had a good talk with james tonight. it inspired to look up his lyrics to benny and the jets mod boosh (i.e. alice and the boosh). while searching my e-mail, i realized something alarming: Mail.app seems to have deleted a bunch of mail i’d moved from my INBOX into a folder, mostly mail sent after Feb 2003. this is very upsetting. so many words sent off into the void, never to be read again. how’d that ol’ song go? something about electric knots and a mohair boosh… oh damn, i can’t remember.
and as the wind brew through the bristles, a collective sigh was heard among the dwellers in the valley of the boosh.
and now for the issues:
the new eels tee wears well. the old C.K. jeans need a wash. and it’s a sad day in hell because the cow pants have been retired.
why don’t people have pajama parties anymore?
it feels like all of my favorite articles of clothing are biting the dust. the old navy jeans now have holes in the knees… the chicago shirt is practically see through… and now the cow pants. once upon a time i was falling in love, now i’m only falling apart. i can’t find anything to replace those gems.
and now, my pets, this chronic heat is driving me to drink. keep it real. and remember, on a scale from 1 to awesome, you’re super great!
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