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prepare for a modern future.

The Fox

I was reading some poetry (because that's how I do) and I came across the following poem that made me want to punch something I liked it so much. Said poem lies below for your enjoyment:


The Fox

By Kenneth Patchen

Because the snow is deep
Without spot that white falling through white air

Because she limps a little - bleeds
Where they shot her

Because hunters have guns
And dogs have hangmen's legs

Because I'd like to take her in my arms
And tend her wound

Because she can't afford to die
Killing the young in her belly

I don't know what to say of a soldier's dying
Because there are no proportions in death.





So yeah. All pretensions of leisurely poetry-reading aside, that is damn good poem.

NR

WEEKEND PARTY FRIDAY EDITION

HEY GUYS

These photos are from our show friday with Smith Westerns and Bang Bangs at the Silver Dollar. It was a good time. Smith Westerns are the best glammy babies.
Z-Burge post-show state
Big mouth
Do not allow Z-Burge to write setlist
GUESS WHOSE LEGS ARE THESE LEGS
Stay tuned for Saturday and monday boating editions

Soul out you guys

This weekend is going to be nuts. Friday Silver Dollar, Saturday V-Fest, Monday a boat...

Stay tuned for our documentation of the above insanity. And come out to experience it all first hand.


N

sunday morning brings the dawn in etc.

Looking at the Alexander Wang website makes me upset I don't have thousands of dollars worth of monies in my considerably less-fashionable-than-his jodhpurs. Those are some nice clothes-items I would very much like to hang in my teensy closet.





Also, some other words, which shall hopefully find me less shallow and in less dire pecuniary straits:

A short stanza in the style of Miss Dorothy Parker that is far too ridiculous to possibly evolve into lyrics,

From Love's first fever
Right up to its plague
It seems the Reaper's
Latched onto my legs

There. There's sufficient ridiculousness for a Sunday morning.

NR

P.S. Inglourious Basterds was pretty much the best movie ever. It made me sweat.

From this moment forward

For you, we are a band of bloggers (who actually update things, probably). We will share with you our hopes, our dreams, our demos. Together we will laugh and cry, we will love and hate. We will live and die. We will experience all that the world has to offer. 

We are marching toward a shining, golden future. Please, join us.

-HDB