November 19th, 2004

m-ouse ears.

mother goose died this morning of gingerbread poisoning.

yum yum, aum yum. my little sleepy faced mantra. yum yum, kali yug, yum yum aum yum yum. sleepy mcwakes is a good hindu motherfucker, boyee. yum yum. i'm so cheerful i could practically break in two! last night i went over to david's, okay? whats it to you mother fucker? yeah i read a comic book called "formerly known as the justice leauge" but thats not part of my story! i'm also not mentioning sending the thompson or taylor text kills back, so are we going to have a hissy fit about that as well, you freak? okay, fuck! david had gotten all this italian food. all i did yesterday was eat. anyhow, then we a) drank a little scotch b) watched "aqua teen hunger force" & decided it was pretty much crap c) played roms (king's bounty, which i was talking about earlier! & then golden axe iii) d) watched "him," an episode from buffy season 3. oh, & also watched singing in the rain & david was all lusty after that fucking chick in it, & that sing-songy street adress thing she does. i bet thats a weirdo bedroom kink in the making!

if hp lovecraft was a rapper he'd say "shib-nug, b!" & stuff, which would basically be the same as tickling a ticklish girl. i'd giggle like the fucking elmo doll. "my baby mommas, the bitch with 1000 young!" what the fuck, hp-dogg! you so crazy, all feuding all along the east coast! you & your pet pit-bull (the same dog that killed uh, that dunwich horror kid). fuck you you crazy ass negro! innsmouth represent! oh no my brain.

the new slang: "dobo" is a double hobo, a "trobo" is a triple hobo, & a "double dobo" is a super hobo.
usage: "that fucking trobo is so homeless, he sleeps in a can of paint. & then drinks it."
also, a snoop doggy dare beats a triple dog dare. just thought i should mention as much to you
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one baby to another says:

the liquid of speaking, you know? words pooling in the center of the table, beading up & running together. i can't tell anymore what it is that empowers breath into meaning. thought as the crucible, language as the dross. i can't remember if thats supposed to be a good thing or a bad thing. i mean, i'm pretty sure words are magic (its too bad she won't live), representing things that they arn't, like portable cave paintings, but is that important (but then again who does?). also, i lost track of something along the way, some kind of honesty. i've been too adjusted to my adaptation. i've been too used to pretending to have feelings (in various combinations) in order to get my way. thats not how i'm supposed to be with her, all facade, smoke & mirrors, trapdoors. also, i havn't been doing a good job of it anyhow! what the hell was my plan, the pity fuck? too be fair, i've exhausted the casual seduction, & i've got brains enough to know that a more thorough seduction would be resisted. but its hardly the big deal that i've occasionally made it out to be. i suppose, if we're being honest, its just that i have been missing out on intimacy in general. sex being an easy way to express such a thing. & i don't know, its hard for me to put into words how its been. like when we were dog-sitting for carla. you went into the other part of the room to read. you even asked me if i was okay, & i said yes. i meant it, too, like the ten commandments. but i didn't know it was going to be all night, going to be all weekend. i'm not pissed, i wasn't pissed. i just wanted attention & affection & the well had run dry. of course i couldn't say anything about it, because i'm a fuck-up. but that is a good example. nothing bad, nothing terrible. just a...dissapointment. like showing up & finding the rock show has been canceled. i just miss being something you wanted to do things with. secretly (not so secretly) i'm hoping this disney trip will recharge your solar batteries. i recognize the signs of rambling, though, so i'm going to go.

p.s. fyi? 1 out of every 10,000 people is actually part of a global hive-mind. everyone, including the componant members of the hive-mind, remain unaware, because the hive's communication is by pheremone, is subliminal. so just think about that; someone's motives are not their own-- they are being controlled by their sense of smell. oh, speaking of pheremones, you know thats how menstrual cycles cync up, right? yeah, they did these weird experiments with girls hanging out with each other, where one group wore cotton pads taped to their arm pits to soak up their pheremone juices. i'm not even making that up (but i was making up the thing about the pheremonal hive-mind. or was i?)
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