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Anthony,myself(and our ex-comrade Geoff)used to be on a seemingly endless quest to find the WORST movie ever made and shown in theatres. There is so much out there but over the years I keep coming back to Showgirls. There are so many scenes that just make you wonder. I really like the scene where Nomi Malone is asked "Where are you from?" and she says "BACK EAST"..then the lady inquires further, "From where back East?" and Nomi Malone throws her french fries down in a bitchy rage,"DIFFERENT PLACES!!"

Today was fortunate to have ended with me feeling pretty healthy and positive, because there was a lot of punky heat and biodiesel stinking up my face, which just kills me, and then my two feet along sidewalks, a decent turkey meal with truly succulent gravy, i even ate the small fat skin that's so salty, talking to another man who wires up Microsoft. he brings sites online. anyhoo, i told him about burning man, even though i am kind of freaking out in this default reality, and have no focus for my plan in 3 wks, people @ work keep realizing my scheme and telling me 2 do it rite. I'm going to do yoga and yoga and then yoga bloody. I'll drink sweet tea and pull. Then I'll be Bouncy for a week, eating apples. So yes, I do see how this is a miracle tale, to anyone in the corporate setting, but i am concerned my own feelings are confused, and I can't share their wonder for freedom. My day is planned. My evenings are dynamic, but I usually do the same sort of thing. I have pretty good oral hygene, and I'm pretty healthy.
chipper and comfortable,
wheathery weatherz and
dirty bus floors,
lazy pastries w/
usa today daydreaming what
mandy moon's up to
(i wouldn't say it if it weren't true.)
i sat on a packed 545,
below a sign that says
"do not block or sit here", feeling sad,
a plexipane from death highway.
After yoga, though, I felt dead.
Now I feel wrung out of heartache and
serene, for a day of
fucked junk.
environmental pollerations.



i can skim. i can go without.

thank her for being God's vessel at college.

offer her a hug. LISTEN 2 THE GOAT

momentpoint: painting and photo journal THAT I ADDED

kiiralee Night people ... if any of you even read this.. WE READ YOUS!

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Here's A COMMITTEE SUCCESS STORY: Mr. Podiatrist!

I NEED AN LJ WELCOMING COMMITTEE ICON. CAN U HALP

i'm hearing live piano, banjo, laughter, and uke in the evenings here. And vocals, too. They's music makers next door. And the other next door is laughing girls. Laugh! I will sing with the banjo man, any dirge he can play me.

Summary: ALL'S WELL. I am inventing and designing. This situation's fluid and delicious, like many ice drinks. I have three weeks of work to work, and then it's off the grid. OFF THE GRID. meanwile, banjo pickin', hypnotic, practiced banjo pickin', wafting through my open window. precious beyond ready measure.

kk and i were all hot and the neighborhood cat started yowling low. right now some guy's talking hard jive and people are cracking up.

hump it 3 wks throw-down hard, cuz i have to make my paper work for me.

tell Mr. Podiatrist THANK YOU

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i was singing a song and strand slammed the door at the climactic moment. would you do that? what if the song is a bit silly (not that silly). what if it's sunny saturday afternoon and the sky is blue? would you?
strand's getting fixed internet for the first time in a while. he's e-harried. my internet's pretty weak of late but i've been and continue to aspire to be authentically busy between naps. this afternoon i feel kind of worn out, after yoga and an extra bike around the block fast. this bike is fun. it's light and sturdy, and sweet on concrete corners and curbs.
it's seriously a 'dirt bike' just enlarged a bit.
today i popped a wheelie On Accident showing off and shit.

i need a rest, it's high noon. i just don't feel sleepy. ha ha. my body feels good from all the working out. my knee, lucky charms, really isn't so bad as it was a year ago. and it doesn't freakishly pop or even crunchy so often. it's a great knee. both of my knees are serviceable, even prosperous. (now my right arm pops freakishly. but i don't walk on my arms. i walk on my knees.)

Today I thought of mandy_moon again, riding my bicycle into hijinx, suddenly one w/ her glee. she un e friended me and i think about her lots, it's like being dropped from a childhood friend or fanzine subscription. fun gone. frozen.

I have a new spreadsheet that evaluates the new, more complicated credit offers. The valuable terms: a high limit with a capped (at $99) fee. I haven't paid a penny to this, and won't unless I have to, but with the change, I can maintain a cash cushion of $20,000+ for under 2%. My bank pays 1.6%. :I

I have good ideas lately, but I just have time to write them down and hope later I'll bring it all together. I'm also designing code I think could be audacious. This is taking all my free time, though. I am trying to stay comfortable with half-million records, ten million records, and our friend n.

http://ironanvil.com/
http://superfancydeluxe.com/
http://marmotking.com/

Most people associate the noun "dollar" with the Federal Reserve Note ("FRN") "dollar bill,” engraved with the portrait of President George Washington. This association is mistaken.

Once I did an open mike with my friend from New York. We swapped details of our city life. ( stage lols )

I learned to be penniless again. I learned to imagine again, spending whole weeks and months designing robotic armies. I found a value to bring my own customer, cutting out the middleman, operating within the new rules before they'd been written. From here, things rapidly accelerated. Creative destruction in this wave massified, automated, but personalized, distilled, amused. As I negotiated in Bruce Haley's kitchen to expand my own production capacity, I got the call. "You've got the job."



( One Fewer Love )

I went to dad's house and cried... sobbed.

K says I'm doing the wrong thing. K says it's a stupid, sickening subject, your psychology, your desperate, paper thin charade.

Poll #1221372 it
Open to: All, detailed results viewable to: All

it's a stupid, sickening subject, your psychology, your desperate, paper thin charade.

( Stupid and Rude People Enrage Me )

It began to snow, flakes circling like ash. Three years now, since your heart's black ink poured out, I'm still here- in the garden, where the flies melt on the gardenias like black pepper.

Why won't you let me go? No one helps anyone.

( go kartz )

Few things exemplify freedom and a daring will to peace than the time-honored lawnchair balloon dream.

Some american injustice.

romantic. oh yeah.

I've been pretty busy lately, but I am aware of all internet traditions.

Since November 2006, cumulative vehicle miles traveled have dropped by 17.3 billion miles.

Mass transit ridership in 2007 highest in 50 years.

For every dollar increase in the average real price of gas, overweight and obesity levels in the United States decline by 16 percent in seven years.

The cost of living for a household is the square root of the number of people in the household.

Bonus Link: Mike Tyson: Creepy Fucker

Sketches of my grandparents, 1930.

The bindi times, carboned through in triplicate, screams one extreme: Love. Only it. And all the moments left to rhyme, we shove, we chew. All the moments. When my hand is a mile high embracing, riveting fusion, confusion, Love. Why is it hard to hear? What monsters have forgotten rhetoric's nemesis: no blame, no escape. A fortress, Brian's movin on. Chainsaw change another address introspect, tumbling intellect thumbling internet. Step into void, seduce, moments Love.

"Who goes out and buys a program called Evidence Eliminator?" asked District Judge Stephen G. Larson, who called Bryant’s actions "really powerful impeachment evidence."