Hello blackWorm and X and Pat and broomhead
Tuesday, June 29, 2004
Hay, Chary,
You are so blessed for wasting your time reading over every nano second of my whining and moaning. You are the greatest.
Congratulations are in order for Stu and Shanna. There are some among us who are actually real. That's really nice of you and Dave to take Stu out to dinner. It makes me miss the comraderie of all of you. Tell Stu there's a professor of storytelling at the best Library and Information Science School in the World, UNC.
Somehow I got the theory that they would have been working on heavy water at the American University's leaky ancient chemical war lab. I have a feeling it's pooling under my house and when I overflow the shower conducting unrelated household experiments the heavy water seeps out into my room. How it would float to the surface if its heavy water is anyone's guess.
There's only one chick hotter than Julia Roberts and her name begins with Chary and ends with Ogata.
I am moving as of September first if everything goes as planned. I bought a condominium with my LC earnings and a little help from my parents. Its...ah, right across the street from my parents house. Adventurous, no?
Don't worry about me and the water, if there's heavy water in my doo dads then I'm the antichrist, and I'm the anti christ, so there's heavy water in my doo dads, but who cares!
Did I spell Robitussin wrong? Jezus.
I wonder why you don't here more recordings of plant's screaming, it's startelingly realistic.
I think you can decipher the fabric of the universe that way, I mean its all harmonic y'know. Just like you could weave anything with a 3D floppy loom you could unweave anything with the same concept just backwards. Don't be so off handed or something about your brilliance, you probably just came up with a way to untangle the universe. Fractal floppy worms all of the same chirality would find smaller and smaller knots to unravel maybe. The unwindy machine.
I'm just resorting to 3rd grade behavior about the president because all the input I get about him consists his shining facial expressions on the front page of the paper every day. The Washington Post thinks their being very canny by choosing really freakish pictures of him but their making even me bug out.
I haven't seen Fahrenheit 9/11. I don't think I will either because I'm so sick of everything to do with the news.
Cherryo!
allow me to edit myself...
Xuan, thank you for the inspiration -- I painted paintings of the planets all last night.
MOON DAY:
Everything under the sun is in tune but the sun is eclipsed by the moon.
TWOS DAY
Mars, Mars, Mars... "sublimate the anger and make ourselves sick," happens to be my middle name. This is good advice:
"Offer up the pain of the past as fuel for the fire of your transformation." Burn baby burn.
WEDNESDAY:
Mercury, the "speedy comer" from the Odysey, for some reason reminds me of George Bush, a stereotypical caricature of whom is constantly prematurely ejaculating in my mind. I have this persistant day-mare of him attempting to have sex with his wife with "flying colors" and he is trying to name the colors as he is ejaculating but he can never get past white because he is so premature with the next one that his whole world is a wash of white. Something about false innocence too and his cocaine optimism...
But this advice is well taken:
"As a rule, speak from your heart (the sternum area)."
THORS DAY:
Jupiter is like Thor, right? I thought (from a comic book) that Thor was the silent strong type, maybe I got it wrong.
FRIDAY: -Venus, ahem...
With regard to sex, you should be in a position -- cough -- to take it -- cough cough -- or leave it.
Hmm. Easy for some of us to say.
SATURDAY: Saturn,
I always think of my mom as Saturn and my Dad as Jupiter, and my Grandmas and Granpas as Uranus and Neptune.
SUNDAY:
Did anyone see those pictures of the Sun in National Geographic? Woah!
Patrick
moon flower
Monday, June 28, 2004
And the rockets red glare.
Blue bombs bursting in air.
Gave pruffrighttthrough the night
that our flag was still there
prufrock
proof right out talk walk wow through the night
Happy Tuesday! Tonight I drank a bottle of Robitussun DM, hung out on the jungle jim and looked at the stars. Stars are like kingdoms and I am the king of this star.
Americans are too Jovial arent they? It makes me want to drop a Sedna turd in their cofee. Or a Mercury turd, except that Bush is already a bit of a "speedy comer" with his golden helmet with little wheel wings. And buck teef. The little ejaculator. "Hi Im jorge an.. oops i jes, I.. oops there I go again and the world must be made up of these streaming white clouds of my own glorious ejaculata.
