DEZIDERATA
The name of this blog post is
THE BLACK KEYS
It's just nice when you can count on a band to put out a barn-burnin' album. I'm not even all the way through and its gained my respect as an album that I can't wait to make memories (or love) to. Their fried eventful love lives have sparked new words and feelings about sex that only works to expand our scopes, visions, expectations and abilities to love and be loved. They, and a lot of music remind us that even when feelings are not happy feelings, they deserve attention and notoriety just like the happy feelings we love to brag about. Also, that something so painful, can be translated, through the wires of an abstract self afflicting mind, into something more beautiful than love itself.
LET ME RANT FOR A SECOND
THIS:
Has been my reality recently.
BAD COFFEE
Anyone who knows good coffee can join me in saying that this is an abomination. This is gross, and it hurts me to serve this to people who really don't know better.
These people serve bad coffee
but their coffee is consistently bad.
+add a legacy of 19 years
/divided by hundreds of regulars who crave this bad coffee
multiplied by lots of bad habits and the expectation for this coffee at an unreal speed=
speechless dezi.
I serve these people their shitty coffee like I let kids believe in Santa Claus.
with a guilty conscience.
The oatmeal and toast that I'm eating is way more interesting than digging into myself for stuff.
but here's some websites and links that will tickle you a bit.
http://foodgawker.com
http://fuckyeahcutehair.tumblr.com/
http://twitter.com/vivadeziderata
http://neighborhoodies.com/
fun fun, out of the sun
now lets ride our bikes twelvemiles to the north
flirt with the river on the way up
eat at our fav lunch spot
dont forget bug repellant, I can't donate anymore
soak it up, kid
angry bitch, dirty bitch, brooke trout, TPET.
