vrooom. ice cream and steven seagal. combination. i have got to turn off the light. and put on the headphones in order to avoid confrontation. plus i have gas. there is only one thing i want to do more than sleeping right now. can you guess?

i need some water. i planted twelve banana trees today. tender loving care. and soil enriched with calcium carbonate. when was that last time you touched a worm? i got down on my hands and knees. there is dirt under my finger nails.

you have got to be from bosnia to not like pie. especially blueberry pie. or pumpkin pie. but i am just speculating. maybe bosnians really like pie. this plate doubled as a napkin. brilliant. i watch your back, you watch mine. i want this information limited to only those who need to know it. that sounds evil. security by obscurity is no security at all. remember. please don’t ask me anymore questions. cover up your mistakes. we can be friends at gunpoint. trust me, we don’t have much time. i’m in love with someone else. because i’m just trying to help. i was beginning to think you were ignoring me. don’t you think this is hard for me too. she’s alive! i am going to push my ego on you because i am more important. you can’t tell anybody about what we know because we don’t know who to trust. meet me on the west side of the parking lot, you understand? no, because normal people don’t know where west is.

risking your life for someone else’s life. how compassionate is your leader and towards whom? who put you in charge? suicide bombers, what a waste. it’s their way or the highway. jealous lovers. photographers shoot people all the time. we must name the groups so we can create an enemy. i like to micromanage. so my ego can smile.

when you have value, you can ignore the rules. guns don’t make terrorists, video cameras do. sir, we could contact the networks, but they are under no legal obligation to comply. so i’m not going to do it, because the media is fair and honest. i don’t know. uncertainty through clout, fear, driven by adrenaline and ego.

i am about to face death. what do i feel? uncertainty. i have distanced myself well, i am me. not anton baresh. or responsible for multiple bombings in russia. i am peaceful. i accept casualties. i am aware of the situation. have you tried talking to them. backtrace it by the deadline. i don’t want to sign a death warrant of the american people. we’re all gonna die. phone rings. it’s gonna be okay. because i am speaking on the presidents behalf. there must be some other way. but we are serious. data mine that call. yes sir.

you have got to be ruthless to win they teach you. desensitize you. obliterate you. it’s all connected.

casual casualties. tiller.

is that a head ache you are wearing, or are you just happy to see me

i went out.

vodka. cran. in a glass flask. that is how hawaii parties. every group is passing around a bottle of hards. and then there is the occasional alpha male with a half gallon of wild turkey to himself. in all of its plastic jug glory, he puffs his chest and grunts. a tight shirt. tempting other males to check him out.

yeah. you said it.

that. we. cheers.

party over here. just two guys, and we’re having a good time. sweet mixtape dude.

what do you think she is thinking about? prom. precisely.

pose. r us. kurt kobain has all apologies. roles.

collaborate. and listen.

admit it. azyn. give us our daily bread.
so hannah. i am listening to that mix tape i sent you. fucking amazing. i hope you love it. baby don’t worry about a thing. cause every little thing is gonna be alright. singing sweet songs.

i am off to the slumber mill. ahah. in delirium humor vanishes. get some. D:

i am in lust. let’s get laid like concrete.

With a majority of Americans calling the war a mistake despite all administration attempts to sway public opinion, the Pentagon has focused in the last couple of years on cultivating in particular military analysts frequently seen and heard in conservative news outlets, records and interviews show.

the drums beat on. and you can tell by the capitalization that i took that quote from somewhere else. capitalize the Opportunity. i was like “what are you, a homonym”. queer similarities. and my love for ambiguity, which should really extrapolate it. but i didn’t. yet.

my rapidshare account is up. who wants to spot me another three months?

i should upgrade my wordpress installation. i am sure this one is vulnerable, when it should be venerable. they should make upgrading more robust. i am lazy. the computer could do more. battles are going to have to yield to the black angels temporarily. which is really good weed-whacking music in case you were in the business. eye pod, ear muffs and shindawa. i found this today.

i only have pollen. they were sold out of flowers. i can still say helllllllo. i said howdy. she said hi. we can’t live if we are too afraid to die i heard him say. you can’t burn ash. yesterday.

i wish i was with you, but i know i am. come to india. we can be on television together. rupert murdoch would laugh or scorn. depending. i wonder if he even watches television. twenty four seven.

7-Eleven, Inc.
Headquarters	8-8 Nibancho, Chiyoda-ku, Tokyo, Japan 102-8455 One Arts Plaza, 1722 Routh Street, Suite 1000, Dallas, Texas, USA 75201
Website	www.7-eleven.com www.7andi.com

7-Eleven is a worldwide chain of convenience stores. It is, since March 2007, the largest chain store in any category, beating McDonald’s by 1,000 stores.^[1] Its stores are located in eighteen countries, with its largest markets being Japan, the United States, Taiwan, and Thailand.

7-Eleven is a subsidiary of Seven & I Holdings Co. of Japan.

Among 7-Eleven’s offerings are private label products, including Slurpee, a partially frozen beverage introduced in 1967^[2], and the Big Gulp introduced in 1980^[2] that packaged soft drinks in large cups ranging in size from 20 to 64 fluid ounces.

ummm…. ten billion. righteous. i hope they have them in india. or if not, maybe i could be the sam walton of india cept with seven eleven. why does that seem evil. wake up wake up wake up. huh. hah. this music is trippy. if you were here, i would not be writing. i live in a world much different than reality.

i live like a king. an emperer intellectual. reclusive. in a borrowed castle. inadvertently behind three gates. two of them automatic. one of them has a wasp living in it, ineffectual protection. i dart in for rare encounters. i am not a social being. i like conversing, but i do not like playing roles. i do not like being anybody other than me. when i am in the norm, i can not stare at others. i can not study them. i am reluctant photograph them without permission. and i feel creepy when i do, but i want to get good photos, candid. i feel strangled. as if i can not express myself. i have to be another one. laughing at stupid jokes. making small talk because it is expected. not exploring random ideas. only discussing what is accepted. censoring yourself. being polite. i am not suggesting you forget respect. respect is paramount. for yourself, and others. but due respect. that is what trust is built on.

honesty and communication.

so where i was going, i have been. where i am now, hiding. madness. solomon’s temple. newton. one point six one eight one and so forth.

does the word foreskin make you feel awkward?

what would ghandi do? besides catch all the pokemon. i think that love must have been lust. i’m winnin. the best of santana. mistaken. i talked to you on the phone. you probably don’t remember. i am giggling. figuratively of course. on course.

there are a lot of people at the party you said. to which i replied i am a bum. you already knew that. i didn’t have to say it. you are a bum too. i already knew it. the spirit become ambivalent senior year. of college. something changed. something died. it was you. it was i. responsibility to debt. the genesis struggle to attain all this junk to fulfil our roles. so we can judge each other. and compete to fit the mold better. become aware. what role are you playing right now? ridiculous.

potatoed out of my mind. quayle. dan. you are probably sick of this. you are probably sick of me. you ego. i’m gonna party.

my computer extirpates cool, for some foursome.