Saturday, August 20, 2005
Goddamned jet lag! Hopping aboard the fiery Amtrak Somnambulant every few hours, but conductors refuse to punch my ticket. My head's stuck at the Mersoy bar in Marmaris, and my ass continues to walk up Tverskaya Ulitza. Elja was crying at Sheremetyevo-2; that last kiss must have poisoned soft tissues. Peering a hole through the Samsung...
Healing apace, can't complain. We finally got round to watching Ingrid Goes West . Brutal, hilarious, brilliant. TS
KSV 409: Merkwürdig Riechnerv 's No Knife to Twist is available now for digital cogitation and limited-ed CD levitation via KSV Bandcam...
Day Eight. Matte essays into razor tabletop. While I read from sliced divination, re-describe third outlet... TS