comradelemon asked: YOU HAVE A BEET TATTOO. So do I. I'm excited.
AWESOME! send a pic! your pre-birthday cake looks AMAZIN’. got a recipe?
cant scrape together quite enough
to ride the bus
to the outskirts of the fact that i need love
(i get re-obsessed with the new pornographers or one of its members on a monthly basis)
also, i know we stopped playing this game about a year ago, but fo real:
jenny lewis = white swan, neko case = black swan
January 28, 2012
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME
January 25, 2012
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this whole conversation is embarrassing
January 8, 2012
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little life-giver
December 30, 2011
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DR FINGER PRESENTS: God Rest Ye Merry Fingers
Dr. Finger warms up San Diegans who complain about it being “so chilly” in the wintertime.
Christmas Day 2011
Stoner Dads presents…
God Rest Ye Merry Fingers LIVE!
Dr. Finger
Encinitas, CA
1. the bro sure looks nice [sheryl crow vs. dmx vs. chamillionaire]
2. careless superstar ft. rami [wham vs. the carpenters vs. beyonce]
3. this song is about me [carly simon vs. beyonce]
4. ride wit me-oh-wee-oh-wee [nelly vs. lil wayne vs. biz markie]
5. baby when we’re grinding in the usa [blue vs. miley cyrus vs. shaggy vs. chumbawumba]
December 26, 2011
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December 14, 2011
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i got a beet tattoo
December 12, 2011
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“
The beet is the most intense of vegetables. The radish, admittedly, is more feverish, but the fire of the radish is a cold fire, the fire of discontent not of passion. Tomatoes are lusty enough, yet there runs through tomatoes an undercurrent of frivolity. Beets are deadly serious.
Slavic peoples get their physical characteristics from potatoes, their smoldering inquietude from radishes, their seriousness from beets.
The beet is the melancholy vegetable, the one most willing to suffer. You can’t squeeze blood out of a turnip…
The beet is the murderer returned to the scene of the crime. The beet is what happens when the cherry finishes with the carrot. The beet is the ancient ancestor of the autumn moon, bearded, buried, all but fossilized; the dark green sails of the grounded moon-boat stitched with veins of primordial plasma; the kite string that once connected the moon to the Earth now a muddy whisker drilling desperately for rubies.
The beet was Rasputin’s favorite vegetable. You could see it in his eyes.
”Jitterbug Perfume Tom Robbins
