strange games are afoot.

cherie, would you pull a card or two for me?

To the lowlife who just sideswiped my car on Westnedge:  I hope there are cockroaches in your cornflakes tomorrow.  I hope that wherever you were on your way to burns down, and that on your way to call the fire department you get stabbed. 

thanks.
             

urban living is additive sculpture,
rural is subtractive.

conundrum:  I write better with the lights out.

I just finished my (looming, heavy-handed and sweat salt crusted) "statement of purpose." It isn't going to last, I know, but I have not felt this good for months.

  I've been hearing an unusual amount of complaints concerning bodily aches and pains, lately.  Students have now hit the wall, people crane their necks and lean toward the holidays; also, the weather seems to bring a lot of drama. 
So I'm putting this out there: 
( who doesn't like to feel good? )

somewhat damaged, but still able to  enjoy.

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What's creepier than a sonogram?  Here's what:   people who use a sonogram for their facebook picture. 
I make few pledges, but there is one I can make, to those who might inquire about my health via internet:  I will never expose you to pictures of my (or my partner's--in this case, the couple shares the profile picture) under-siege uterus. 
Next time I get a part of my body x-rayed, I have a mind to mail it to them "here's what's new with me; just thought I'd say hi!"

kind of like robo-tripping.

this scenario is...strictly hypothetical, but I'm guessing that it's probably a bad idea to do a headstand without wall support in your apartment at night flip forward knock over the window fan break the radiator knob with your butt and have the neighbors come upstairs because they're annoyed and think someone is being abused.

probably.

avoid this.

the Politics Issue of the New Yorker finally came this morning.  unclench those pretty teeth!

also, I invested in a printer.  I really hate buying more Stuff, but seeing as this will enable me to leave my house even less than I already do, I consider it a necessary evil (I'm sure any person who's been to a bar with me can get behind this.)  not only will it save time, but now I can send death threats without worrying about my handwriting, or cutting up my cooking magazines. 

there is a pigeon outside my window.  it has been there, grunting, all morning and afternoon.  I am going to shoot it.

From "This Living Hand"
    
      It's not only the word roses
lurking inside neurosis or the fact
that most of my formal education
occurred in the midwest, so too
my summer job inhaling industrial
reactants should be considered.
Its an unstable world, babe.
Always an inner avalanche
as they say in receiving.
I'm sure if I'd gotten a shot
of Karl instead of Zeppo Marx
in utero, things would have turned out
differently. Instead, my mother
went right on eating lobster.
But where were we? . . .

-Dean Young

today's Cat and Girl was superb.

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the comic book store on Westnedge is for sale.  purchasing it held two very serious minutes of my consideration, after I saw the sign.  I  would add on a comic book themed baked good and espresso bar.  Mutant Muffins.  Watchmen sugar cookies (smileyface, duh.) Batman blondies, Sandman sandies.

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