schecki, etc.

The Messiah was holding the little girl's pet bunny, hugging it to his cheek with the big back feet swinging free. He was gloriously drunk. "Know what?" Josh said. "I love bunnies. They toil not, neither do they bark. Henceforth and from now on, I decree that whenever something bad happens to me, there shall be bunnies around. So it shall be written. Go ahead Biff, write it down." --Lamb, Christopher Moore

Tuesday, September 19, 2006

transcendent

I have been
through the looking glass ssalg gnikool
(and back again)

I was holding my own hand
(gemini ascendant)

Friday, September 15, 2006

Oh for crissake

It's called "good manners."

Grow the fuck up.