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... arn't all ponies small?
i thought garden state was..contrived and trite.. and lacking any substance whatsoever...but thats just my opinion
koudos for the snowballs...i can't get down like that, mostly because about 80% of the time i only wear my flipflops and my toesies get cold,
i've always had a strong interest in the anatomy of things, not just physical, but really the structure of all things, you guys got any teeth on file over there, i'm fascinated by them, they're bone, only the functionality of them requires them to be exposed un like all other bones inthe body...? interesting, st least to me.
have fun at work.

Hmm...
March is no good for me. I'll be a hermit from March to September.
How about a revolution in the fall? October is a nice, traditional month for revolutions.

Well, I wasn't trying to "put you in your place". I was just in kind of a pissy mood, and the stuff you said about us all is what I've been saying about us for a long time. I mean, me? Yeah, I'm a corporate whore who wishes he had the balls and the talent to take art head-on. Who wishes he had some revelaion to shock the world. But in the end, the cycle of eat, earn, spend, sleep... we're all pre-programmed comsumption machines, just churning dollars from one corporation to another and back again. It's just frustrating to see someone take what you hate about yourself, wrap it in prettier words, and throw it back in your face as though you weren't aware of it.

I guess the upshot of what I'm saying is this:
Yeah, you're right. You're absolutely right. So... what now?

Oh yeah, and your question. I'm starting on the Appalachian Trail sometime in early marrch. It takes about six months.

And another thing. I hadn't realized that your two-month streak applied to... playing solitaire... as well. I mean, I'm in a longer dry spell than the Kalahari, but I pay some pretty regular visits to Mrs. Palmer and her five lovely daughters. In that context, two months is... well, that's a hell of a thing, man.

[Edited on Jan 05, 2005 9:15PM]

I know exactly what you mean. I swear.

Yeah, you've got a point. We're all artfucks, hipsters and drama queens. Some of us know it, some of us don't. But are we any better for knowing it? Are we better for any of it? I don't think so. It's all an act. Originality is what everyone wants to be, so originality is the least original thing out there.

So, you raise a point. We're all shitheads. We're all hipper-than-thou. We're all image. So now what?

The things we write we write to convince ourselves it's true. The less we have to say, the more frantic we are to see that it gets heard.

You make one big mistake though. You only write "you" not "us". You gotta include yourself. The way you're saying things now makes it sound like you've somehow found a way to live above this bullshit we're all defined by. If you have, enlighten us. Otherwise, you just come off as another selfrighteous artfuck, like me or any of the rest of us.

But this isn't a personal attack, don't get me wrong.

If you know what I mean.

Woah, wait... you're seriously impressed that you made it through 2 months of neo-virginity? Pffffft You got nothin on me.

Oh man, I totally missed the fact that it's your birthday. I must suck. Well, happy birthday.

i applaud you for your forwardness and secuity in your manhood...
most men are too chickenshit to admit they like goin down. they think it makes them somehow less... like "real men" wouldn't like that sort of thing. but as a seasoned vetern of the art of love..(Read single female in the navy for four years, so i got around) its quite obvious that this is somthing many men like and enjoy doing.

*believe it or not, there comes a point in every young ladies life where she learns the joy of preforming...for the guys... buy that i mean, well lets just say some chicks dig it too.




*see chasing amy for all other disclaimers.

Naw, the entry wasn't original. In fact, I was feeling pretty unoriginal, so it's just Pavement lyrics. But I was having a fight/discussion with my roommate about how he thinks I set myself up for failure all the time just to prove that life sucks. It got me thinking of the "Cherish your memorized weakness, fashioned from a menifesto" part.

i too was almost killed by a hotdog, unfourtunatly the incident endded with my mother shaking me by my ankles and potatochips all over the living room. eventually i choughed out the offending piece of hotdog and his acomplice a spongy piece of bun. it is tramatic and an incident i will never forget.

i would thank your for the global woarming.....but its fucking cold.
a conduit of shit is..... shit goes in , shit comes out, this is our purpose in life.
all i got from on the road is that god is poo bear. and don't get involved with migrant workers.


sounds like you had a night out with hunter s thomaon......
gay bashers and closet homos in the same room, all that hostility would've pused me over the edge, adn it would've been some crazy hater rap like ice-t or whatevea, not peacful enough for bob dylan, unless it was all crazy and angry and sad, if that makes sense.

eat a banana when or before you drink, see if that helps, when i know i'm gonna drink alot i keep a bunch stocked, it helps me from getting the shakes the next day.

My suggestion is to burn an effigy of Santa in the street.