May 7th, 2004

m-ouse ears.

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at least osteology is a comfort. i can blow off the classes willy-nilly, since the professor's style of teaching is one hundred percent based on having us fill our our lab books on our own. so i walk in every so often, play with some skeletons, doodle with magic markers labeling diagrams, & walk out again. when exam time rolls around i get 96s. not a bad bit of machinegunning. plus i've got a knack for getting the abberant bones- today's skull's metopic suture was unfused, for instance. nothing shocking or too strange, but diffrent. something to see. it wouldn't've put the guy into a freak show or anything, though.

i'm excited about doing kore's hothouse project with satirical. she sent me her photographic contribution, & now its up to me to pin some words on it. i'm thinking of using the "here is the church, here is the steeple; open the doors & see all the people" thing as a throwaway line somewhere in the little vignette. oh i do swoon over a collapsed marionette.

last night jenny was trying to fight me to get into the bathroom after we had been drinking, & the door handle broke. while i was concentrating on fixing it (having gotten out the tools & taken it apart) she was asking me when i needed to have the alarm clock set for. i didn't answer her, not wanting to be distracted, & she got mad at me for being rude. i tried to tell her in bed that i felt crummy that she was being mean to me, but she told me to shut up & leave her alone. everything was hunky-dory this morning though.
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    crown me king- twilight in the land of nod

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oh man how these conversations stagger out of me. i hung out with terra after class- a total joy, let me be honest. there were doodles & quizes & then we ended up abandoning all bars & drinking 40oz in the park. sounds just about as great as it was. but these sentences keep stumbling out of my mouth & being mistaken. i try to talk about hive minds & being second out of a three part group but it just isn't flying. we're mired about in me insisting there are no fundamentalist hindus. because there just arn't. & as much fun as conversation is, these desperations keep leaking out & being taken for nothings. oh what the fuck, whatever. how is my disrobing in the dark supposed to make sense to anyone? its all eyes on the blowfish. see that poison seap. fuck fuck fuck. i'm so great- i have a fun time all night & i come home feeling like i've been devestated. i'll never say decimated- there is nothing one-tenth about anything here. i wish my fucking girlfriend would get home from her library party. this apartment of ours can get cold. especially when i don't fill it, when the only thing filling it are these acoustic guitar sounds. long ago there was a prince named m. he had an older brother & a younger brother. there was slaughter & there was war & there were tongues found within teeth, seperated by space shuttle explosions. but most importantly there was an older brother, a middle brother, & a younger brother. even the crown & the throne vanished in perspective to this. sword & flame & jewel; these were the pieces of brain & bone that knit the empire together. there were radio waves & they sang songs of togetherness.

miracles happened next, & there was terror.
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    crown me king- bottled heaven