i might come on tuesday... i'm still deciding on whether another trip downtown would be healthy for my wallet, but i'll let you know about next saturday as well.

and bleh. my team lost. oh well. i'm too hungry to think of anything else to say (and can't even seem to make what i am saying make sense) so i'm going back to waiting on sushi. to be delivered, that is. not in general.

love.
-B.

i fuckin love you mike.

one of my favorite bands. they put on a great show.

I think one of the first songs i like of them was "Copper and Stars"... the energy in it is awesome

How is it possible that TWO poeople have met the wrter, Kate Northrop (one of m faourites...) Jough had dinner with her, and plaingurl has met her too, quite nice person, that!

God... I am thinin of going to a workshop, but my ego is fering the inevitable worse of metric hobbling doggerel generating 'anyone cn do it', my boyfriend sucks, im sad poets!!! yikes!!!

Comunique.

Et ce fut toujours vindage pour ange.
-Artaud.

My Existence, in birth throes,
restlessly spat from the
Mouth of God. What a Shame,
Ours. A god who wanted
nothing more to do with it.

Here lies, all my histories, forward;
The foul taste in creation's mouth.
Spring has Lilacs, but, still,
Snow falls some day, if not this
and then another way.

I don't need to concern myself,
with that tired, fey boredom,
I've got those slags, those sculptured girls
drawn down upon St. Peters Street;
trading it in, what it? Whose it? Life? for
A Just mortgaged exorcism.
An excorcism of a purity.

We bought it, and we built it,
We sold it to them, and how foul!
What a taste, a non-state; upon
these blistered fringes of
Gods mouth; Je Suis

Only made only
(not for the Halelujeah); yet---
Only for the speaking, of a gospel

to

the non-moment
the non-existence
the non-death

A chain letter you've left unread, and well,
It only ever was made to...
Your future boy, pick up the Oblique
God-Card, Hanging Man, King
Word of god in epitaph,
A future, a horizon, a means, to...
tell you of your very own future,
You own it boy! It's yours, will you
Go quietly, do not otherwise,
Follow the letters, it's yours boy,
one thousand notorious histories
laid out, down as one--- and;
quite simply it reads:

here lies.

No long ass story my dad lost his job got offered one in New York for much more money me and my rents don't get along as is so they are moving up there once i graduate and im moving in with my boyfriend and our friend David. BTW sorry i haven't called you back or left a note things have been heteic (sp) and im sure you noticed by now my cell phone has been turned off caues i get through to customer service to re-connect me.But there is a Sisterhood Drag show coming up next weekend and there is one at the Pub on tuesday let me know if you need info and im still interested in working with you also.Don't worry i haven't forgotten about ya