wiping the chalk off his hands.. "well that is the nature of the beast."
"certainly is, and i would assume it wise not to tangle."
"well sir, if i may, great minds have said that in order to realize you should get your hands dirty."
"hahaha"
"hahaaha"
CHUCKLE HAHAHHAHAHAHAAHHAHAHAHGahahhahahfhahhhhga

weel ok sure whatever why not.

well since there are new sources for just about everything and no sources for just about anyone, you see what happens.

most people wouldnt just stomp up to the desk like that and resign. well you do just resign sometimes, in thought and in theory.

i kno, know. but let me tell you this. there was a little gnome. he was constantly looking for something to idle and wile his time away. most of the time, however, he would pick different botanicals, grass blue green hood, other paraphrenalia. most of all if it was something out of the ordinary round his hut he would take a dirt sample too. when his collection grew impressive and he studied the growth of the various plants and the soil they were growing in, he carefully planned a stew. purely veggies.

the night he consumed his tea/stew, the neighbors heard awful sounds from his hut. crashing thrashing and herbal pot fasting. the next day the gnome emerged no worse for wear but his neighbors were worried. he collected the eggs now, the seeds of the various plants, their births. he studied the dimensions of the seeds, the nature in which they embedded themselves after leaving the proverbial womb.

then, as sure as sugar, he cooked up the seeds, a careful selection. no noises this nite. the fucker died. he was poisoned by some mother fucker that brokeinto his hut and tampered with his seeds. they left his body where it was cause everyone agreed on poisoning the bastard. diane julie beth susan jenifer donna gertrude genevive all those bitches wanted him dead. they just left him there. time passed and all that shit he grew sprouted. no shit, good compost. turned out some even grew from him. but that shits funny. just eating berrys and fruits and leaves and shit and people get all suspicious. so as kites fly these days, people muse and puruse and enjoy the dance of the gods in those light hearted paper doilies. shrugging away. strap a cat to the fucker and it wont fly. but billy the bad blooded cat. that mother fucker flew.

one day a bunch of kids were in the alley, knocking the cobbles like a xylophone. rocking out music with crude instruments and crude haircuts. sky above cobbles below. enter x, the cat. thing is the cat was schizophrenic. it would recline in the branches of a tree and treat it as an entity of animation and soul. the limbs speaking a language all their own which the cat abruptly learned. as the tree aged and the rings in the trunk spelled out the destiny of souls everywhere the cat was the only one privy to the secrets behest.

im just really bored and havent updated in a while. i apologize.

but really folks. im an uncle. my sister had a little girl. very cute indeed. i bought her an ipod mini and loaded it up with some hits. she listens. mostly white hassle, echo and the bunny men and select recorded shamanic rituals in flac format. ive read some carlos castaneda, and i just finished a book, the psychology of kundalini yoga. it really is an awesome book. i enjoyed it alot and tried to make it a part of me. but even at a hundred or so pages it is fucking dense. i dont think ill fully get it all even after 20 reads. but there are certain people i want to read it and no one here is one of them. so why bother. been doing crosswords, took me forever to figure out that what makes later days in the week difficult is not the nature of the words but just the distant way they clue you into them 32 across is lexicon topic. on monday that answer is always words. you get that shit on thursday and its something like usage. just very roundabout.1 down, route revealers.. maps. you get it. already im tired of this. i sub at the highschool on a fairly regular basis and its probably not doing me any good. im not doing me any good. im stuck. chris seems to be a sport tho. i like reading his updates and im glad he does. i appreciate the energy. movies, songs from teh second floor, i saw it. i like it, its subtitled in swedish and all, and even tho its a little over the top, there are some scenes that really rock your socks. notorize it.