brundlefly

i am djing right now.
it's true.
live and in the flesh.
much like flesh-eating mammals like yourselves.

your sister called me yesterday. looking for love in all the wrong places. though with me it was purely a coincidence. a wrong number. a wrong day.
a wrong element.

everything you know is wrong.

or are you no longer wed?
i'm playing the new thievery corporation right now.
it's better than you think.
it's better than i think. or thought.

thing is, this keyboard doesn't work for me. it's too sticky.
not sticky as in gross sticky. though there's that part too.
more like, the buttons stick. suck ass succotash wednesday

7:05 p.m. - Tom Ammiano just walked in.
for people outside San Francisco, he's on the Board of Supervisors of the City and has run for mayor, god, at least once though i think more than that.

i'm going to keep updating this tonight so, sorry if you get a RSS feed as you'll get a bunch of updates every time i publish.
but you can deal.
after all, i'm proud of you.
uh oh gotta go!
the song is almost over!
shite!

he's holding court with a small entourage, of course.
tom ammiano i'm talking about.
his pursory voice definitely rises above the din.
the murmur if you will.
murmur me baby.