contact
everybody misses me until I'm back.
how was your day.
worth being born or would you not have noticed had it not have been?
the French operate on the idea that sound is paramount. the French operate on chiens that they may only eat
pate. p�t�. and live in happiness, which is a sunglow.
we'd never see the sun were it not for moisture.
my sinus versus your sun.
urinating bachelors cannot be trusted to watch the purses of the younger wives without hairpins attaching
them to crullers, which are the new balls 'n' chains.
most ideas are porous.
phrases I dont understand: you bet your bippy...
if you have a bippy then perhaps you should see a doctor. and I'm not sure gambling with bippies is an acceptable
practice, be ye a godfearing peoples when you go to the polls.
even the agnostics heed the words of some cereal box prophets.
the uneven agnostics.
at the top of the stack was a magazine with an article on "bolognaise"�. it didnt register at the time that my
ex-wife was having a scrapbook moment. I harvest egg creams from an unsettled sea.
I dont know. somehow I got "theatre in the round" confused with theatre in the nude.
let's adopt a chicano! I hear they like roller hockey. it's the striped leggings and the sticky floors around
the arena seats.
"it's like we're gonna win something!" he shouts in spanish and I understand!
why am I thinking of that canyon we went to?
whispering your name. okay i ripped that off.
buy a billboard. unkill the mockingbird.
electronic sewage.
eastern european toecheese shop. (as opposed to. as infiltrated by.
vending machine condenser filter mite union. sweatshop hammer toilet flushing problem.)
leggy, like a fast moving cold front.
everybody can do better than me. except that one person to whom I belong.
there was that time in her life where kate moss didnt
own any clothes. they made a book about her.
it was about kate moss but it didnt contain any moss.
it did show her patch.
just thought youd want to know.
are you still choosing what you want to remember?
I didnt learn. what you know. thats why I look so unentitled.
something from the stove placed in a pot by the grave.
dogs come along. what do they know? do they talk amongst themselves? the songs are about mines.
the small cat pats my lips when I whistle.
the measure daydream snippet
me with my shirt off drinking beer up from my writing
wild smile from the right rock and roll
was what the daydream last year? a compromise. an immediate impossibility.
what do I want? give me one face a day, one that is only mine. without ever asking for it.
no one needs to talk to me today. I got my face and I have a couple of cats to scare and chase.
are you an informant? well, I'm not either so let's talk about something else.
I can talk is code for there are apples in the drawers.
if I love you, then I adore your scrawny tits.
smells good doesnt means tastes good unless it's home cooking.
the Pofolks Restaurant nearest you. Gift certificates available in the bathroom.
any rock 'n' roll that takes itself seriously is more accurately called
folk music.
a picture of paz vega thinking about taking a crap on a flight to brazil.
get me high and we can talk about god.
the Lord will never forgive you if you wave at the Devil. keep that in mind.
pebbles of sunshine. ouch.
ouch!
the wave of the future: secret societies/anonymous submissions.
admit that you submit, to yourself.
spend time listening.
spend?!
the (low, shallow, Atlantic) wave of the future: secret societies in which no one knows your name.
dad, what are plastics?
mom, what are you stareing at dad's tits?
who will think of the children while they are spelling.
who will think of the possibilities as jets rush overhead. continue to plant trees.
who will do it all. who is the revolutionary leader we have waited for on our cereal boxes?
a bunch of words.
what is a Swiss patriot?
employee of the month at the knife factory.
am I losing from life by living the way that I do?
we all try to be nice to the drunks
and trust that the morning will kick their ass.
when does the album peak? after the fifth listen, the sixth? it was twelve times before I even began
to get it. what a wonderful album.
my personal settings are fuck and off.
the people on the box eat the pie standing up.
I'm a rock collector but I never go anywhere interesting.
throw muffins at me or throw grenades at me. make sure my dog finds a decent home, if it's grenades.
every afternoon, mortality dawns.
magic is the brain growing.
your interpretation of the world is to
do
do what you see
do what you hear
your interpretation of the world is to do something.
fucking cant help breathing!
what subject could the Senate debate and it would be acceptable to listen to this banter? baseball. that's it, kid.
...interpretation of the world is to...
write.
okay what the fuck could I say about that?
smell
awesome approach. can u maintain it
taste.
the security industry is now focused on taste. this is the post Aug. 3rd world.
fist size, bellybutton depth, and likelihood of heart attack while smelling roses.
you look like a model. in other words, i want to vomit.
what if susan anton had been born the astronaut and john glenn the uhhh... multifaceted entertainer.
hey, john, are those boobs original equipment? can I have a taste of your tang?
John Glenn -- Miss California 1969
John Glenn -- listed as one of twelve "Promising New Actors of 1979" in John Willis' Screen World, Vol. 31.
whatre you planning to do with those smelly socks?
guardrail rehabilitation
The Word of the Day for May 18 is:
carouse \kuh-ROWZ ("OW" as in "cow")\ verb
1 : to drink liquor freely or excessively
2 : to take part in a drunken revel : engage in dissolute behavior
Example sentence:
When Dan got his first job after college, he soon learned that he couldn't carouse all weekend and be alert
for work on Monday morning.
(Merriam-Webster Online accessed 05/18/05 http://www.m-w.com/cgi-bin/mwwod.pl)