Wednesday Nov 28, 2007

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Why did you tell me about catbees? Thank you for turning my otherwise pleasant dreamscape of dandelions and footrubs into a nightmare jigsaw of interspecific fornication and cosmological effrontery. Cats and bees should never breed. They would have stingers for claws, for chrissake. The neighborhood alley cat mews innocently enough, but I now know a dubious apian-feline timebomb hums in her womb. I'm never...
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melladoree:

kiss

melladoree:

Saturday May 05, 2007

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I wished there were two mes. You know, mostly for time management purposes. But then I realized, knowing myself, that the not-me-me would also want two mes and this would spur a dreadful number of not-not-me-me-mes and not-...-not-me-...-me-mes -- well, you get the idea. Not just infinity, but so many infinities that even the infinities to the infinitieth powers are to the infinitieth power...
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papawheelie:

can you go riding on the 7th with us?

holly:

you ride a motor cycle...kick ass........might beg you for a ride.

Sunday Feb 18, 2007

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All this mnemonic pollution is giving my concentration asthma. So I sued the Fortune 500s' marketing departments. Nothing really changed, but at least now they're paying for long term storage. It's like renting an apartment. You live there and own nothing. Jingles and mascots and taglines, oh my!
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roethke:

Watchow!

please come!

belljar:

http://suicidegirls.com/groups/SGSF+Bay+Area/topics/258349/page1/#post3765761
(it's not letting me post a link in your blog--wtf??-- but it'd be rad if you could make this!)

Monday Jan 29, 2007

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Tectonic plates do-si-do on Sundays after mass at the tenuous plywood chapel the Dudsens built. After mass, they brood and drink moonshine and complain the world ain't what it used to be. Yip.
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kestrel:

I don't know that you remember saying it, or know if it was just to be nice, but thanks for telling me that I sing well.

That made me feel great about myself.

charlielove:

i have an i am scared, but no i am surly ones.

Wednesday Jan 24, 2007

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God is reserved for ineffable matters. Not permanently, more of a pending loan approval. Then a proverb or theorem escorts the adoringly senile coot back to the old folks' home from which he broke. And pleased to know our parents are cared for, we unwind rather than breed our own children.
glassheart:

Ive done a sloth! It was for Lyxzen.

Also, the giant microbe things: I have a bunch of those! Love them!

Wednesday Dec 27, 2006

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There are different ways to make sure you're still made of meat. Some watch their pupils contract and dilate. Others prefer taste their menses or grope for umbilical phantoms or drum predictable heart beats. I like to hiccup.
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sixsixty:

hey promise, i have no idea! but you should come over on thursday. i'll get veggie sushi for us to eat.

jane_m:

being dead and stuffed and having your picture taken can give you low self esteem for sure. i mean, what a bummer!

Tuesday Sep 12, 2006

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Stop gender pollution. Recycle housewives.
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xomateo:

ill see you in 20 days =]

maxx:

Thank you for being mikee and having the style and class of a gentleman from a different era.

Wednesday Sep 06, 2006

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The International Coterie of Outlawry (ICO) is a furtive society that admits members by basis of bloodline - an infinitesimal percent of the global population qualifies. Participation and admittance is automatic and irrefutable. No discernible hierarchy exists, though many individuals claim authority.

Authorities have had difficulties determining the motive of the group, though volumes of their behaviors have been recorded. The ICO has devised an elaborate...
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Tuesday Aug 15, 2006

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It used to be so easy. Hunt a few mammoths, paint your cave, leave some fossils behind. Then we had to construct all these goddamned DMVs and supermarkets and 401Ks. Now I have to howl out of frustration because item 4(a(iii)) clearly contradicts item 8(a(iv)) rather than because the moon is full.

Arf!
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belljar:

sounds perfect-- would love both of those... what night works for you guys for dinner?

subrosa:

I think I flipped you off when I saw you in the bar. That was rude of me. I didn't mean it as actually flipping you off. I meant it in a playful way, but afterwards I realized it might not have come off that way. My apologies.

At any rate. Hope you guys had fun for Phil's birthday. smile

Friday Jul 28, 2006

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Sometimes, last call at home is right after dinner.

The sun abandons the street around 8pm - the stores clammed up into their graffitied shells and shimmer with an implied iridescence. Stray cars and intermittent buses slow and stop and go and slow and stop and go, obeying instructions tuned to the traffic-wounded day. Now the street is barren and I can yell and kick and...
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belljar:

brunch sunday? i missed you guys and can't wait to see you soon smile

belljar:

sorry i flaked on dinner last night; ended up zoning out to craigslist and lost track of time, etc. etc.
are peoples still doing the osha thai/dancing thing on wednesday night? i hope so...

Wednesday Jul 12, 2006

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Your personality, a teeter totter, is mounted by Sleep and Stress (both boys of a healthy, if not husky, build). Now a balanced load, while safe, bores the children. They sit in discomfort, stout legs dangling and kicking anxiously, bored.

Now, as children, they are gluttons. Sleep fancies beer and reading and orgasms. Stress prefers cigarettes and vomitting and fucking. Should one gorge, he'll...
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papawheelie:

thanks for having me over last night. I really needed a dose of that kind of 'chill'

papawheelie:

I'm always up for riding if I have the time free. If you need someone to help you choose a bike or feedback about a potential one you want to buy I'd be happy to give you my input

Wednesday Jun 28, 2006

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She patiently waited, as he had countless times before, for flaccidity. In a rehearsed procedure consisting of a flick, a tuck, and a mechanical gyration, she entered him. He recycled her fluids. And there slumped Morgan, the last man and woman on earth, knowing perfectly well it was impossible for him to impregnate herself.
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magni:

Hiyo my good friend.

This morning when I was reading my daily Washington Post I struck upon an article most curious and immediately thought of you. I thought I must share this with my friend Finklestein who will surely join me in applauding its contents.

Well there it is old boy, the reason for my urgent comment.

Enjoy!

dewees:

well you would think that my hair would make him see me, unfortunately this wasn't the case. luckily i didn't get fucked up like this kid i saw last night. he was hit by a car too.