The Cosmic Joke... SHUT THE FUCK UP is your punchline. Mua-Ha-Ha.

I dream of beards from Bristol and bleary eyes all in a row. Crude chicanery and a palimpsestic forum for minute publications. Beep, beep, and I'm blitzed, not so much as Vietnam...

Yeehaw. I'm to be stranded for a week in New England, then onto Cuba, then onto D.C. for a Tacuna-and-another Conference.

oy vay i'm shat

who invented the fight? listen, bush. you are so fucking devolved. you and rumsfeld. and mr. fleischer, you aren't too successful at giving them grace. and mr. blair, just fucking pay attention to the truth, you moron of helper-mentality. i would just like to know how severely unhappy are all of you fucks.

good old nation and narration, good old sense of simultaneity, good old periodical linkage. good old invented communities. lettin' you sit back and see the spaces.

do you know how relaxed i am....? how ... .i have been for the past three days... ah, god.

yo, i did not know it could be done.

The Greatest Show on Earth!

fractals of moments are dripping onto me, or are jettisoned, because time is lateral.

hmmmmmmmmm the headache is more like a warm hug. fuck, life is cool and i love marlboro. I DO!!!! :)