2003-12-02 - 7:31 p.m.

Quote This.

�Roses are red,

Violets are blue,

Bread, eggs, coffee.�

- Leo.

The lungs are a tad sluggish lately. Weed-a-plenty. But the way I figure it, lungs are like knuckles. You don�t actually need them to live, but their nice to have. You misuse them too much and they get a buildup all around them. They get calloused and hard and raspy.

I have at LEAST 1 3/4 lungs left, 4 perfectly good fingers and two very opposable thumbs.

�He who approaches the temple of the Muses without inspiration in the belief that craftsmanship alone suffices, will remain a bungler and his presumptuous poetry will be obscured by the songs of the maniacs.�

- Plato.

Really fucking pouring out there. Sounds like the lyrics of, �Time� by �Broken Lung� Waits.

��when you�re east of East St. Louis

and the wind is making speeches

and the rain sounds just like

a round of applause.�

Fin.

0 of you fuckers have been accounted for.

old shit. - newer shit.

2003-12-02 - 10:17 a.m.

Bastard Worker Spawn.

The Underlings found humour in my query of WHO exactly the Hilton sisters are. Too much humour, as a matter of fact. That much entertainment because I know more about real pole smokin�, muff divin� porn stars than I do these two.

I let them laugh. Let them eat Jos Louis�.

One or my dancing girls says later, �Its SO funny because you talk about fucking nanotechnology and books we�ve never heard of, you�re smart�but you�re so STUPID when it comes to pop culture!�

�I AM NOT stupid when it comes to pop culture. 80�s pop culture.� After that�not so much. I still think Snoop is new school.

�OK, Pops. I Love Lucy is on at 5 tonight. On that square talking box in your livingroom.�

�BEGONE DYSENTRIC WHELP!� and I throw a shoe at the closing door.

Hard to get good fucking help nowadays.

0 of you fuckers have been accounted for.

old shit. - newer shit.