Foo Fighters – Everlong (ISOLATED DRUMS AND VOCAL MIX)
This is one of the coolest things I’ve ever heard.
She is always in pain. I am learning to never be one for her. Were only my kiss heroic/n…
Don’t mind if I do! (Photo taken by me in Oakland, California; June 2011)
Ian Khadan, my good man, fellow poet and New Yorker “eggstraordinaire” made one of the best omelets of my life just now. That’s provolone oozing out of it. Oozy… Too oozy… Toozy. He won over a part of my heart tonight. Visit Ian’s site: http://www.iankhadan.com
Can’t remember where I found this, but I dig the sentiment.
Portland, Oregon—January 2012.
I have heard of it and am very interested in it. I know some people involved with the one in NY, so we’ll see. In my life, I tell way more stories than I do slam poems.
I’m an obsessive screenshot taker. I have folders upon folders of screenshots. Is that weird? I only do it for good movies, of course.
I have a very foggy, clouded recollection of being born. It was all too bright, scary, cold and confusing. I have attributed those feelings to the act of being born, but I cannot be sure. My first clear memory is of me at six months old, being held by my grandmother’s neighbor. She kept “goo-goo-gaga-ing” me and I kept feeling concerned for her lack of intelligence. I remember feeling too close to her face and untrusting of her.