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Jett Superior laid this on you on || February 15, 2003 || 9:46 am

A song dedication for my favorite superhero and wannabe hermit:

There’s nothing I could say / To make you try to feel ok / And nothing you could do / To stop me feeling the way I do / And if the chance should happen / That I never see you again / Just remember that I’ll always love you

I’d be a better person / On the other side I’m sure / You’d find a way to help yourself / And find another door / To shrug off minor incidents / And make us both feel proud / I just wish I could be there / To see you through

// Badly Drawn Boy, “A Minor Incident”

I’ll be the Dignan to your Anthony anytime, or vice-versa.

You know, whatever works.

5 worked it out »

  1. tel 2.15.2003

    One morning, over at Elizabeth’s beach house, she asked me if I’d rather go water-skiing or lay out. And I realized that not only did I not want to answer THAT question, but I never wanted to answer another water-sports question, or see any of these people again for the rest of my life.

    They’ll never catch me…because I’m fucking innocent!

     
  2. Jett 2.15.2003

    Wha– why is there tape on your nose?

    Exactly!

    Del’s gone. He stole his car.

    He’s out. And you’re out, too. And I dont think I’m in, either. No gang!

     
  3. redclay 2.16.2003

    i haven’t made up my mind about that movie.

     
  4. redclay 2.16.2003

    so thick crusty steaks, sparagus, roasted taters, and champagknee. non-vintage, true, but veuve, pommery, and krug.(gone now, and i got to think about

    the sacifices of war. i don’t mind cutting somebodies throat, they need it, i don’t mind dying, long as

    it involves a pretty girl. but sacrifices of war. i will miss the wine, and especially the bubbly. thank the good Lord they don’t make beer worth a damn.)

    but a girl, a tanned girl, the kind of tan, a prive-legged makes its own lotion all over why do they keep the booze so far from the beach

    haven’t we already bought everything worth a damn from these cobbled together dusty dying no excuse for these communist

    countries since california learned to cook tan….

    i had cooked, and well. but i had hit a nerve, parently the one under her 3 pound diamond.

    something about even her jealousy couldn’t swim againnst a band that heavy.

    she had missed, throwing like a girl. leaded crystal exploding, and i got to tell her,

    it’s dangerous. it could get lodged. and even though it wouldn’t kill me right away,

    when i was 16, i had promised my liver. causa all the hard work coming.

    barring a blunt instrument or a bullet, my liver had dibs on my demise.

     
  5. Tim 2.17.2003

    Bottle Rocket was an excellent first effort by Wes. I wish I could say the same for Jason’s Phantom Planet.

     

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