I cut up a ratty pair of jeans today…

And I think I may have just turned myself into Tobias. Gonna have to consider if these jorts are for public use…


Léon Spilliaert (B) “The Bather”, 1910.

Brussels, Royal Museums of Fine Arts of Belgium,

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Dream of Centipedes

There was a swarm of centipedes circling on the ceiling of the house we stayed at this past weekend. I was looking up from where I was sleeping and they just kept circling and circling on the ceiling up above me. They all of a sudden broke into separate groups and started heading for the walls. One group came to the wall next to the bunk bed we were on and I watched as they crawled down from the ceiling to level with our bed. There was one giant one that stood up and eyed us. It was about the size of a ferret. And then it lunged…



scavenger; an animal that feeds on carrion.

Etymology: German, from aas (carrion, bait) + fressen (to devour, to eat).

[Lenka Simeckova - Jackals & Arabs (Franz Kafka)]

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Obsolete: living; possessing life; not dead.

Etymology: from Latin vivus “alive”.

[Fay Helfer]

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It’s been a while. I think I’m going to try actually keeping up with this again. And not just posting about my band. Or random rebloggings. But actually keeping it as a sort of catalog of what the hell’s been going through my head. Luckily, I’m starting this now that it’s finally somewhat nice outside again, as it would have been a lot of depressing as all hell posts if I’d tried during the winter. It was a winter of a lot of really cool stuff happening. But it was also a winter of coming to terms with a lot of the bullshit of who I am and the fake parts of my daily interactions. Spring cleaning on all fronts.

I still wear glasses. They had a glare in them. I don’t like glares. And for shits and giggles I’m going to tag all these little thingamajigs with “glares”. Why not?