whatiwas

The body is water, the brain is a series of numbers and somehow between the two a more perfect paranoid is created, only this new kind is a defective who counts in cultures and ponders existentialism with questions like if sikhs was nein. You know language dies just as easily as flesh.

I'm in an okay mood, having seen Fahrenheit 9/11 with the lovely Echo, whom I'd missed terribly. And I got paid at the day job. Money is good.

Reading today's Boondocks made me smile, seeing Aaron McGruder (through Huey, of course) look at the centrists with the same resigned annoyance I do, pointing out that blaming Nader, especially with the energy most Republicrats seem to, for Bush's presidency is scapegoating in its purest form put a warmth in my heart. I walked past the Nader for President tent across the street from Powell's...
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i need to get home and do that whole dread washing and re-twisting thing.

but first, a rack of nineball.

I finally found Bobcat Goldthwait's I Don't Mean To Insult You, But You Look Like Bobcat Goldthwait.

I'm amused.

I woke up on my friends Brad & Clarissa's couch for the first time in weeks, covered in last night's bar glaze and wondering, as usual, where the fuck I was.

Clarissa was walking around; to my blinded eyes, she was little more than a wraith in the sunlight, faceless and formless in spite of the clarity of her voice. We'd walked back to the...
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long, rambling, not-well-written, and naming names. sorry. skip if you want. you probably better.

(What makes Melanie interesting to me is that she's so assuming, almost (and probably definitely) pretentious and seemingly nave. I have to know how she exists thinking the way she does.)

i started a song once with the words "there is nothing interesting about me; with that said, i'd like to...
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sometimes when people ask if i'm jamaican, i like to pretend they're asking because i have two jobs and not because they want to be able to buy weed from me.

time is weird.

this circling shit has got to stop, i don't want to discredit myself but it warrants mentioning that i'm unwilling to wholly pour myself into the complaint, i'm scared enough of times mimicking scavengers but i've realized all material is byproduct anyway, stop this circling shit has got to, i didn't say it with stretched voice parroting angels and flapping equally weak, to stop this...
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i am exhausted. other than that, not much else to report.