything. executives walking out of a petroleum company office on the 2nd floor panicked when they saw us. we said our parents let us in and they gave us the code to us their marble bathroom. (note: we were hiding anti-bush, anti-fasist posters the entire time)
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| 09:16pm 01/10/2006 |
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music: lcd soundsystem - your city's a sucker
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| theater of cruelty? |
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| 03:50pm 26/09/2006 |
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One man's poison another man's meat
One man's agony another man's treat
Artaud lived with his neck paced firmly in the noose
Eyes black with pain,
Limbs in cramps contorted
The theatre and its double
The void and the aborted
- Bauhaus
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| 04:20pm 25/09/2006 |
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dead milkmen - instant club hit (you'll dance to anything) came on xm radio
a couple fridays ago on my way to Ascension.
so many babybats bopping thier heads to bad Pet Shop Boys covers.
"oh baby look at you, don't you look like siouxsie sioux
don't try to tell me that you're an intellectual
cause you're just another boring bisexual
80 pounds of make up on your art school skin
80 points of I.Q. located within
Know what you are? You're a bunch of ...
Artfags! Artfags!"
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| 04:01pm 17/09/2006 |
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mood:  depressed music: Ziggy Stardust
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trying to distill my focus back onto my essay for PHL 224, existentialism: philosophy &theater. so many places pulling me otherwise. an effort to locate gabi is thus far non-existent, except in the premise of parody facebook groups. gabi was one of the few genuine people here, more than the typical outline of suburban trash. socialites are rarely recognized for being something other than fashion accessible &i’ve been therefore trying to kill my own campus character. alcock is the worst of all the residence halls, i’ve already got a homophobic notice, gay die, on my dry erase board. a visit to stimson takes at least three beautiful hours but my schedule does not allow me to allot that kind of time. i have vanished because most of my friends have stopped trying to communicate with a sober non-ostentatious version of myself.
got the call on Friday that my cousin had been diagnosed with pancreatic cancer and is expected to die within the month. so rushed to re-examine your preconceptions? dad also got his heart shocked back into rhythm two other times since i've been back here. &i seem the be the only worrywart around...
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| are you gonna make us call the popo are yr. fine ass? |
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| 08:56am 11/09/2006 |
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music: lady soveriegn - sad arse stripper
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refuse to believe you’re M.I.A.
it’s been 3.5 months since my lemon zinger broke into my dorm to smoke& shoplift my closet& 3 weeks since we talked about nicole richie scarfs and ray bans on the phone. that combo was gonna be yr. new 2006 fall semester theme (replacing cerial killers and glamourous drug trade) ......said you'd come late to the gouch but you never showed yr. FACE & you've been missing for over a week now….gabi, i love you and miss you so much. they say you aren’t even registered? what time zone are you in? give me a call? send me a letter? i can’t switch off my trepidation. how long can a girly be okay?
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| conjoined ideas. |
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| 07:19pm 30/08/2006 |
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for all I ever thought, tomorrow may never even end or begin? because it’s nothing but the here and now and who would have thought you’d be going around trying to freeze time even when it’s summer and you yourself are freezing curled on a linoleum floor. who would have thought you’d be kissing novels or reading the sky or painting pictures without any paint? been so distracted by all the clocks and watches mounted on every wall that I never even noticed the timer on the cable box. i am in my calvins now using the lifetime channel as white noise. i’d already cut my teeth on television. i just wish I really liked that sort of thing. It’s funny because even the most horrendous moments would be okay if they weren’t just in passing. stopped trying to figure if there’s something really out there. it’s all dead here in the bowels of education. |
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| 07:02pm 09/08/2006 |
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mood:  full music: The Slits - Shoplifting
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don’t really like the realosphere that much anymore…i know, i know. [insert all the “itoldyouso”s you’d like about self-fulfilling prophecies]. don’t know where to start or what to do or where to go…well, I could very well call a series of numbers I have stored on a series of phones, but ugh, 98% of human contact involves deliberately diluting some major compontant of my personality or either upping or downing the ante on femme fataleuality. there is always some nuance of some super advanced aesthetic and/or intellectual predisposition about me. hate it. been playing a lot w/ my dog Betty Boop, watching Weeds, reading J.T. Leory &Rip It Up and Start Again - simon reynolds, stalking you, the later instead. |
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| 03:04pm 02/08/2006 |
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mood:  tired music: public image ltd. - rise
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i dont know. they damage done to us seems irreversal? "every client's like a setting sun"? mom ordered a copy of the new"bipolar disorder for dummies". don't wanna even think how many people will actually take this shit interveniously. i only opened one page&already saw an assortment astronomical ploys to get us into those traps. once you get an md. you have the right to tell us to believe what we haven't seen with our own two eyes? the publisher but be off vacationing in mexico right now saying he did it for the AMERICAN UNCONSIOUS while the rest of us think that we still have dreama? |
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| nostogia |
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| 01:43pm 01/08/2006 |
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music: lucinda williams - right in time
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i’m sure there are still videos of me where i’m frozen in the microphone, trying my best to emulate the mariah carey’s repertoire &vibrato. when I was ten, twelve, thirteen, that music was totally me &of course, it’s moments like these that I want to make a bold statement that it isn’t true. i have so many ugly memories of elementary &middle school when the girls were toying with tank tops and boys and makeup &I was desperately trying to keep up. i suppose we all hated pre-adolescence &the beginning of high school but no one believed me (while they seemed to believing everybody else) when i said that “Live Through This” changed me unlike anything else had &probably ever would. this album completely articulated everything, even the material I didn’t even realize i had been wanting to scream out. &Courtney Love was the estranged female voice I’d been looking for whereas mariah’s childhood in which she “always felt like the rug could be pulled out from under me at any time” was a marketing ploy. &today, whenever I hear late 90’s pop songs, i remember all those upside summers when the schodack girls would tally their abercrombies &make out behind the cabin row. i remember one of my friends, lauren, kissing a boy from one of the other self-proclaimed “unpopular” bunks. i asked her how to do it; the concept of “french kissing” seemed completely vague &unfathomable. never though about these things before camp.
when I was younger, I had multiple crushes on a significant portion of the boys in my class. never analyzed the logistics of a third or forth of fifth grade relationship. i had one of those fisher price tape players with a microphone &used to record songs about anything I saw. my specialty, however, was my rendition of “drive my car”. my mom I had a pastime of stickering dad’s glasses lenses when he fell asleep in public &I remember riding on his shoulders, bumping my chin against his head. for years, I must not have recognized that there was a problem, or there must not have been a significant one because i would spend hours jumping into his arms &laughing from his bed.
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| 03:02pm 31/07/2006 |
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music: antony &the johnsons - hope there's someone
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there is a downcast of geniuses in my family who will smile or frown &let you know that you will never have another friend quite like them. i have this eerie connection to my mother’s side of the lineage. my father is mastermind to multiple degrees, but everything he did was so calculated &meticulous. numbers are my nemesis; whenever I see them, I automatically draw quick complementary images of hypothetical fascist reigns. politics of the family? i laugh to myself uncomfortably about how “math made me a feminist” while I watch my mother pay my college bills &hate the world for my hypocrisy.
went to my mom's sister 70th surprise birthday on Saturday. this is incrediably terrifiying, being as my mom herself is only nine years younger &her brother died two years ago at that age. my aunt has the same charisma i'd imagine that a dorothy parker would. of all the epic intellectuals in my mom's family, i have always found her especially captivating. not because of her passion fly through the things my mom &i cannot (fluently master eleven languages, ability to answer all the questions of jeopardy, the ability to maintain& change volatile marriages). i hate to make the analogy, but she almost reminds me of the 21rst century sylvia plath. i don't really know what it is though. the feeling i get at these family happenings is always especially intense.
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| 06:38pm 21/07/2006 |
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mood: fat &worthless. music: sleater-kinney - one beat
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i eat myself for breakfast &my eyes are full and soggy &the world seems so swollen so that my walls became fluorescent and my floors feel like linoleum. i am sick of this décor, but I can’t even get out of my personal house. years ago, when I was twelve, my mom told me how my stomach was chomping at it’s own insides. &I imagined all the acids churning. dissolving all the lining, then burning out the dust. this scared me. I ate a sandwich. seven years later, i dine out and this gets a double serving. flesh and whatever’s outside. soi should stop. “why purchase meat when there are 100 trillion cells inside waiting to be grilled?”. my eyes keep burn from the light, and my stomach keeps expanding – this disaster is disastrous and it goes on nonstop! unless I make it evacuate, or control every morsel or action. |
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| 01:01am 14/07/2006 |
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mood: depressed music: Rasputina - Mama Was An Opium Smoker
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i graduated from the summers of unreality and have been spending mostly solitary time in my own workshops, sitting and thinking and not even writing in this thing. anyway, went to the ear doctor today, who told drew a diagram of what once wasn’t my eardrum
dr sliced the skin in a semi-circle around my right ear &filled the hole with a slab
today, they pulled out a snake of cotton slinkyd in my cannel as padding.
the incision is what hurts like hell. Although everything today is now all loud &apocalyptic. in perfect correlation with current events!
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| replacement eardrum! |
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| 04:58pm 10/07/2006 |
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mood:  vertigo! &vicadin! music: Cruxshadows - Tears
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how can I possibly fix this? wish I had the patience to drop & roll dead &ALSO buy a greyhound ticket – destination? didn’t you read the signs bitch?!, this is the apocalypse express!!! give the driver a blowjob in exchange for promising me my own seat in the backrow. unfortunately, even if I ever did get this far & come this close, I know I’d be accidentally keeping me cell phone in my back pocket. the number of numbers I have collected seem to have skyrocketed to a level that even I must deem absurd& the only explanation for this is that really must want to fall back &out of that vehicle. i mean, aren’t the windows on all run down cars already kinda broken? some glass is better than others – that’s the first thing they teach you at the when you drive drunk at night into the local Home Depot. some glass is tinted so that the police can’t see you naked &wheezing &sniffing into a paper bag ASS UP searching for your insurance papers & a pair of cum stained calvins.
  mentally &physically, I am nothing (or everything) but a black hole. .they crafted me a new eardrum & I awoke like some 21rst century lesbian frankstein. it was my second prosthetic hearing device!& fifth auditory surgical repair!(!!!). no matter what I do, the universe always has a way of getting back at me. try to change your system only to learn that there is something worse than an equal and opposite reaction. i should have listened in kindergarten when they taught us on after school specials “you gotta be careful when yr. playing with fate” “if yr. bad, god doesn’t just boomerang you back into place” it’s always something worse than that. he commends you to a series of catches &landmines in one big virtual (in)human hell. god(or gosh hah), i don’t even want to listen to myself, I’m such a little catholic school dyke. there’s gotta be a fetish about playing with god. he can fuck you over &over&over better than any one else i have yet to meet. the universe knows all the mighty ways to chain you up& slap your butt &you don’t even have to commit a legal crime worthy of dropping to soap.
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| p.s. - REPLACEMENT EARDRUM TOMMOROW AT 1PM |
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| 09:49pm 05/07/2006 |
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mood: tired music: Kate Bush - Hounds of Love
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JAROBE - EARLY SELF-PERSONA SWANS
AJ: “you had a glimpse of what most people don’t see – the world of these male rock &roll figures”
Jarobe: I can’t tell you the type of sexism I encountered. I things I’ve come across in music have been overwhelming against females – right in your face, right across the room. …In Atlanta, I was involved with some people who organized ‘sexual entertainment’ for visiting celebrities…when all these ‘big name rock n’rollers’ came to town, I was one of the people who would go to their hotel and provide ‘services’ to them. I can understand people who do them. I was one of them. ...When I first got involved in this work, it was sort of mild. But it evolved to where I was the one who was probably involved in the most peculiar…extreme activities…I wound up doing things like being urinated on, being tied up &otherwise mistreated…at one point I was burned with a cigarette on my left breast…I was bound and gagged with a group spitting on me. A lot of this activity had nothing to do with sex; it was about treating you like shit……It was very interesting to me, because mentally I was able to get myself to another place…I don’t know if I want to say that I ENJOYED it, but in a way I enjoyed it more than some phony intimacy. There was warmth involved; it was an athletic experience. Athletic endurance….
AJ: People have unconscious ways of trying to get life back in when their bodies are numb. There are people who do things such as cutting the skin compulsively; that impulse comes from something like an inner gyroscope that’s trying to shock the system back to life. But we don’t have many “legitimate” avenues in society for how to accomplish that.
J: That’s true; you have to provide for yourself. Like you say, it seems like a lot of American society has become numb. I’LL NEVER BE THAT WAY NOW. (I became the complete opposite of the person I had been before, who was now unrecognizable to me: bleached blond hair, a lot of makeup, high heals, traditional rock &roll clothing. When I first met Michael, I referred to my old self as “she”…that’s how radical the transformation was). ….At 25, I didn’t know what I was looking for. I just knew that I had to get close to what I thought was “power” (which is almost a cliché for me to use).
AJ: We all have to deal with this question of power…Confronting it through rock &roll figures seems to have been a way to actually involve yourself in the extreme of experiencing such power: by being in a situation of subjugation.
J: Yeah; that’s the perfect way to describe it. I willingly allowed myself to go through that to get closer to the power I wanted.
AJ: So many women do similar things. The problem is that until recently, nobody really feels comfortable talking about them... I believe the transparency of this king of conversation reflects a kind of revolution of women taking power back for themselves. So many women can relate to what you’re saying; it’s just that this kind of story has been closeted even in feminist rhetoric.
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- Angry Women in Rock, Volume One
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