heard	Mike Keneally			Dancing
			dont even kid yourself. It's the only thing I've listened to all week

 

"Pointy!" giggled Alise. "Like a cat!" frang tang in a soul fed (10-27) S it here quietly, watching the clock go, hoping for the break. Work has picked up, making my day go by much faster even though it feels like it's just crawling by. In the wake of the new boat on my water there is a hunger to prove, to make, to cook something good for someone to taste… But there's a block. I can't really explain it, understand it, or quantify it into a classical crisis. There is no explanation, and that.. that's the rub. Midas and Minotaur, Satyrs for Shamen. Pulchritudinous means bonny sanguinary, sanguineous Height: 6'0", Weight 180 lbs. Shoots: Left Born: 1/26/61 Recap and keep horizontal when not in use don't say don't say baa   Wouldn't it would have been much simpler for Wittgenstein to just have said, "You lucky bastards…?"   idle, loaf, loiter, lounge, shirk, indolence, fainéant, slugabed, wastrel   perhaps there's more than I can see. My get up and go to work vs my drag myself on the couch and barely make it through evening television. I'm tired all the time. Even in moments of inspiration and push, I am sleepy on my shoulders and continually picking goo out of the corners of my eyes. I sleep listlessly -- tossing, dreaming, turning, not dreaming… To be completely honest, I don't like these transitional frames between reels. The want is strong in my nostrils, stinging in it's freshness, but the availability of the needed time, the certain lack of getting up from my chair to make something happen… I'm a lazy fat fuck with some great earth shattering ideas fuzzily bouncing around in my mind, supposedly just out of my own chubby reach. And as always there's baby bear close at hand with all of the things he requires to blame it all on, but that is a copout with two small teeth jutting out of his bottom gums. I have just become lazy. I don't put it forward in certain arenas. Oddly content after getting used to certain things to just let them be sore spots or complaints that I bring up here and there when I feel the need to vent… but what good is that?   David Lee and Michael A. together in falsetto harmony…   I shouldn't be too bored to change my life for the better. That idea is just plain wrong. But here I sit at the office, literally twiddling my thumbs wishing I was more motivated to do anything. It's true that I have put a lot of pressure on myself to become something brilliant and beautiful in the next 48 hours, a goal even I know is unrealistic - but there's a real big difference between facing the truth about the still long road ahead of me and falling asleep on the side of the track… The simple annoying problems that seem to resurface over and over, the ones that you only wish you could face, all so much more important than the things you push away for the fear of what they might say about you…   I feel the days. I worry the nights away, I tell you all about it, and we all agree that it's a damn shame. A crime, really     … good talking to you. Yeah, have a good one…         What good is that?