Neoulysses
Stately, plump Jon Rockwell acsended the staircase to a desk on which a keyboard and a mouse lay crossed. Unkempt hair, slightly curled, sustained gently behind him by the mild morning air. He held his coffee aloft and intoned:
--Introibo ad altare dei.
Halted, he peered down the pine barren stairs and called out coarsely:
--Come up, Mpeg! Come up, you fearful jesuit!
Solemnly he returned and asat the plasticized chair. He faced about and blessed gravely thrice the moniter, the tower, the printer, and the surrounding speakers. Then, catching a sight of Megan, he bent towards her and made rapid crosses in the air, choking the coffee in his throat and shaking his head.
I shop not at Coles Book Store, and spiteful is their return. I have a huge colesore, also called a cold sore. It was Coles Book Store which cursed the greatest of grandfathers for original sin (unshop) and thusly the cursor carried through my bloodline unto me. This curse arose the morning after Mpeg had eaten the ever deadly pea nut: no doubt from the Tree of Knowledge. The last time I was cursed 'twas from the butter of this apple she so endeared.
It is done, the past became the future and so she will bear the neohumanity.
She will bear the neohumanity; a cold sore tells me so.
I am missen the pimpin'. He generously lended me his last copy of Mario Kart, and I have not yet returned it -though I have been meaning to. It will probably be a fortnight before the curse wears thin and I can return to society.
It would be faster if I just mailed it to him....
I want to watch the movie Pollock again, and read and read, and read again.
And picture this and picture that, but I returned the camera we so admired, and I believe we will be buying chairs and a coffee table in its stead. Which is strange, I never drink coffee at home.
Ikea is the shit dude, but maybe Justin could be shittier. He makes excellent furniture by hand -metal and wood. Bright metal and dark wood. I am always impressed with things he's done. He uses AutoCAD -2002 I think, and draws it up first. Hopefully he'll be able to make something in our price range.
Megan and Justin, the two usurpers of my admiration.







*tips her sombrero*
--
I hear
your voice
down the hall, through the window, above
all those trees, a light
it seems
& you are singing. What song
is that The words
are beautiful.
-LeRoi Jones
asome stuff!
No, I jest, I understand it perfectly: awesome, but without the `we'.
how very strange you actully noticed
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