mat7thew

and we ain't leavin' 'till it's six in tha mornin'

i was more than a little rough on God this week. we've worked our issue out...just the issue concerning jerry.

i keeep waking up and finding things different. it can be disconcerting. if i didn't know what was going on i wouldn't know what's going on.

having trouble bringing the tantive IV under imperial submission. also none too cool that it is easier to play as obi-wan or mace instead of vader.

snoozer, saturday looks good to me, bunky, the go! team, suburban kids with biblical names, the saturday people, papas fritas...just some of the music on my portatrip pop playlist.

alliteration!

boreom and another circumstance moved me to put together a chapbook...titled
midwestern junk, it contains a few good poems, a few bad poems, some good quotes, an excerpt from one of my books and a piece of prose.

kroger has a sale on quartered artichoke hearts (if you have yr plus card).

i am sitting here waiting for a download to finish and then we're all going to some place other than wafflehouse since lextown is devoid of an ihop.

i miss ihop. :down:

alot.

i'm looking to buy a bass guitar to enhance my ability to drone...i saw this at work and kinda want it.

my dl is finished and we're leaving now.

oh, and this is what years behind the iron curtain will do for you: Serbs line up for testicle shocks

good morning, starshine.


[edited just before noon to add: zombie fyodor kill would be me doing the lo-fi blog thing again]