2003.02.10 nine forty p.m. montay . . . . . . . +mountain+ . . . . . . . |
faker. try'n to be cool just looked up ross's website. i wonder how he really is. it says: " news: with girl of my dreams, working on adding the scroll bar to this. working close to forty-five hours this week, time will be short but i'll try to add newness. soon. ross. " record... . ... dot. it sounds like things are the same for him,, maybe. he seems to be a littlemore comfortable in his self-labeled skin. perhaps we are both ONLY the same as ever, ONLY more comfortable. .. . i remember the last day of first grade. a day on the playground. on the merry-go-round. =metal and rusty. .thinking how strange it is,,,, . . that the jump from first grade to second grade is just like any other (grade-to-grade) jump, but it feels so much different from the others.. feels further .... because in your mind two numbers, especially 'one' and 'two' are drastically more opposite than a word is from a number, or even than a word is from a word. i don't know what these thoughts have to do with anything, but . they were just popping. that's all. . tonight i watched "the four feathers", (1939version), and it is making me sit up straight and say things like "rathUHR" and "spLENdid!" lobsterbacks. today a salesman of some sort called for mom while i was burning trash,, totally threw my mind off. talking about some sweepstakes las vegas visa mastercard nonsense,,,, and i said, "not interested, sorry". and he says, "not interested in which part?" *very smart-ellickkyyy...,he said it((** so i say, "well, i don't adhere to sweepstakes, . they are a waste of time.. i don't mean to offend you or anything, but..." and he says<"i don't see what there is about seventy-thousand dollars that you find to be a waste of time." oh geezz. what an idiot. and burning trash was no longer enjoyable. almost through _till we have faces_ . so lovely. it's like _the horse's boy_ and _the last battle_ comparisons someone would say, uh oh . the computer is dying... |
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