Instead of blog, maybe I’ll just say blood from now on. It’s more palatable sounding, somehow. I just posted a new riff about indie rock on my blood, dog!!!

Instead of writing erotic poetry, this weekend I wrote pointlessly long-winded comments on two excellent blogs:

  1. Andy Partridges’ Butt
  2. Symbolist alienation in Bernal Heights

Blood is such a solipsistic medium, isn’t it? Blood is all about narcissism. Not unavoidably… but usually.