Friday, April 29, 2011
Thursday, April 28, 2011
muZak
I wrote a song, but I can't read music.
Every time I hear a new song on the
radio I think, "Hey, maybe I wrote that."
Wednesday, April 27, 2011
Tuesday, April 26, 2011
Monday, April 25, 2011
Sunday, April 24, 2011
Thursday, April 21, 2011
Tuesday, April 19, 2011
Monday, April 18, 2011
Sunday, April 17, 2011
Friday, April 15, 2011
Thursday, April 14, 2011
Wednesday, April 13, 2011
Tuesday, April 12, 2011
Suburbia
The 1962 song "Little Boxes" by Malvina Reynolds
lampoons the development of suburbia
and its perceived bourgeois and conformist values
i.e., inhabitants of towns.
Monday, April 11, 2011
Saturday, April 9, 2011
Friday, April 8, 2011
Thursday, April 7, 2011
Wednesday, April 6, 2011
AloneNess
Alone
The mountains are lovely in the fall.
the streams run a little bit colder.
the dead leaf carried away into another winter.
the snow so white and deep.
the privilege of being there.
Why do they laugh
they....
think I a'm so alone.
[poem by Lubinus Labinus]
[poem by Lubinus Labinus]
Labels:
Lubinous Labinous,
PBtoman,
plismo
Monday, April 4, 2011
Sunday, April 3, 2011
Saturday, April 2, 2011
Friday, April 1, 2011
U.FoOz- Another Dimension
Insane people are always sure that they are fine.
It is only the sane people who are
willing to admit that we are crazy.
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