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Feb. 22nd, 2010 | 09:52 pm

1. indian beers in a smoky dive with a florid HAPPY BIRTHDAY sign over the head of the indian man drunkenly emulating a bollywood version of michael jackson. next morning i awaken unexpectedly blinded in one eye. i stagger around hong lim complex desperately looking a doctor; unfortunately the alphabet grids for the ancient shop directory are damaged, the broken shop names accumulate in a dusty and unreadable pile.

2. sake and moscato. blackout and 4am drunken rearranging pots in my garden. i wake up early the next morning in time for work, idly creating tinfoil ducks and wrapping soft toys in tinfoil while waiting for email replies.

3. standing outside my office, deafened by cymbals from the lion dance troupe rampaging through plates of oranges, when a friend walks past asking me "where is the bank?". he hands me scraps from taiwanese map, japanese florist mag, and some unbearably cute japanese stickers. all stapled together and covered in green paint. "throw this away for me?" he asks.

4. punks dragging themselves across the floor like witches or banshees right out from a Shakespearean play, carousing with vile cans of HAYWARD 5000 and howling, "NO SONG, NO GO HOME!"

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from: the_fell_bat
date: Feb. 22nd, 2010 04:06 pm (UTC)

.... is your eye alright???

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