Chloroform tastes a lot like magic and unicorn poop.
posted by Eiríkur @ 4/26/2004 04:36:00 PM
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Eiríkur: A New Spelling of my Name
The Latest Chapter:
The Biomythograpy, Misadventures and Other Sh*t of San Francisco’s Literary Outsider Eiríkur.
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Monday, April 26, 2004
About Me
- Name: Eiríkur
- Location: San Francisco, California, United States
When I was six I remember sitting in the carbon-monoxide seats of my parent’s late ’70s powder blue station wagon. I would lip-sync to Crystal Gayle’s “Don’t It Make My Brown Eyes Blue” looking over at the drivers of other cars. I was convinced they would see me and think that I was Crystal, broadcasting directly to their AM dial. Recently I realized I was just high on fumes.
Daily Reads
- The Devil's Wine
- Tricky Brit
- Going2Hell
- Towleroad
- Gaping Void
- Postsecret
- The Myth-Adventures of Nicky Pickles
- Forksplit
- Tooth Paste For Dinner
- Found Magazine
- Wikipedia
- Bookslut
- Identity Theory
- Blithe House Quarterly
- Making Fiends
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