Saturday, May 23, 2009

nathan cleans out the garage.

broke my toe today. good work.


exhibit 9. what the fuck is this?


exhibit 10. why would you need this?


exhibit 11. identify anything in this picture



it's not my fault you are book smart and street stupid.


Again
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Friday, May 22, 2009

geremia.

exhibit 8. alex and oprah discuss the fate of the automotive industry.



there is a man on my roof right now. the dogs have gone mad.

bonde do role. epic. filthy. brazilian. portuguese. brilliant.

are you trying to fucking kill me.

exhibit 7. yeah, well fuck you too.




no no no, you don't understand. i'm an inhibited motherfucker. if it's not written, i can't even speak.

Thursday, May 21, 2009

nathan becomes the eraser.

look at it out here, it's all falling apart. i'm erasing you and i'm happy!

i have become thom yorke. nirvana reached. death eminent.

alright...

eep opp ork ah-ah. the soundtrack of my life. the motion picture soundtrack of my life. let's see how many song references i can make. there's two.

it's like, eric and i need to rage. good thing i found a surprise in my basement to make the raging so much easier. there are no surprises like good surprises.

exhibit 6. fact. it's like the spoonman.


tapes n tapes is on.
and so is st. vincent.

jesusiamsomadatyouandidontknowwhaybutleavemealone.

i counted three.

Wednesday, May 20, 2009

calloo calloo callay.

exhibit 5. i gain my musical roots. pun intended.


so. american psycho by bret easton ellis. i haven't slept. in a while.

i've found my calling: damage control.

That's alright, I laugh myself sometimes. Ain't a whole lot else you can do.

In the desert
I saw a creature, naked, bestial,
Who, squatting upon the ground,
Held his heart in his hands,
And ate of it.
I said: "Is it good, friend?"
"It is bitter-bitter," he answered;
"But I like it
Because it is bitter,
And because it is my heart."

-- Stephen Crane

I found my little pad! Time for some gonzo note taking!

"TO WHAT END, NATHAN"

Tuesday, May 19, 2009

corn flake crumbs.

they don't sell them at major retailers. fact.

the story is getting a lot of work done. not fact.



let it happen!

why cyber when you can sext?

HEY EVERYONE! CLIMB ON THE SITUATION ESCALATOR TO NOWHERE!

nowhere!
shit
shit
shit
shit
shit
shit
shit
shit
shit
shit



this looks a lot cooler in person.

Monday, May 18, 2009

nathan meets victora.

exhibit 4.

postal.

standing in line at the post office today. of course there was only one person working and there is practically a line out the door. hilarity ensues as she goes into the back in the middle of talking to a customer and she yelled a litany of expletives before returning to her post.

shortly thereafter, three new attendants suddenly show up for their duty.



LaBlogotheque is GOD.

exhibit 3. new teeth!



last night. writing. produced: “the one who doesn’t move and might be dead but I’m afraid to check because he may or may not eat me I don’t know but get someone else to look after him, okay? Thanks”.

good lord!

slowly losing faith with each day. finally getting all that faith baggage off of my shoulders.

DO YOU REALIZE?!?!

Sunday, May 17, 2009

nathan goes off the grid.

Exhibit 2. A FOOTNOTE!


so i started writing "the story". well, it has a kick ass foreword. heh. alright.

it's not that i don't like you; i just don't like the concept of you.

today, i'm talking to tigers from my cafeteria tray. we can play that song at the end of the night when everyone is drunk. but i'm not drunk. great. have a beer.

and i have yet to get a new phone. so don't contact me. well, contact me, just not by phone. i need the auditory communication. it's nice to not have one. to be alone. fantastic.

all the trees of the field will clap their hands!

Saturday, May 16, 2009

i saw the words.

i chortle as patton does backflips in his grave. mark likes it; says if there was a gay patton it would be him.

lead on, mark. lead on.

youdontbelieveinhappinessbecauseitbringsyoudown. idiot.

exhibit 1. the bringing up of something unrelated to the discussion

i am. very.

again,again,again,again,again.

it fucking rained last night. i secretly hoped for it to suddenly freeze and watch the world turn into a rink of ice. how pleasant.


What the hell happened Frank? What the hell? WHAT THE HELL?

Eve, calm down. This sort of stuff happens.
Yeah and I expected something like this to happen to someone else, not Paul of all people. Christ, what the HELL was he doing? I could just kill– [realizing what she has just said, she breaks down into a chair].
Eve, please…
How can you just sit there? Paul could be dead. Do you understand? What the hell…
Evelyn! Listen---
And why are you so fucking calm? You have no idea what the hell could be happening to him as we speak. He’s probably dead; is that what you wan---
YES!

you seem to think coherence is necessary. there is nothing necessary. one day all of this will come together and make some sense and not end up as a macauly culkin publication.

the plot sickens, indeed.

is there something any more sacred than a vase of flowers. they go untouched until they die. i wish i was that.

and i leave on a positive note. the sun shines, the wind blows, and it all is going to change, enjoy.

nathan goes to war.

(middle finger salute)

enlisting is finished. papers just went through. i may not tell you, but you are free to ask me about it.

suppositions whilst upon the apex of humanity.



there is a fair, yes a fair, in town. i went. it rained. it rained all night. it has yet to stop raining. there were only children there at said fair. all outside with their cigarettes and their chains, grinding them against their teeth, hoping to start something, anything. these children, if we can call them that, have no future. they are jokes in the world. they have their tails, their cheetos, their newport 100s. they know nothing.

then again, i know nothing. and i shall continue to observe them from within the equal walls of ignorance that have been placed around us. they can save faces while i keep up disappearances.

we all have stories. they will be known in due time.

{faintly}reckoner........... you are not to blame for.................{silence}

[with thundering voice] MATH AND SCIENCE FLOW FROM YOU LIKE WATER! YOU HAVE A GIFT, AND YET YOU IGNORE IT. IT'S AS IF YOU ARE CHOOSING TO USE YOUR LEFT HAND INSTEAD OF YOUR RIGHT. YOU ARE A DISAPPO---

i shall teach. and i shall learn. and i shall grow when i shake the dirt from my sandals.

thereisnothingmorebeautifulthanachandelierwithasingleblacklightinit.

you were born alone and will die alone so do whatever the fuck you please in between.

it's that time.

Friday, May 15, 2009

nathan in brugges.

(c)ratatat

once again, everything is shit. it's orange and bubbly.

Thursday, May 14, 2009

visitation hours.

it's not college when you are home!
you'd think after 20 long years i'd be used to the spin.

animal collective. four days. unable to go. tickets verging on two bens.

alex is going; she goes everywhere.

she is johnny cash.

it's thursday... excellent.

as if lichens began slowly growing up the arm in a duplicitous fashion.

i want my pinhole camera back. maybe if i get it, i'll take advantage of the day ahead.

Tuesday, May 12, 2009

christmas skanking at duncan's.

the photocopier has gone mad. it seems as though the concept of committing tax fraud [even as a joke] pushed it over the edge. rest it's soul.

duncan called the other day mentioning his infamous christmas party. he's behind the times. or ahead. i can never tell.

it's may. i don't répondez s'il vous plaît. i have barely had time to regain my footing from the move home.

i continue to fold laundry as i replace my headphones to the upleft and upright positions.

2+2=5 - radiohead
neon bible - arcade fire
toop toop - cassius
erole attak - boys noize
get me away from here, i'm dying - belle and sebastian
bunny ain't no kind of rider - of montreal
cobwebs - animal collective
motor - sebastian
autumn in new york - billie holiday
the calendar hung itself... - bright eyes
john wayne gacy jr. - sufjan stevens

two and two always makes a five.