bruise machine.

i am freezing my arse off.

i soaked in a hot bath. a little better ut my nose is cold. there is no heat in my house because there is a gas leak in the only space heater in the house. no furnace, nothing else the fumes make me feel funny.

i am examining the bite marks and bruises from last night.
i don't know what it is, they are like badges of honor or something.

i want to go to nyc, like now.

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bruise machine.

i am freezing my arse off.

i soaked in a hot bath. a little better ut my nose is cold. there is no heat in my house because there is a gas leak in the only space heater in the house. no furnace, nothing else the fumes make me feel funny.

i am examining the bite marks and bruises from last night.
i don't know what it is, they are like badges of honor or something.

i want to go to nyc, like now.

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spider: cut it out. wait til you have to write everyday as part of your job, that gets old quick! Heh.

My dad installed the demo version of Netscape4.07 on my computer today. Fuck off MSIO!

Sorry to hear about your internet problems R. C. If i couldn't access this place I would go on a tri-county kill spree.

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practicing herbalism.

eating peanut m&m's.

cosidering the king size snickers bar on the table and the 12pack of beck's in the fridge.

counting money. most weekends i end up losing cash. this weekend i made a profit. found two c-notes on the floor of the strip club we ended up at on saturday night. i think stephanie likes watching chicks jiggle far more than she's willing to admit. she slapped more booty than i did.

ran into the monkeyboy on friday night. he's running the sex and masochism circuit again. black leather high-heeled boots, black leather pants, black leather jacket, black leather cowboy hat. black dog collar with silver spikes. shaved his head with a straght razor and made a b line to the fringe. got a PDA hooked up to a cellphone that downloads "event" locations along with maps that make navigating the grid easy even in the heaviest of stupors. high tech kink and interzone erotica. the boy has officially left terra norma.

woke up this afternoon with pockets stuffed with goodies. candy, cigarettes, kaya, more kaya, v.i.p. pass, free money, and numbers from a "cindy", a "mia", and a "jessica". i vaguely remember cindy being a cute asian girl with a nasty grind, and i know for a fact that jessica is the guyanese stripper/law student. i have no idea who the hell "mia" is. i should call and find out.

anyway. i'm zooted and babbling. time for beer, vegetation, and existenz.

mia - Hamm??

Mia - Sorvino??

Mia - Farrow???

Aiiieeeeeeeeeee!!


g'nite

I know a girl named Mia who either lives in California or New York. She lived in CA last time I spoke to her, but she mentioned something about possibly moving back to NY since that's where her family is.

She's a good egg. She introduced me to her brother (sort of) who last I knew was living in Korea.

the last time that i ran into my ex-girlfriend, she said that she honestly hated me.
filled with nostalgic compassion, i urged her to take comfort in the fact that she has given me head so many times.
and i meant it.

doing nothing important, I think. Sittin', surfin', thinkin' (a little...). Waitin' for you to tell me what are you doing.
And... I really, really, really want to know Mark Thomas. But there is a problem - I don't speak english and I live on the other side of the Earth.

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(fwip-chicka)
"ALL I KNOW..."
(he's a bad... he's a bad muhthafucka!)
"ALL I KNOW..."
(we 'bout to drop... 'bout to drop some shit now!)

ok. after listening to the laswell remixes that the good docta llama sent my way, it occurred to me that i have yet to return the favor. so this is the deal: i'm gonna buy some blank XLII's on the way home tonight and cook up some jams. send me your address again cuz i don't think i still have it. i'll get it produced, packaged, and posted by the end of the week.

scout's honor.

the roots are doing a rendition of prince's 1999 w/ vernon reid and n'dea davenport at the brooklyn academy of music on saturday night. i've known about it for 6 months now but am only getting around to buying tickets right now.
if they're sold out i'll be kicking myself in the ass 'til this time next year.

wish me luck.

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just booked my flight to SF for the weekend of the 18th, my wife and i are going to do some modeling for this photographer, its more of a political move than something ireally want to do.....getting naked in a hotel room with this (well respected) photographer is not necessarily my idea of fun, but hey he is paying for the flight,

killing time killing time here in the cell.

My car is acting scary, like expensive repairs scary, like tiem to get a new car and I can't afford one horrifying. crap crap crap. I was hoping I could save some money and buy a used car from a private owner, but if my car ist kaput, then it looks like monthly car payments for me.

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i just don't want to fold anymore clothes.

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Enjoying another brief cosmic confluence which has allowed me to post on the boards again. (I can't use the NetZone program -- it requires Dial Up Networking & alas/the Dial Up folder in my Control Panel has disappeared & me don't know how to get it back.)

I think accessibility has something to do w/ being online after 4:30am & running RealPlayer while listening to WGBO (out of Newark/no less -- ain't techhology great?) at the same time I'm trying to get into Sorabjiland. Will have to repeat the experiment to confirm.

Hoping Rhiannon gets well soon. My girl in NY also has a wicked case of the flu at present.

Going to bed.
Say g'nite, Six.

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Enjoying another brief cosmic confluence which has allowed me to post on the boards again. (I can't use the NetZone program -- it requires Dial Up Networking & alas/the Dial Up folder in my Control Panel has disappeared & me don't know how to get it back.)

I think accessibility has something to do w/ being online after 4:30am & running RealPlayer while listening to WGBO (out of Newark/no less -- ain't techhology great?) at the same time I'm trying to get into Sorabjiland. Will have to repeat the experiment to confirm.

Hoping Rhiannon gets well soon. My girl in NY also has a wicked case of the flu at present.

Going to bed.
Say g'nite, Six.

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going to work. thinking about the tri county kill spree. see, i'm not as bad as yall might think.

llama, it is an historic burial. Mi-Wuk.

another body in Yosemite. bet you didn't even hear about this one.

must leave for the plant...

signing up to be on the list of "proof" reviewers for Patrick and Mrs. Waffles' "tasteful nudie shots."

I'm nice that way.

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hoping rhiannon feels better

sad, very sad.....the wifey is on a 10 day trip to tokyo, osaka and hong kong......i feel so very alone this particular time......very alone.....(sigh)

reflecting on Florida, my encounters with my heritage and with manatees, and recovering from the 9 hours of driving

After visiting relatives, i think i probably have a genetic predisposition to laziness, accumulation of trash, an irrational sense of my own potential talent, and smoking. have resolved to live down my genes.

Sheila:Oh, shit historic indian, well, then you have no problem establishing affiliation. Went out looking for the remains of a historic indian camp an informant told me about - didn't find it, but did find a nice terrace that our supervisior insists we dig first thing in teh spring - more prehistoric experience for me!

Have an odd pain ine my lower left back - maybe from hunching over a damn computer 9 hours a day, and what am I doing now? D'OH!

get well, Rhiannon. Cheer Up,Patrick, at least you have a wife, eh?

And we all have Bob Marley! YEAHHH...

Thought I saw my best freind in newsweek today, she might be the girl with gorgeous eyes and teh face mask with e Wto in a circle with a line thru-it. trying to get confirmation...

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two words: Kennewick Man.

Waiting to get that call for the job interview. If I get this job, my boss is royally fucked and I'll be laughing my ass off all the way to Clarkston. If not, I'll heave a deep sigh and contemplate what I'm going to do with all the extra income from keeping the phat paychecks and staying where I am . Either way, we reap what we sow.

Sow? Sew? So? Whatever.

being shammed.

that woman keeps trying to solicit illicit reactions from my libido and now i can't fucking think straight.

"oh yeah. i'm on a protein diet."


jesus, man.

i can't work under these conditions.

I don't get it.

"i'm on a protein diet"
(wink, wink)

"how's the protein build-up?"
(wink, wink)

"i'll have the egg sandwich. i take as much protein as i can get."
(wink, wink)

"ooh, can i touch it?"

"ooh, can i rub it?"

"mmm, i love the feel of a freshly-shaved head."


"ya wanna?"


uh, yeah...

i think i wanna.

protein shake?

MANATEES!

i got your manatees right here, pal.

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Hoping I dont get caught in a lie. Nasty company Christmas party. Not even my company. Nice people and very kind to invite me. I just dont want to go and this is not a suffienct enough reason. If the lie O.K.'er would just let this last one go through unnoticed....

LISTENING to punk rock cover hour......Lemonheads-Luka ; Nip Drivers-Rio Dinasour Jr.- Just Like Heaven; Some other punk band doing a horrible cover of an even more horrible song...Panama by VH; The Avengers-Paint it Black...


bored, fucking bored

nothing

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don't tell me you cats don't know what "protein" means...

think "hi-protein tonsil wash"


listening to the new cmj disc -first three tunes: Zap mama, Ani, Joe Strummer.


ROOOOOOCK!

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I think I know what you're talking about now. Not because I know but because of all the innuendo. Somehow the thought of Swine getting oral sex shocks me. Don't ask why.

yea, but does he give it?

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in no small amount of pain.

went to the mercury lounge last night to check out the El Vez Christmas Show with the monkey and his ill committee. (shock the monkey! shock the monkey!) fucking riot, that. never under estimate the Mexican Elvis. i think my favorite part was the "now! i wanna! piece of your dog!" encore. the "sympathy for the devil" intro was pretty nice, too. anyway, it was all quality. had me laughing so hard i forgot to body slam that kid from the gap commercial...
next time.

i think i picked up The Very Last ticket to the "Party at the End of Time" show w/ the roots, vernon reid, n'dea davenport, joan osborne, et al. had to knock over little old ladies on atlantic avenue, throw babies in front of subway trains, and push meat like a slap-daddy just to cop that shit. it was all worth it. hip hop rendition of prince's "1999" from start to finish. just thinking about it makes me wanna get up and dance.

"don't worry.
i won't hurt u.
i
only
want
u
to
have
some
fun."

hell yeah.

fuck!!!!!!!!!!!!!

sick of looking at the last wayd i made. Feeling the naseua Rhi, feeling kinda crappy, made shit kinda miserable again, some people can bring out the worst in you and the problem with that is not so much the people who act a s catalysts, but rather THE worst that you see of yourself, I dunno.........day 3 or the wifey's abscence. Unfortuantely because she is on the other side of the world, we end up speaking either a) when I have 30 more minutes to sleep in the a.m ( she is just getting in from the evening) or b) vice versa....

eitherway one of us is half asleep.

hungry like da woof.

thinking about doing some ill philly overkill and checking out the roots tonight at SOB's. what i should do is go home and get some damn sleep. i'm getting too old to be going out every damn night 'til 4 and making it into the office in the morning by 9. friend of mine just turned 30 yesterday. he's very philosophical about it:

"eh? afraid of getting old??? fuck off and fetch me a beer. bloody git."

it's a mind over matter situation. if you don't mind, it doesn't matter. or so the story goes. we'll see how elegantly i deal with it when i turn 30 in 2001.

looks like i'll make it that far after all.

http://bam.org/asp/performance.asp?perfID=tonightweregonnapartylikeitsbecauseitis

thinking about how to pay for a new used car.

$1,200 for a complete emissions system overhaul - sorry, jeep it's been fun but that's like twice your value...

it wasn't my friend in newsweek, but damn, sure looked like her.

lloks like more of my ol'detroit gang will be in town over new'year's - this may hurt. still looking forward to cofee in hamtramck w/ heather. It'll be nice to know that at least some of aren't figments of my imagination.

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employed.

but i have an interview tomorrow for a new job.

the office being about 200 paces away from a beach which has been in the top ten list of most beautiful beaches in the world for the past 8 years.

ain't life grand?

wish me luck...

david says i am stalling.

pablo wants to damn sarah for talking about eating meat.

i think that is way extreme.

and me, i sit where the gentlemen sit.

and they love you.
yes, we love you.
i assure you we do.

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coldcoldcold.

But I'm really enjoying the Chipmunks.

I went to see "The Green Mile" tonight, and before the movie started they showed a big commercial for Tom Waits. I thought you all would be happy to hear that.

just waking up from a nightmare. Someone gave me this stupid computer game about werewolves. The dream wasn't about wolves but there was a man who killed people, sort of a Hannibal Lechter type of character. He would appear and casually chat with people and then you never knew who or when but somebody would get convulsions after sipping a drink, or there would be an explosion, machine gun bullets from somewhere. I had talked to him and he knew who i was; somehow I'd been spared, but I didn't feel protected. He could be toying with me. Seemed like everyone he knew bought it at some time or other. It just didn't pay to be friendly with the man. I was making tracks out the back door and tryin to figure out how to change identity when

What aren;t I doing is the better question. My roomate had his girlfriend sleep over last night. She's really cool, so it's okay.v

todd@ffasf

going to go and get a 2cd opinion on teh jeep next week. My dad says it could be just the trasmission fluid being low. Hope to god that's it.

i am still planning on acquiring a different vehicle, just not this soon.

I think i will cook a good meal tonight for once. I always need to feel like I've had time to prepare for cooking, whcih is ridiuclous, but hey, that's me all over!

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freaking out a bit

waiting for tuesday to be over

the last review

gonna try to work on the web page a bit, now that I have netscape. have to come here first of course

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smelling something foul. the product of incomplete digestion. i thought it was me and that the odor was somehow escaping undetected, which worried me, but i now realize it's the dog.

it's raining like mad here and we have to pile into the courier and drive to seattle.

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anxious to here if Patrick got some snailmail from me.

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a bit unhappy
tired
anxious
not fast enough
quite behind
disorganized
running out of time
out of time

finally

drinking cool water, eating pie.
Reading Amsterdam by Ian McEwan.

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not above the verbal assaults of strangers, JESUSAGECHRIST!

as i went to get coffee, this regular street walker (whom i have seen almost on a daily basis), with curly hair in a lionel richie way, and wears mirrored sun glasses, as i am walking by, he says, "whast your problem you white honek jack off.." not sure if he is addressing me or someone else, but i was the white boy within earshot, so he must have been talking to me, i watched my back for the next block, which was uneventful.

jesus, i should just go home and crawl under the sheets

honky

i am in a training class.

i am not quite sure how i feel about this.

the guy i had sex with this weekend is working. he is waving to me from the first floor.

a stoic scorpio that drinks too much.

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conversing with kymical about conncetions and people. it's really so here at work. she says i should leave early. i say she should ride with sean larry and i to tucson, az.

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under the chair.

can you tell me how to get, how to get to pa ba lo streeeeeet?

"I feel I can hold a guitar."

Take a left at the sofa.

smelling the possum piss.

Indra puked in the garbage can, in a cubicle, down the hall.

i bought a pearl. pearls are like hookers.

when i go home i am going to cut a hole in my wall.

i need a keyhole saw.

i need sandpaper.

i have a dryer hose. i have two. i run my dryer air through a hole in a wall, through another hose, through another hole in the wall, and somehow, by unknown methods, out an external vent.

the washer water just dumps into the creek.

i am going to turn my home into a giant sculpture.

i hate sweet nothings overheard.

prose, the orange tabby, likes to sleep beneath the covers. keeps the feet warm, but occasionally tests your state of consciousness with a single extended claw.

nica, the tortie, sleeps above the quilt. there is none softer, no coat prettier.

sharing nate's sentiments regarding the kitties, this past week my two have also been crawling underneath the sheets. Usually one is under, Isabella, she has the mommy complex and trys to sap my butt, thigh and belly for milk, not to mention the drool, the other one is the softest, she is larger and more heavy, she usually takes to the feet, i like waking up wuith her warmth on my feets.

cats rock and they don't stink either

question:

what if the Hokey Pokey really *is* what it's all about?

good idea, on Perry Mason the shocking letter that the case turned around was traced to a certain persons typewriter

the picture of you at two is "too much for the mirror" of emotional life, help.
Stop
will be in Europe by end of week
stop

Barely Staying awake

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training again...

i am still pissed off about that half assed vegi.

considering a rampage.

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loving the new drive to work. takes about the same amount of time as the previous commute, but is much more curvy. and lonely, i didn't see more than 5 cars for the first 20 minutes.

on the return commute last night i slowed to a near stop twice after seeing a doe cross the road. sure as rain each time the doe's adolecent offspring bounded out when i got within a few yards.

the road leaves the redwoods as it climbs, snaking through orange and yellow oak covered ridges. i catch a beautiful sunrise on the way in, and gorgeous sunset on the way out.

i don't understand why anyone would let something so simple get them pissed off. being pissed off is a condition like a stomach ache. it bothers you most, and it only effects others when you complain about it.

i think eleanor roosevelt said something about the subject. it's your choice whether or not you allow someone the power to make you angry.

why people would give that kind of power to someone they hardly know is beyond me.

wondering what it is about me that is so annoying to a few others.

Wondering why some can't play nice.

discussing pokemon.

i am a freak.

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"mother earth is pregnant for the third time,
for Y'ALL have knocked her up.
i have tasted the maggots in the mind of the universe but i was not offended,
for i knew i had to rise above it all,
or drown in my own shit."

how 'bout something from rhenium. i'm tired of all that maggot brain stuff

shit.

god damn..

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vindicated once again.

It's time for your flying lessons.

Hugh?

Just finished talking to by brother via MSN instant messenger service.

That is so cool - tells us when we're online at the same time so we can chat. And it's cheaper than toll calls. Which we never seem to connect with - he's busy, I'm out, he's in the shower, I'm online, blah, blah, blah.

Glad that Sorabjiland is full of cat people.

(Some)dogs are cool too. But dogs are prose -- cats are poetry.

I like big dogs -- can't stand those ridiculous little wanna-be critters people pass off as dogs. If you can carry yr dog around like a dman purse/it's not a dog -- it's an accessory.

I adore Six. She's got the most beautiful, expressive little face. And the most amazing eyeshine/when the light hits her eyes just right. I wish I had eyeshine like that. Then you see those 6 toes on her front paws & you go "Whoa -- what kinda freak is that?"

I wonder if she knows her paws look freakishly huge with those extra toes?

Six needs a little brother to play. Maybe sometime next year. But she's so used to having me all to herself. If it's a very small kitten/maybe she'll take to it in time.

For a cat that rarely meows/Six has the loudest, most comforting purr on earth.

The only thing
better than a cat
is two cats.

dating a new man.

He is so cute, so nice, so thoughtful, so funny. We snuggled on my couch last night, drank beers, and watched the video he brought along with the VCR he rented because mine is broken. I made him dinner and he said it was good, and then thanked me for it. We're going to Palm Springs this weekend, and I can't wait.

He makes me feel all melty inside.

And he makes me laugh.

I wanna keep him.

on the same page as simon.

every day, apparently?

it's not my fault; it's some guy named "general protection"

a good source of folate.

a full days supply of vitamin c.

naturally fat, cholesterol, and sodium free.

as much potassium as a banana.

meets american heart association criteria for healthy people over age 2.

keep refrigerated.

at work. The bosses be in Madison today, so I can a little extra time to check in here, which takes a little extra time no matter what.

Torties are the best cats in the world. My freinds Ed and Cynthia have a pair of big fat ones. Mine is petite and co-dependant.

I must wonder if Pablo St. Chaos is any relation to Lt. Chaos Israel.

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I have been thinking about doctoring the two black and white spotted "cow cats" to look like calicos. i figure a little non-toxic food coloring and VOILA!

yes, gee? what can i do for hugh?

(get it? aaaaahahahaha!)

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i have been very naughty...but what else is new.

i woke up too late for work.

not by their standards, but by mine.

now i am going to hop on a bus and see some of the city.

tonight the band practices.
anyone in dallas pick up a Met and in the first few pages we should be written about (chaos and the addiction)
that's me!

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Pablo St. Chaos is when you and the boys get really drunk and wander down to Pablo St. and start throwing chairs through windows and roughing up the geraniums.

tired of watching tv and wondering how bad the haircut had to have been...