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- slice0
(I wrote a quick >note< to the not wholly unattractive)
- jevad0
slice - please write a book
- ********0
life is wonderful, i love you
- For this passage is ultimately and thereof dedicated to one's loves.********
- For the Abrandabove site is thoroughly clocked to one's natural Mayan cycles.********
- And the messages are transcended from ancient Egyptian techniques.********
- For the correlative intervals of just intonation to which are one's sequential pattern.********
- And the passages coincide with the Greek alphabet and numerical values.********
- For there is about 75% more equations in one's mix to make it run properly.********
- And the colors have set relation to the pitch of one's frequencies.********
- For the last part is truly an exact formula to replicate one's Revelation.********
- I said I was sowwy like three fuckin' years ago.The Book of Life, Yo!********
- For this passage is ultimately and thereof dedicated to one's loves.
- canuck0
I just looked over at the PBS and was reminded by some kind sole, that tomorrow is Friday the 13.
I have a Job interview tomorrow for a design position and a presentation for a final project at college.
I am doomed. I can already predict the out come of both events and they aint pretty. Both end with me sweating like I have some kind of glandular problem.
Must maintain.
- slice0
There should be a law, if you want to get a tattoo, your first one HAS be on your forehead - and it HAS to read "TRENDWHORE" or it has to be a picture of a trucker hat with the word "TRENDWHORE" on it. (Sorry but I just got back from an upscale supermarket in one of the richest communties in the world and there were no less than 3 hard bodied moms with the chicken shit chinese character on the back of the neck tattoo hidden by the mandatory power pony tail).
The law should retroactive - back to 1990.
So my friend calls me up from Starbucks. He's been on one of these anti-depression meds for awhile. Wellaburton, Halliburton, Halliberri - I don't know. One of its side-effects is depression. (?) He was crying, self-pity slobbering. He said that they now have him on a suicide watch.
I didn't know they have a suicide watch program at Starbucks?
♥
- ********0
excerpted from the lost masterwork "Santa Monica, CA" by Peter Nidzgorski
- ********0
My girlfriend just got a job with NO experience whatsoever...none. zero.
she's becoming a copywriter.
she's starting off making almost double what i make as a designer. it's pretty bloody depressing...
the company i work for are a bunch of cunts....and cheap cunts at that.I need to find a new job and stick it to these fuckers. let em know that they can't just spit on people and expect them to take it and smile when they tell them "the economy isn't great" and "plenty of people would love the position you have" or my favourite "it's what the market will bear".
Not to mention I've never brought it up to my boss before, which means she feels awful about it too...........fuck.
i hate this shit.
- grayhood0
slice's blogging is so unbelievable i am alittle insecure about posting my own blog entery.
- ********0
4 am: woke in a suffocating panic. A dream about our daughter disappearing. Couldn’t get back to sleep. Too much thinking. Another day lost to black, murderous rage. And beneath that, an undercurrent of everpresent fear. Time is running out. I watched my father die—an event of immense sadness, but somehow sacred.
“He who makes a beast of himself gets rid of the pain of being a man.”
Ringing in ears. Pain in chest, jaw, upper arm.
Fisherman’s bluefish recipe: nail it to a hardwood plank and roasted over an open fire. When the edges curl up, throw away the fish and eat the plank.
- slice0
"Hey Batman, should I start the nuclear power for the Batmoblile?"
Spinning from our first gatherings on new terms with the Gidge. At the final summit meeting Friday, she wore one of those lingerie dresses, just a tight black silk slip really. Freckles bursting out all over. Cease and desist was proposed. I talked as fast as could and convinced her that de-escalation was enough. It was that fuckin slip. Today, we sat at the Starbucks, a converted KFC. Two Kentucky Fried frappacinos, please. She talked of '70 Camaros and her precariously positioned jailhouse Batman tattoo. Wore a sun bleached cammo mini skirt. Obviously she's been reading my letters to God again.
As I watched her wiggle away, I realized the hole I'm digging doesn't seem to have a bottom.
"Right again, Robin"
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- Gorbie0
* Blam *
* Pow *
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* Zing *
* Blog *
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i just looked at you with vampire eyes!
- grayhood0
Fascinating
- ********0
that goat has devil eyes
- grayhood0
this goat has the devil's beard & a ram's horns.
- slice0
"Somebody called me on the phone, and said ..."
Went to dinner with Havard Tom and the movie star. Its LA, it happens - so sue me. The conversation was so fractured I felt like I was smoking dust. Tom just shot the last Altman AND the last Solondz movie. She has started smoking again. And I played the part of Johnny Drama. The linguini in clam sauce was played by itself.
They saved my life. But didn't know it. The fog was rolling in fast. Her purple eye shadow and they way she talks out of the side of her mouth, like a gangster moll in an Edward G. Robinson movie. Kept me in the clear. At least until we find out who, will the next fool be.
"Hey, is Dee Dee home?"
- Gorbie0
the plasters fallin off the walls. my girlfriend sleeping just down the hall. it's hot as a bitch. i'll never be rich. for dinner i had a spicy indian dish...
- buddylee0
off(2). bed
- ********0
somebody said "commercial graphic design, when it is full of the vulgar and timely energy of the marketplace, sometimes achieves an artful vitality absent in “fine” art. But when it consciously aspires to rise to the level of “fine” art, it often mimics its most sentimental or decorative forms."
that somebody was me. what a fuckin idiot
- brooke0
I'm not going to miss this place - my job, these people, the commute. Except the city - maybe I'll miss it. But I move on very well, even from happy situations. Life is change. I'll know when I'm settled, if ever. Until then, I'll keep moving.
Someday I'll want a baby. I'll have to get married first, and travel, learn how to do my own taxes, stop worrying about what my mum wants me to do...
I worry way too much about what people think of me. I suppose that's part of being a girl - even though I've always considered myself different from most girls. I don't complain, I don't care about stupid shit, about being perfect, about having the "right" everything. I've got pretty much what I want - friends I can be silly around, a beautiful boyfriend, adventure in travels, new jobs on the horizon, the beach to look forward to... et cetera. Who cares about a shitty ex-lover, about riding in a subway car that smells like piss, about mistakes I made while I lived here, about becoming slightly hardened & bitter over the past year, about projects I never got paid for... ?
I've got it good now & everything seems to be in place...
And I'm writing with really nothing particular to say...
Blah.