JG 7th yococs was here

it's the 22nd. today marked the first dip. i's smokin wit faye at the 7th, turns out she a firebreather herself. so i went back on the deck after the day cos something's telling me to pay homage, there was an afternoon sun conspiracy there. it was late when nikka saw me there on the side. i remember i told her then how aws missin home big time. saw jaja and jay there burpin contest but the chairs and tables are no longer there. i turned to the buildings where i hanged all them flickers, half wonderin the life beyond, saw mark in the other building from where i stand, even saw ron's office space in the corner. i think they's gone no logner there much as am back wit teh hat that i so wanted then. here was where i started today, it was hazy not quite4 certain there. it's living it here now humbligh flash doug.

shrimp code act

am textin wit mark and gail earlier. it's kinda missin they's tellin me the gang felt the departure and they was talking about while waitin for class. AJ was sayin the same thing when we was supposed to go out drinkin after graduation last friday turns out aws not able to join av to face segregation now. ad like to tell'em talk a lot about them in ma head i couldn't contain it , that i told pam about it tis afternoon said am feelin kodak homesick. thought she din't say anythin but mention somethin 'bout me bein an autistic, am i hearin things.

hoisted on the fourth

sometimes you get a burglar over the phone wakin you up, a graduation to stupidity exam, an interview wit tah vampire, another wit teh sphynx, a circus act wit teh amazons, a litigation thereafter, a psychopathology test, another joggler wit the vultures, a cross dissection thereafter, then at last a conversation wit a gordon, not to forget the more than half the time ye spent chasin butterflies up ye intestines that go all the way down to ye bladder and back. if it's not worth it, i don't know what its. sometimes it happens when everyone in the planet, rushing home for the christmas eve dinner, you go chasin away chickens. sometimes it happens, when everyone's gathered around dinner table to meet the coming year, you go downhill fetching water. sometimes it happens till hell freezes over, and the year turns then it's over. and ye back in the post.

meanest tree of finance

it must be noted however that during the season of chilly crisp breeze and sheltered sun rays when the stars fell to earth and spread flicker on the trees, i mean, wooo so sad, man! it's like, every person you come across with in the trees are so freakin emotional about the holiday rush prancin about what presents to give more what's there to receive like they floatin on aladin's carpet, so what am i? grinch? cos this guy's nuts couldn't even get to allow himself to afford a thing out of his pocket afraid he might run into bankruptcy sayin, hello there!, ya know what am sayin? man! you'd cry if you an earthling. good thing am pluto.

station directory

so she wouldn't have a hard time thinkin about what to get me for ma birthday i wrote bob and jenny for a choice of a bob dylan hardbound biography or a complete compilation dvd copy of the jenny chui episodes cos miss whiney asked me to write somethin on the sugar packet to mark the first coffee hangout of the year. loool?!

pick packets

since eating runs a distant second to sleep, i happened to have made a life changing discovery last Christmas am lookin at a half ounce knott's berry farm jelly packet concord grape flavor made from concord grape juice, high fructose corn syrup, pectin, and citric acid by conagra foods inc., omaha, nevada 68102 USA. tomorrow i think am gon have falcon lemon or stork apple made from petroleum distillates, crude oil, gasoline and bird poop. yeeea.

bombings around

i got me a hundred-peso original copy jerry maguire vcd from tower. i figured the year's just started and am out of job, thought i want to keep a copy for masef been quite a while we were kids when we learned to throw a ball. weren't thinkin of anythin then other than throwin it by heart ya know what am sayin? now am complete. ma wait for sunrise.

in memoriam

i texted kirsten last night. found that old eraserheads CD lying on the stack in the corner. had it on. sounds a little strange now and it's only been last year. history shapes so fast, we have to forget to be reminded. basking is free and if we could only spend more time together the century would be fine

the stonestoked year