Jojo was a man who thought he was a loner,but he knew it couldn't last.Jojo left his home in Tuscon Arizona,bought some California grass.Get back to where you once belonged.

Enjoying Senator Byrd (W. Virginia) speak live on C-Span about the prospect of S. Korea blowing up a city on the west coast of the United States. . (S.Korea pretty much said that if you try to treat us the way you treat Iraq we'll blow up a "We have working atomic bombs and missiles that will reach the west coast of the United states so . . . " stop messing with us)

south korea?

"electrocardiogram pads that are used to hook up to an ekg machine were attached to his chest when his body was discovered"

The late British Scientist David Kelly

Lord Brian Hutton British Judge - Head of Inquiry Into Death of David Kelly
it pretty much says that his death occurred in a hospital of some kind and his body was carefully placed on one of the paths that he was known to enjoy wallking, about 5 miles form his home.(no blood)His death was caused from lack of blood and he had a very subtle little cut on his wrist but not all the way across his wrist, the kind a scalpel would make.

Wondering if Sem's moms okay?Did she make it there to see you? I'll keep her in my prayers.

wondering about the staged movie that was made (with blanks in the u.s. guns) regarding Jennifer Lynch who was being treated by doctors in an Iraqi hospital

The Pandyr is watching some movie and I am swearing at his computer because I cannot post to the boards. Fucking XP.

I hear you, XP sucketh. after all it was shipped out unfinished.

http://news.telegraph.co.uk/news/main.jhtml?xml=%2Fnews%2F2003%2F07%2F27%2Fwjess27.xml&secureRefresh=true&_requestid=175814

Its my birthday.

Remembering when I used to be addicted to this place.

Thinking about how Philip Glass can make one feel insanely sad.

And hey, it's Sunday, too.

happy birthday moonit

thanks Platy

I sent you a e-mail moonit,hope I have the right one,it was the meow one.Hope it was a good one:)

happy birthday moonit.

My mom is doing fine, but she couldn't makje it down. She's gonna aim for Labor day now.

Moonit! Happy belated birthday!

Freaking to this article

"Oh No, the noodle sales are ruined!"

http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/asia-pacific/3131221.stm

I'm not doing anything interesting enough to warrant using this what are you doing message board. I may go play mega man 3. I got it in box with instructions. I can't seem to defeat top-man.

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exaggerating the time space continuum.

"Seth Speaaks" (the book(s)are going around and profound.

posting a few pic from CR

http://www.copperboss.com/tingy.htm

Surfing in the bath

using some unknown person's wireless router.

oooo.

freakking to da groove that i just laid down. .
booom schaKAH,BOOM boom Scha kah!

laughing at the page reel hard
about
JURY DUTY

http://toadalamode.com/juryduty.html

waiting for nothing quietly.

thinking about the story of a woman in pottery class who made a teapot with chicken feet. some fellowstudents were gathered and one picked up her teapot. later she said: One of it's feet has fallen off and i'm NOT pleased.

I just realized that somebody(probably Ryan)stole all my Neil Young C.D.'s I had at least 10,and my engagement ring,a blue topaz and diamond ring,a semi-precious stone bracelet,some earings and a tape recorder.I know he's my son but I'm at the point where I hate him,the good news is he's probably going to jail for a spell next month,maybe I can go on a much needed vacation then and not have to worry about him stealing from us.Sometimes I so hate my life.

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wondering why "J" didn't "pawn" all her semi-precious stuff and pay for her son's defense.
"What kind of mother are you!?"

"gimme a hit of that crack" Neil

Obviously Julio is on crack. Do us a favor and hit it again so you are too incapacitated to type anymore.

Goodbye Rosie
The queen of Corona Seein' me and Julio
Down by the schoolyard

Searching again.

http://www.wienerdogmemoirs.com

in a maze of twisty little passages, all alike.

Bored out of my mind.

http://www.shoppingcartabuse.com/

the black outage has affected my typing skills.
'Skils Irfan'

What has happened to my e-lec-tri-cal grid?

pissing out ass.

for the first time in sorabji history, i am pissing out of my ass while typing on the WAYD board.

oo! noisy!

SHIAT

just checking in to see who's checking in. hoping every sorabjiite on the east coast is and stays ok and has interesting stories after they come back up

just checking in to see who's checking in. hoping every sorabjiite on the east coast is and stays ok and has interesting stories after they come back up

brooklyn is not supposed to be this quiet...
i can't sleep

I seen you in your red room laughing
With your shiny coffee can
So many wrongs, all kinds of goings-on,
Held my head and ran

Then I hid and did a bit more looking
Seen you dancing on your pine porch creeking
Mouth open and doors held wide
Here's what was inside...

I've seen the lights go out on Broadway
I saw the Empire State laid low.
And life went on beyond the Palisades,
They all bought bright Cadillacs
And left there long ago.

We held a concert out in Brooklyn
To watch the Island bridges blow.
They turned our power down,
And drove us underground
But we went right on with the show...

I've seen the lights go out on Broadway
I saw the ruins at my feet,
You know we almost didn't notice it
We'd see it all the time on Forty-Second Street.

They burned the churches up in Harlem
Like in that Spanish Civil War
The flames were everywhere,
But no one really cared
It always burned up there before...

I saw the lights go out on Broadway
I watched the mighty skyline fall.
The boats were waiting at the Battery,
The union went on strike
They never sailed at all.
They sent a carrier out from Norfolk
And picked the Yankees up for free.
They said that Queens could stay,
They blew the Bronx away
And sank Manhattan out to sea...

You know those lights were bright on Broadway
But that was so many years ago...
Before we all lived here in Florida
Before the Mafia took over Mexico.
There are not many who remember
They say a handful still survive...
To tell the world about...
The way the lights went out,
And keep the memory alive...

sitting here like a stooge

sleeping as usual

http://8ball.ofb.net/procedure.html

rooting for truffles

belching up a shit storm after eating a lot of really rancid, day-old pepperoni pizza in nyc today.

About to go to some fundraiser movie thing.

looking for the philosophical attitude towards the blackout in the papers and not finding so much.

saving my AOL cds for a future endeavor. you should do it too.

http://www.nomoreaolcds.com/

Reading Sorabji's story of July 6 about "all he needs" for his summer walking tour. In the words of Jimmy Durante, "I'll take New York." Okay, but why hit someone up for a pedometer when you can foot the bill yourself?

Wondering when Mark is going to write about the Big Blackout, so we can get inspired! I do so hope Mark was out taking pics that night!

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http://mywebpages.comcast.net/preesi/Begin.html

using my aol cds for cup holders

wondering about all of
you.

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www.bobofett.com

rooting for the governor mansion in california 'cos i am such a 'pretty boy' (if anyone sees that early movie i made on steroids, i'm outta here)

Looking at random people's personal photos.

http://diddly.com/random/

listening to IKEA hold
music from the
speaker phone at my
desk

ah, crooning.

ever think we'd need
ikea info? crazy

looking at the ihatenyc.com site about the obese rats amd being pissed off at some nitwit.

http://www.ihatenyc.com/this_weeks_rants.html

Sitting here incredibly bored...wishing i had a chocolate sundae...and watching Passions on the tube...it's my day off...and i'm feeling a bit lazy...have a big date tonight...i'm so excited!...met him on the net...don't usually admit that...but I don't know you people...lol...this site seems pretty cool...might have to come back sometime

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Mourning the death of my friend, musician Wesley Willis. Rock on Chicago, Rock on Miami.

I am in love with him
To whom a hyacinth is dearer
Than I shall ever be dear.

On nights when the field-mice
Are abroad, he cannot sleep.
He hears their narrow teeth gnawing
At the bulbs of his hyacinths.

But the gnawing at my heart...
He does not hear.

VM

is reading this recent e-maul

YOUNG IN NEW ORLEANS


starving there, sitting around the bars,
and at night walking the streets for
hours,
the moonlight always seemed fake
to me, maybe it was,
and in the French Quarter I watched
the horses and buggies going by,
everybody sitting high in the open
carriages, the black driver, and in
back the man and the woman,
usually young and always white.
and I was always white.
and hardly charmed by the
world.
New Orleans was a place to
hide.
I could piss away my life,
unmolested.
except for the rats.
the rats in my dark small room
very much resented sharing it
with me.
they were large and fearless
and stared at me with eyes
that spoke
an unblinking
death.

women were beyond me.
they saw something
depraved.
there was one waitress
a little older than
I, she rather smiled,
lingered when she
brought my
coffee.

that was plenty for
me, that was
enough.

there was something about
that city, though
it didn't let me feel guilty
that I had no feeling for the
things so many others
needed.
it let me alone.

sitting up in my bed
the llights out,
hearing the outside
sounds,
lifting my cheap
bottle of wine,
letting the warmth of
the grape
enter
me
as I heard the rats
moving about the
room,
I preferred them
to
humans.

being lost,
being crazy maybe
is not so bad
if you can be
that way
undisturbed.

New Orleans gave me
that.
nobody ever called
my name.

no telephone,
no car,
no job,
no
anything.

me and the
rats
and my youth,
one time,
that time
I knew
even through the
nothingness,
it was a
celebration
of something not to
do
but only
know.



"Young in New Orleans" and "Confession" Copyright 1982 by Charles Bukowski. Reprinted from The Last night on Earth Poems with the permission of Black Sparrow Press.

being amazed at the commemorative tv program to the 70's on VH1 yesterday with Rocky, battle of the network stars, wonderwoman and son of sam .
came in on 76.

have any of you seen "queer eye for the straight guy" on sho?

warping and woofing

You just don't know what wierd is until your going down the freeway at 70 mph and the asshole thats driving shuts his eyes and says he's not going to open them till he gets a blowjob.

scanning in pics from the hell weekend i had.

on the throne again.

cup of OJ.
2 cups of coffee.
1 pork chop.

breakfast of champions, now being pissed mightly out of my ass.

"now" as in, right now. this very second. as this worthless drivel pours from my fingers, entirely different worthless dribble pours from my asterisk.

third time today. one an hour seems to be the pattern.

oops! better wave goodbye! my job here is done!

wishing that I hadn't just ate before reading Nate's post. blech. :(

waffling and wavering

I fall upon the thorns of life. I bleed.

Well, not really.

tormenting sem with descriptions of my new "boyfriend" who is really just my new eight monthly old babyfriend.


hee hee I'm so mean

Waiting for Manhattan to crush her fragile spirit

http://www.riotmanhattan.com/old_riot_site/webcam.html

WHO'S THIS?

eating a lot of bread

I need to clean this house,watched Orion from Sunday around 5 p.m. till yesterday around 5 p.m. and the house is a mess he gets into everything he's as hyper as Ryan was and I could barely handel that when I was young.Ryan wasn't destructive though and Orion is,he's tore up my plants,my vcr,and he's working on my stereo.I know this sounds bad but I'm starting to really resent this and now I understand why my in-laws would rarely babysit my spawn,it's like how can I miss you if you won't go away? It's like I'm not the one who fucked Jerry!

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Not sure if I like that my Chopin is there for everyone.

unwashed. and somewhat slightly dazed.

. . . but it was too late, , , , ,
She's come undone

ba da da da dadah. . . "

hating capitalism.

Do we all need brand new "shelf systems", graphing calculators and cell phones? Do we all need flat screen 32 " televisions and a six foot collection of DVDs?

I don't think so.

The last two days have been full shifts. All I've done is alphabetize DVDs. When I am done with a letter, I write down the titles of which there are multiple copies and then make labels which I then stick to cards which I then place behind the DVDs on the shelf. Then I move on to the next letter.

I am maybe 1/3 of the way done, slightly less probably. I am a zombie. I do not deal with many customers but I am getting wrist pains from typing and peeling labels incorrectly. My feet hurt from standing. I saw the sun to and from coffee (with the rebounding boy) and on the way to work.

During the winter there may very well be weeks in which I never see the sun at all, between grey skies of rain and my work load. I am getting transferred because the store is getting torn down and rebuilt. I might end up driving again to avoid an unpleasant bike ride and then working full time to support the car. If this happens I will get a cell phone for emergencies and then probably move into an overly expensive apartment so as to avoid shaming my housemates.

The more I think about it, the more trapped I feel. I am confused. I am chasing my own tail. Everything I know is temporary but I elevate it to a state of voluntary permanence in order to avoid my insecurities.

I want to care enough about something, anything, to do something different. I don't know how.

Getting ready for the first day at the new job. I'm all nervous. Its like the first day of school. eek