dog, i know why you're here dog

WELCOME TO PSYCHETE-TOWN POPULATION: VERY FEW; ELEVATION: ABOUT AS TALL AS A SIX (6) FEET TWO (2) MAN STRETCHING UP TO CLAMBER UP INTO AND THROUGH AND ALL ABOUT A TREE BRANCH THAT IS ESTIMATEDLY SIX (6) FEET AND ELEVEN (11) INCHES

if that picture above us isn't evidence enough, i was abducted by aliens before falling in love with my then boyfriend Graham Bell (For whom I still roll, every night, every party, every dancefloor is left vacant, vacuous --by me).

but it was in the twelfth year that i rose in defilement of of of their populace, left on my tech deck and w1th only the bounds of theoretical physics binding me, i sawght refuge within plied-wood, morta and pestlence, a faked foundation of foreign anonymity but mostly consisting of extravagant sexual deviancy, efforts, escapes, errands

do you know what beauty looks like?
[] yes
[] no
[] im willing to bet i have an idea based on many factors out of my control and a few factors i have willed into my control
[] yes you do

How do i name my band?
Will I succeed?
Am I a product of genetic malpractical blueprints or something more?
How do you dress in heat?
What is Right?

charlotte douglas international, the floor, avoiding charlotte's top-rated christian youth-group who have overtaked all the goddan seats

CHARLOTTE DOUGLAS INTERNATIONAL is so weird, i'm at my gate called CSIX except the wrong plane is here it's called US AIRWAYS FLIGHT974 and it was supposed to leave THIRTY (30) minutes ago, but all these church kids from charlotte (en route to ST PAUL MINNESOTA)

::they just moved this asian girl and i's flight to a new gate called CFIVE, she andi got to sit next to each other on the other flight, too and we ^high^ fived on account of there was no body in our middle seat and then she fell asleep with her foot on the divider and her head in her purse in her window and everyone who sleeps in airports and-slash-or planes appears very acrobatic (also: hella strained)

oh, these guys are coming by, they come-by in pairs, a black guy and a white guy and it is so goofy to compare their little quirks and walking styles, not beacues therye black or white but because they so clearly spend so much time together that it's one of those really good fraternal relationships where they become really-well-matched, i call them THE =ENFORCERS= not because i've seen them =ENFORCE= anything, but because they look very stoic and cool and i really like them with their matching outfits (that are worn with different swag) and their shirts say 'ENFORCERS' on them

::this fat guy pushing a wheelchair (it was empty but he may not have kn own
was greeeting 'marianne' for the morning with a subtle how are you good yeh and then they kept on walking by each other:
EGGPLANT-SHAPED-MAN
Hearty, but entirely unbelievable; as if he had committed himself to the sound of the words as a sort of uninspired mantra, that, after too many years of monotonous utterance, has reversed its affffect on the man with an eggplant-shaped-torso.
Just livin' the dream.


:: i just read like the worst play ever by Gene O'neill called long day's something something something something something something something something; golly, i : underestimated my reading-speed, the likelihood of the play being good and not just depressing (which it was moreso than any plot devices could've made it just because gene oniell really thought he had something but it's really not anything)

actually, there are like fifteen people from the sandiego flight here waiting for stupid WASHINGTON-DULLES FLIGHT 3226 TIME 8:40AM. actually, all the people here are from my flight, weird-alert. where are THE =ENFORCERS= this little boy next to me has proibably the smallest laptop evermade and the corresponding-fingers and wrists. i cant believe he can use the same common-place items i use everyday, like doorknobs and pens. nevermind i dont like him atall his computer wont stop beeping (probablybecause) he's playing a beeping-game.

oooh-hoo, you'd takea the worldos but you won't takea the timeos

Generational currents are on our side. Exit polls showed results by age, but the right way to think about it is by year of birth. Voters born before 1978 tended to vote for Prop 8, and voters born since 1978 voted against it. Life being what it is, over time there will be fewer of the first group and more of the second.

remember? how empowered all women felt as their beacon of feminine might and sexuality nearly rose to supremer vicer president of the land

:: i was thinking about this wit some friends i know, it's startling

:: is the internet defactor-reference/expression "IRL" becoming more inane?

:: having read derek parfit 'reasons and persons', a 'contermporary' piece of philosophy about identity, it's funny to be a philosopher but still be named derek (PS HE LOVRES SCIENCE FICTION) and wrote only that one book

::'behind the curtain, within that alcove, beneath the ceiling, and the corresponding-floor, and that corresponding ceiling, hung from the wall, lit by a single spotlight like the rest, is a man-sized upside-down crucifix with an upside-down man nailed into it'

::what's the likely next step for visual art to move in? a clever hyperrealistic \slash/ illusionary mesh of photography and handslashcomputer-editting? or will everyone just sit back and wait for douglas gordon to do something

yay!

all of my playmates is not surprised, i had to travel 'fore I got wise; or, lately preachers are the only ones who hate

: : the difference between heroism and kindness?

: : chizzange ---> there's all these people who're like, bitches i'm teens or twenties, sure, but i aint never changed, i'm the same perfect, self-absorbed me; how does anyone forget about the biological aspects of being? they are so fundamental!

: : <--- :="" am="" an="" and="" are="" as="" but="" div="" forces="" formless="" good-looking="" he="" i="" infidel="" is="" man="" many="" none="" of="" only="" power="" really="" s="" the="" there="" think="" vast=""> : : go to an ivy league (brown)

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Idle tiez sink inside open arms( open wide) you're with me tonight

I live in a neighborhood where there are a lot of rabbits. To say they are plentiful is an understatement. I've always wanted to nab one out of the yard and cook it up, but I'd stop myself. "It doesn't taste good," I would say, say to myself, internally. "If it tasted good people would be constantly catching these motherfuckers, cooking them up, and wearing rabbit fur dusters when they go down to the grocery store." I psyched myself out repeatedly, until one day, I was in a small restaurant, and they were serving rabbit. Those motherfuckers were serving them.

I ordered the rabbit, and it was delicious (I am a living example of dianetics). To say that rabbit tastes like chicken is like saying pork tastes like chicken. It's lean meat, it has a subtle, biding flavor, and when I ate up the first rabbit, I gnawed the remains until other diners stopped eavesdropping. Every last bit of it was delicious. (I was getting ready to pick up and get out, to leave, but I really felt attached.) I ordered more. 

The details are best left unspoken, but two days ago, I acquired one local rabbit. I'm cooking the bulk of it for dinner tonight, but as a sneak preview, I removed the heart, kidneys, and liver to cook separately.

have you heard the robin williams bit? where he talks abou ta stealth bomber costing one billion dollars? cant be seen cant be detected, so why do we need one? so let's stage a big explosion out in siberia, and the russians will be like 'shit we gotta get one of those too' and pretty soon they're spending all this money. so let's build a stealth army a stealth navy a whole fleet of stealth military.

what the heck! how is that different than poltics arguments in the tv?

videomedias are the cocain of the 80s

in a few couple of days i'll be in a suit for two weeks

'he who leadeth into captivity shall go into captivity'

hey bible! bible! what a weird thing to say, weirdo

with my mind -she- runs

impressions of masculinity via rimbaud, tom wilkinson, bukowski:
There's this, this panicked associate sprinting along beside me, scribbling in a notepad, and suddenly she starts screaming, and I realize we're standing in the middle of the street, the light's changed, there's this wall of traffic, serious traffic speeding towards us, and I... I-I freeze, I can't move, and I'm suddenly consumed with the overwhelming sensation that I'm covered with some sort of film. It's in my hair, my face... it's like a glaze... like a... a coating, and... at first I thought, oh my god, I know what this is, this is some sort of amniotic - embryonic - fluid. I'm drenched in afterbirth, I've-I've breached the chrysalis, I've been reborn. But then the traffic, the stampede, the cars, the trucks, the horns, the screaming and I'm thinking no-no-no-no, reset, this is not rebirth, this is some kind of giddy illusion of renewal that happens in the final moment before death. And then I realize no-no-no, this is completely wrong because I look back at the building and I had the most stunning moment of clarity. I... I... I... I realized Michael, that I had emerged not from the doors of Kenner, Bach, and Ledeen, not through the portals of our vast and powerful law firm, but from the asshole of an organism whose sole function is to excrete the... the-the-the poison, the ammo, the defoliant necessary for other, larger, more powerful organisms to destroy the miracle of humanity. And that I had been coated in this patina of shit for the best part of my life. The stench of it and the stain of it would in all likelihood take the rest of my life to undo.

I say, stay in there, I'm not going
to let anybody see
you.

here are your heroes with bodies like athletes where are your rough shaven well dressid idols

this is a real picture! look at how expressive! holy cow! i found my belt a few days ago but then lost it again, this morning i woke up with it (and pants) on do u no lenord cohen? do u think there are classes of people? like at birth, erverybody gets like a three stat poitns to spend on like four or five characteristics that help determine what kind of person you become: ambition, adaptability, charm, wit, attractiveness? and then like empathy and curiousity cost double or something but then the different striations are genetic advantages, like each one is another stat point. some people geet two points (here's looking at you: wyoming, prog-rock); better people get three stat points: standard people. but then like, do some people get four or five points and become these charming-intellects with big plans and bigger bootys? is that where the sociopathic comedienne comes from? how do you explain the distribution? is it chance? aint humanity too awesome for chance to have gotten this far? yknow we're devolving? that's not really the right word but it's the right idea, which is more important tuff sigh yes wimbledon! wwimbledonimblwimbledonedonwimwimbledonbledon