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*my parents don't regularly use marijuana

LIFE COLLAGE

The Man Whose Name I Have Forgotten, or, Giacometti (A Poghem)

The Man Whose Name I Have Forgotten

loved Giacometti
or perhaps he just loved saying “Giacometti”
he was that type
the New Yorker who was terrified of New York
and came to San Francisco
and was now equally terrified
of losing his New York accent
and it was good practice for him to say
Giacometti this, Giacometti that, Giacometti,
Giacometti.
It helped.

But I’m not giving him
enough credit- I should
be better to him, since I’ve already
forgotten his name. Then again
he promised to split parking with me when we went
to the Museum of Modern Art and
never did- I’ll call that
even.

Still I should be better
to him. He loved art, truly, he was the kind of man
who could stare at a single piece,
postmodern art, paint drizzled on canvas, even a solid blue canvas,
for hours.

We spent six hours at the Museum
and when I had walked through all the exhibits
and walked down from the fourth floor looking for him
to tell him it was time to leave
I found him
on the first floor
still
in the first room
still
standing.

Glass of Water in the Stockroom

Glass of Water in the Stockroom (A Poghem)

Episode 2:
“I took his CDs out of my car.”
“Oh, yeah. Yeah, they might get stolen. That’s nice.”
“I don’t give a fuck if they get stolen, I just don’t want someone to break my windshield to get at them.”
“Your windshield is already broken.”
“Fuck you.”

Episode 1:
“I always lock the glove box so people don’t steal my CDs.”
“People don’t steal CDs. Not anymore. People don’t even listen to CDs anymore.”

Episode 0 (TXT MSGS):
“oh i see. guess i need to work on taking a hint. and u need to work on being more direct. whatevr. peas.”
“well u went to stanford u should know that classes n xtracurriculars come b4 hanging out w a cool guy in sf.”
“no question when i was at stnfrd i hardly had time 4 myself much less anyone else. looking back my priorities were fucked.”

FURTHER UPDATES AS SMS WARRANTS.

open up the store and let the money pile up

GO: http://stores.lulu.com/ender_08athotmaildotcom

where its at

"the big city can get lonely"

it says on a giant billboard overlooking

the church of jesus christ branding and advertising.

i was thinking i was a priest or a prophet

or at least somehow powerful.

countries make war on other countries

and countries are made by their internal

cultures. and internal cultures are made

by stories told by corporations and by

moms, to young kids. now im a power

mom with a loaded gun and a bottle

of bourbon and a nation of children,

mouths watering, ready to sink

teeth into a massive american burger.

i will tell them what it tastes like.

and then we go to war.

Fillmore Shoot

Last night I was feeling "hella alternative" because I went to the Fillmore to shoot for a promoter after I got off work, which was an alternative to going to bed at 9:00. Chiddy Bang was performing. I guess they are underground because I didn't know what they looked like, so I Wikipedia'ed 'em earlier in the day while I was at work, but Wikipedia had no photograph, so I had to Google.

When I did the publicity shots there were "hella chickz" trying to "jump on" them (Figure 1).



However, the performers seemed completely impervious to their groupie's feminine charms (via pure, undiluted interracial workplace bromance) (Figures 2 and 3).





The people there were extremely alt, especially via braces, henna, iphones, metal signz, and having "jeeesus on their neck-uh-luss"es (Figure 4).



The event was being promoted by a company that rents textbooks or something to college kidz. They do something involving textbooks + internets, not sure if it is like netflix (sending physical books around by mail) or involves textbooks as e-books (for ur kindle, etc.) The company handed out free alt sunglasses to everyone at the concert, but because it was dark inside and about 30% of the people who arrived weren't stoned, a fair number of attendees found the glasses too dark and popped out the lenses, which littered the Fillmore floor (Figure 5).



Not sure if Chiddy Bang are "selling out" by being associated with the company. Maybe reading is hella alt. The company mascot is an egg. (Figure 6A).



This bro and this broette were "trying to have intercourse" but someone had vandalized the Wikipedia article on how to do it, and they got confused. Fortunately though, this bro is being "safe" (via sticking his tongue out the side of his mouth opposite the egg). Also note that the egg can see (via a burqua-like patch of cloth) (Figure 6B).

some links i've really been digin' lately

http://www.applebees.com/menulanding.aspx

http://www.google.com/images?client=safari&rls=en&q=social+media+wizard&oe=UTF-8&um=1&ie=UTF-8&source=og&sa=N&hl=en&tab=wi&biw=1354&bih=671

http://erikstinson.tumblr.com/post/3049292014/and-then-i-disappeared-again-writing-by-erik

http://soundcloud.com/rnbmillionaires/girls

dump.fm

http://oaklandvideo.blogspot.com

http://hologramcity.blogspot.com/