How do you feel about commercial/competitive breeding? Would you ever buy/have you bought a dog from a breeder (or a cat, I guess, though I think that's less common)? Why or why not?
I made a playlist for inspiration: S.O.S. - The Breeders - Last Splash Speed Heart - Bikini Kill - Pussy Whipped Teen Age Riot - Sonic Youth - Daydream Nation 20 Years - Mecca Normal - Water Cuts My Hands/Calico Kills The Cat Apt. #5 - Julie Ruin - Julie Ruin Super Fucked - The Brian Jonestown Massacre - Smoking Acid E.P. Essex Dogs - Blur - Blur It's A Rainy Day, Sunshine ...
..., he can’t believe his run of good luck. The place is dripping with psychic bloodlines, full of idiots who don’t have a clue that Heaven’s got a hold on them. He scores three or four little breeders in quick succession – And then his fun is ruined by a hunter. And not just any hunter – a hunter whose daughter glows more with Heaven’s proof of purchase than any other human he’s ever known. He can’...
... (Vergil) better understood in light of her preoccupation with destruction and chaos, despite her outspoken dismissal of subjects for similar behaviors. (Celena) joins the ranks of those irritated by prolificbreeders despite likelihood of being one herself. (Link) presumably unaware. (Temari) presumes the introduced species to be able to recognize vocal commands. (Dante) allows her to persist in ...
... not even close to a victim. I found his studio, and picked up one of his Fender Stratocasters. It was plugged in and ready to go, and a flick of a power strip brought it to life. I popped in a Breeders CD and played along to Cannonball, pretending I was Kim Deal as I played the chords from memory. Then I switched over to Cheap Trick and had a ball riffing to I Want You to Want Me, and finally I ...
... wondering when the dream would end and she would throw the ring in my face. But the road continued zipping past our wheels, and all I heard was Kat humming happily along to her mix tape of The Breeders, Bob Mould, and the Pixies. I suddenly remembered her impromptu origami in my pocket and took it out. It was a shame to destroy her rather artful creation (a heron), but I was more curious about ...
... song. “Does anyone remember Judy?” The crowd roared back with, “Staring at the Sun.” “Too bad Tanya’s not here to sing this with us,” Patrick commented, referring to the gorgeous singer from The Breeders, Belly, and Throwing Muses. “But I do have someone else in mind. My girlfriend likes to sing, and she knows this one by heart.” What the hell? After all we’d been through…how could he stand up...
[Jason is sitting outside of his trailer a tennis ball in his hand. At his feet is this . A small blackgreat dane puppy.] Okay Ace, how about we try this one more time? [The puppy doesn't seem to be listening to Jason, instead it's decided it wanted to cry his tail. Jason sighs and just drops the ball.] Or you can do that.
...in China? They suck just as hard. They're nice enough people, but they're douchebags who can't hold an interesting conversation on more than a few topics for more than a few seconds. They're obnoxious breeders who, aside from the fact that they sell you dinner or fix your bike, you wouldn't even think about talking to, and you sure as shit wouldn't sit there kvetching at them about the weather for...
.... everyone around me seems to be coupling off. couple couple. a couple o' couples. i've got ... music. yay! at the moment i'm really into early 90s alt-rock; basically the pixies and the breeders. i sort of dive into the genre, reading as much as i can while downloading and watching videos & stuff, burning cds so i can listen as i bike since my ipoddecided to cripple itself. the bicycle is ...
