Too late.
So instead, I stayed up the better part of the night making something for one of them collaborative "art" things I tend to participate in, but it's sort of topical, being my birthday and all:
Thursday, July 19, 2007
Well, so much for the suicide pill...
There was a running joke that I'd picked up a cyanide capsule in case I got word that turning 30 wasn't worth it.
Too late.
So instead, I stayed up the better part of the night making something for one of them collaborative "art" things I tend to participate in, but it's sort of topical, being my birthday and all:
Too late.
So instead, I stayed up the better part of the night making something for one of them collaborative "art" things I tend to participate in, but it's sort of topical, being my birthday and all:
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3 comments:
Is that coughing as percussion? Nice.
That's pretty cool. The abrupt cuts and odd combinations of sounds contribute to an apocalyptic atmosphere that's apropos.
(Yes! I used apropos in a sentence! What's next on my list?)
Also, happy birthday!
30... I hit 30 next May...do you still have the pill?
Not going to Renew, eh?
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