miscellaneous pathology: November 2003 Archives

it feels like woodshavings innocent woodshavings when you step in it but it's really termite poop. & the ocean is all fishpiss if you think about it, & if fish indeed piss. in any case every thing (& everyone) is made up of molecules that were at one point part of something that was once digested by some organism & subsequently passed out the assend of it. & i'm not even going to mention the monkey poop coffee.

everything, in other words, is shit.

i'm not particularly fond of waking up finding i've partially swallowed one of my favorite shiny things, but it is comforting knowing the circle k at the corner carries a full line of body jewelry.

shiny things make me happy.

• important note to self: battery life. that is all.
• this is i think the second time i've remembered the HTML tags for making a list. before this i always had to fire up some lameass wysiwyg editor.
• go fast. turn right.
• um. oopsie.
• it's always on. and on sundays it goes round & round & round. hours on end.
• there are waaaaaay too many versions of law & fucking order
• it is just always on. i mean i personally do not own one & yet i am surrounded by the damn things it seems & they are just always on.
• saving jessica lynch. it's never not on.
• can you hear me now? good. can you hear me now?
• battery life. battery life. battery life. there's no warning. there might be one it might be turned off or someshit i have no idea this is my first time with battery life.
• it's always on. it's just always on.
• it's eaten my brain. i'm even boring myself.