once again i prat, er pray
to the gods of cellular
immunity
for self has cured self.
being sentient has nothing to
do with it. nada
it just happened like flowers
coming out of seed
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- if a photo, image or dress isn't mine i'll identify who's it is, or at least from whence it came.
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11 comments:
pack fast, pack furiously! now i must resume hauling my drays thru da august maze!
oh it's getting most mad
I like the "flowers coming out of seed" wording and simile.
madmadmad
madam im adam
same even if you walk backwards
so long as you keep eyes open
maybe
pretty good day so far
far so
so so
so so sooo far
pretty sofa
good day sir
so far so good
i am in anchorage alaska ( long story ) i cannot get my e-mail!!! am at least a day late arriving. can't contact who's supposed to meet me. great. flight will try to take off again soon...few hours. then i think i go to hong kong, it was gonna be seoul for a bit there but they changed. this is interesting. in a painful way...
no idea how i am at blogsite. why am i doing this again???
i could do with that pretty sofa :)
to give yourself the illusion you make a difference in this godforsaken world, that's why you're doing it.
i think i'll start playing sim city and build myself a little cambodian village, complete with famine and land mines.
i'm convinced i'll get the same levels of satisfaction as you will. i'm very much an optimist that way.
look forward to this blog to turn to horror/terror soon.
hey z no WAY woulda LAX worked what a hellhole of an airport
glad we didn't try that...
maybe on the way back i have a layover in LA.
yes i am still in transit
hongkong now
think i need a sideblog...
thenk i need a brain too
but that's a whole diff affair altogether!
or adam i'm madam
altho backwards thats
madam mim ada
or
mad am mimada, sounds like a drink...
i am hell, LAX woulda been home for me and if you were there over the weekend, you are an idiot for not inviting me over, i being hell, am already there, you wouldn't understand, LAX is everpresent in my occipital lobe. anyway, if i have the guts to quit my fukkin job and become a bikkhu in march, i'll catch up with you in cambodia towards the end of the year or however long it takes me to walk/swim and reach there as well.
you smile at my w0rds, that is disturbing to find out, but hey, transition and all, it is somewhat understandable.
here's something to make you laugh histerically:
!!!! YOU'RE FUKKED !!!!
of course, there's lots of love i put in that statement, i'm sure you feel your innards all fuzzy and warm now. hey, i hope your mud hut comes with a bucket of hot water once a week, so you can take a decent shower.
hey, when you're done there, let's elope to congo! we'll take it up a notch and become mercenaries, perhaps we'll score some diamonds and retire early?
OR DIE AN HONORABLE DEATH AND REINCARNATE KLINGONS, C'N I CAN SENSE THE KLINGON SOUL IN YOU BURSTING WITH JOY TO GET THE HELL OUT OF YOUR LOUSY humAn INCARNATION.
on klingora V or something, you don't remember, but we were blood hermaphorelatives once, let's relive the bloody dream again, sistah!
i am no star trek geek either, don't insult my hellness or i will find an anthill and committ much antocide today in solidarity with the beloved khmer!
do you receive all these comments as emails, i wish to know, since i've belabored so much in your future past making you a popular blogger beyotch with a following of ONE throughout your virtual existence here.
why would i get comments as e-mails? this is one of those odd group things isn't it... or something i don't understand as always. you know i forgot all my cables, like way to put camera into into computer, way to put computer into free inhotal internet ( but that was only at the comp hotel and i blew it so no worries with regards to future " free" things )
i had no TIME IN LAX was ushered into a line with the throngs and lined up x-rayed a million times asked to repeat the bible backwards ( yeah, so that took some time ) etcetc. it woulda been a waste of your gas, honest...
oh by the way some of my normal reading material has been blocked for " bad words" so if i don't reply it's gone into outerspace. it would appear bigbrother IS watching :)
later. the final flight. thank goooooodness.
moi
go into your blogger Settings | Comments and way at the bottom you put your email addy and then every time you get a comment, it'll be emailed into your inbox, it makes it much easier to not have to incessantly check your comments for replies, etc.
and it'll make me feel better for not having left you 871230946 comments to each or your blog entries from the very beginning and not have my ego inflated with the knowledge that you actually read at least the first word of each and every one of 'em.
i mean it's not like i write billions of entries and delete them before even i get to see 'em, i'm so might good and fast at this weird delete everything hobby i've acquired...
my email box is always empty, would you believe that? repeat yourself without fear, i'll never be able to prove it!
oh our brains work mysteriously
tick tock like a clock
but
in a washing machine
not a vacuumous void
tumble dry
do not iron
leave us to our vices
remember we have
a love of vice
but worst
is the vice of love
we will never know
if it is good
like whole grain love
or futile
like scraping at an empty jar of jam
with a fork
trying to salvage some of that fruity love
when really
nothing is left for us but the memory image and taste
and so our effort might not mean anything
perhaps though
we are nobler for trying
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