Quotable Quotes

So apparently I need some pot and a hi-fi. The music quest for this afternoon is kinda crazy.
Quotable Quotes from the past 48:
Prophet and Me (God)
someone wrote "I think you're pretty" in the library bathroom, but it was written opposite the mirror and backwards so that when you look in the mirror you can read it normally
awwwwwwwww!
10:50 PM
that's so "random act of kindness"
i approve
god loves it
haha
I kind of want to go around doing that now
i think we should
i think it is the First Godly Act
Second
after Godly Sex

How I Became God: Me and Daisy
baby, I cannot fix you
why
I am not God, Satan, or a licensed therapist
i know
but you are jica

Jackson and Baby Bee As Quoted to Prophet. and Response.

jackson says i'm writing for lifetime, phee says i'm daft and adds : People can't resist you. you're like...like some kind of magnet of magnetistic magnatism.
you are
you are a giant magnet
and everyone else is a paperclip
and we all get stuck and stick out at weird angles
(bunny-minion) is a bunny-shaped paperclip. *collapses into laughter*

Why I Love Lady J:
another brick in the wall just came on
omg lol
expressionism!
and reminded me of german class\
yeah
4:20 PM
is it bad that i want to have sex to this album? that's bad, right?
no, that's nt bad.
that might be kinda hot
. . .this is why i love you

I just want sex. And this song is somehow very appropriate. 11 days, ish.
And this is appropriate too, from Daphne Gottleib's "Kissing With The Lights On"
You want flowers and sonnets and us
to be together until the end of the world and I'd
just like a blow job. I'd just like
to see your face when you come. I'd just like
to be friends.
That's what I'd really like.
Something warm and snuggly like friendship.
And to fuck you.

Yay for snuggly bunny minions. Who do not have LJ. *laugh* oh well.

So I'm less of a deadbeat

I have plane tix out of the South.One thing off the long long list standing between me and the sweetness of the Pioneer Valley.
I've also finally found a bloody radio station. And they remind me of my 'Cole. I wonder how she is.

my brain

How many forms of I.D.?
Lie to your mother,
Collect beer bottles, razor bites and the sound of a bass,
Eat your veggies and glow in the dark,
Wait for the touch that makes you real again. Not love,
Just feel.