January 29, 2007

Dan Le Sac : "Thou Shalt Always Kill".

The Beatles were just a band.
Led Zeppelin -- just a band.
The Beach Boys -- just a band.
The Sex Pistols -- just a band.
The Clash -- just a band.
Crass -- just a band.
Minor Threat -- just a band.
The Cure -- just a band.
The Smiths -- just a band.
Nirvana -- just a band.
The Pixies -- just a band.
Oasis -- just a band.
Radiohead -- just a band.
Bloc Party -- just a band.
The Arctic Monkeys -- just a band.
The Next Big Thing -- just a band.

Posted by dean at 08:59 PM

January 27, 2007

Always The Last To Hear About The Bowel Cancer Of Terry Jones.

"Unfortunately, my illness is not nearly bad enough to sell many newspapers, and the prognosis is even more disappointing."

Posted by dean at 03:13 AM

January 24, 2007

A Journalist Cock Would Say Something Like, ''It's Early Yeah Yeah Yeahs (Before They Lost That 'Pizazz') Meets A Band That Everybody Namechecks, But No One Has Actually Heard Via Something That Is Not A Physical Place.''

Posted by dean at 08:31 PM

Steel Thief Bunk, Page 79.

"It does not make sense. It cannot exist. It's impossible, and if it isn't impossible, it's irrelevant, and if it isn't either of those things, it's embarrassing."

Posted by dean at 06:14 PM

January 15, 2007

Under The Pier, Near The Water-Drains, We Dug For Answers.

"With your hat like that," I say, "you just need a sword. And you'd be a pirate."

She pushes the hair out of her eyes with the small, yellow shovel.

"How long before the water changes?" I ask, flecks of sand on the cheek.

She digs into the filth.

"At least no one cares," I say.

"Listen," she says, and stops. "You really shouldn't have made her walk more than that." She points at my chest. "You were always doing that." Her hand twists towards the hole. "She knew."

The lights blink between the boards above, and I don't say anything back.

Posted by dean at 09:32 PM

January 09, 2007

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Posted by dean at 08:39 PM

January 08, 2007

Splotched Mangoes, Page 339.

She felt herself moving into a kind of trance beyond sleep and waking: a state of conscious dreaming, almost, in which she was dreaming that she was being carried by bears to a city in the stars.

Posted by dean at 11:32 PM

January 03, 2007

Splotched Mangoes, Page 293

The idea hovered and shimmered delicately, like a soap bubble, and she dared not even look at it directly in case it burst. But she was familiar with the way of ideas, and she let it shimmer, looking away, thinking about something else.

Posted by dean at 08:44 PM