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March 24th, 2004

i am being stalked by cortney love. [Mar. 24th, 2004|09:26 am]
mordicai caeli
[Current Mood |a kind of history.]
[Current Music |crown me king feat. chris latta- "megatron you fool!"]

let me pull some antique dealer bullshit & run my fingers along the fringe of the past couple of days, scope out the beaten copper filgree. monday i bring david ("pleasently nabokovian") & christopher ("star-prince, an alien hybrid") back to my joint after work. we toss back a few drinks while waiting for miscommunications to sort themselves out. on the way out to our rendezvous with my little sister, we stop at an irish pub just around the cornor from me that i've never been too. david purchases us a round like the hip cat he is (new castle & a shot of whiskey), & we all sit down. at this point its myself, jenny, antonio, christopher, & david. we catch the train into soho (conversations consist of which organization would win in a fight, cobra or the decepticons)

we meet my sister at some ridiculous apartment. what is the opposite of sluming? its a gigantic flat, costing some fourteen thousand dollars ($14,000.00) a month. thats fine. there is some bloated french painter there; patrice? when introduced to him i ask "i'm sorry, is it marcel or marceau?" & i mean, if he'd've laughed or something, i'd probably be a lot more charitable. as is, fuck him. david asks me if i did that on purpose. of course i effing did it on purpose! anyhow, the story of this apartment is basically that it is my sister's friend's best friend's boyfriends (read: sugar daddy's) apartment, & he is actually fucking staying in a hotel while my sister & her friend kelly doss down at his apartment. oh, & this apartment? is of course decorated in that particular style. paintings on the wall (one painting, of a mostly blue rectangle, is in fact a painting of the titanic & all the water above it, to scale. i liked that quite a bit). on one wall is a glass cabinent filled with archeological objects d'art. i'm forbidden to steal the ganesha statue. & in the middle of this effing place is a nerf basket ball hoop. dear fucking heavens.

eventually we're kicked out of the apartment by phone. i'm not sure how this can be, as um, nobody was actually there to kick us out, but there it is. there was drama of some kind. i was still not allowed to steal ganesha. we took off to some bar where they drew hearts on our hands; at this point, david parts ways with our company, which now includes kelly & my sister. at this fucking bar is courtney fucking love. or stephanie "from florida." it depends on who you want to believe, your own eyes or her. i pick "narrative coincidence," & thus i choose cortney love. chris dances with her. eventually we leave, & christopher comes back to my apartment (along with of course jenny, & antonio, who is staying with us). we put in old school & there you have it. draw curtains.

yesterday, we lounged around for a bit, & then took off back to the lower east side to meet up with mr. the fallen optimist. we ate some grilled cheese & looked at porn on the internet & i was told by a girl that i have "no chance with the ladies." well nuts to that; later that night i fucked my hot girlfriend in the ass! shows her. antonio & matt & i went uptown a little ways to a comic book shop where there was supposed to be free tickets to hellboy. having not yet recieved them, the comic book store guys let us browse a while. i read the new supreme power issue, then antonio & i took off for class. after class we came back to my apartment, where jenny & i foisted some reality tv off on antonio.

after the three finalist's from america's next top model had been interviewed on upn news, we bundled into the train & went to a bar on avenue a (ave. a) & fifth (5th) street to meet up with novictoria. & meet we did; her roomate elizabeth was also there (mostly winning at pool) as was her underage friend olivia. going to the bar with victoria is my new favorite thing; we drank well & on the cheap! for a recovering alchoholic, victoria sure goes to bars alot, too. i had a bit of a reoccuring problem with the television in the bar (the closed caption was on! & shows like futurama & the big o are cool!) but had alot of fun. oh, & vick brought the puppy she is fostering over to the bar, & that was a big hit. on the way home, in the subway, jenny kept tearing all the wet paint signs down- when the people on the dragon started shouting at her "wet paint! wet paint!" she thought it was the funniest thing ever. & then she stayed awake on the train & we got to have sex. a special kind of sex!
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eugenics manifesto riff. [Mar. 24th, 2004|11:00 am]
mordicai caeli
[Current Mood |exceptional individuals.]
[Current Music |crown me king- twin sister]

i reject the idea that life has intrinsic value. in the same breath, i refute the notion of primitive eugenics that believes in life that is "superior." i accept fitness as a biological fact & proclaim that selfishness is the motive & reason of all life. i submit that this selfishness is complex & many layered, & can involve concepts of altruism; that selfishness does not entail a blind hording & exploiting of resources. i maintain that no ethnicity or "race" deviates from any other to any appreciable extent but i demand recognition that individuals do vary, that they are not all created equal nor endowed with inalienable rights.
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a brove of draculars. [Mar. 24th, 2004|04:44 pm]
mordicai caeli
[Current Mood |113.]
[Current Music |cmk feat. corporate whore- blankface]

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