Archive for October, 2006
“She Gives Me Her Cheek When I Want Her Lips.”
faked by gorjus Monday, October 16th, 2006WE WILL NVR DIE: Goxxip Live at the Spanish Moon (09.20.06).
faked by gorjus Friday, October 13th, 2006Skip to the parking lot after work; beg off XYZ on the phone. “I want to see Band of Horses tomorrow night with y’all but I’ve been in love with the Gossip for years but I’ve never seen them, and Baton Rouge is just too close not to go. Hola!”
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Like being the tallest Smurf in the village
faked by Professor Fury Thursday, October 12th, 2006Cinema 12-2, Starkville, Miss. (“Now Showing”).
faked by gorjus Wednesday, October 11th, 2006
“DEAR SIRS.”
faked by gorjus Tuesday, October 10th, 2006The esteemed Professor Fury & I just received this electronic mail:
DEAR SIRS,I wanted to let you know about an EXCITING OFFER available to you both. It’s called YOUR WEBSITE. You should WRITE SOMETHING and POST IT THERE.
Your Friend,
Sally
Ahem. We have both perhaps been remiss, swept up in the pleasures of Boys and Girls in America. I’ve got more Polaroid sets from Yazoo City, Legion Field, the Nick, and stories about the Goxxip, but I actually think the Prof. has given up writing.
“My spleen,” he has been heard to say. “I feel it inside me still, although softer, paler, more ghostlyish.”
It really creeps me out when he says that.
Highway 49 (Jackson to Yazoo City) (“Education, Knowledge”).
faked by gorjus Tuesday, October 3rd, 2006Request for Indie Rock Aid: The Seven Deadliest Sex Panthers.
faked by gorjus Monday, October 2nd, 2006Faithful reader, I need yr help. Whyfore, Sweet Gorjus?, you may ask, and I’ll tell you: my cousin XYZ is starting a new band, and although it is already filled with delicious, sweet rocking, it is currently nameless.
“The Seven Deadlies” has been bantered about, with some resistance, but yesterday at a delicious luncheon at the Starkville Cafe it was suggested that “SEX PANTHER” would serve the boys well (all-caps purely optional).
I heartily concur. However, I remain steadfast in my belief that the collective intelligence of the Webonauts is likely sturdier than the shaky-handed ad-libs of three kids splashing Tobasco on they aigs. So suggest away! If XYZ chooses the name you suggest, I’ll send you a Very Special PrettyFakes Gift Compilation, which will include awkward, unfinished mix tapes meant for girls who dumped me before I could finish the tape, a handful of books, and way too many dusty Polaroids. VALUABLE!!