Wednesday, June 11, 2003

donut poetry   My love now lapses as the donut collapses this batch is ruined like my love for you get your stuff and go 4:21:07 PM    comment []

	Monday, June 09, 2003

Gord Downie - Battle of the Nudes Christmastime in Toronto   Oh oh yea So this is your number well I just called to say 'hello' I was blurting, you were blurting, we were talking in morse code We just got cut off or disconnected, I dunno but it's Christmastime, Christmastime in Toronto We got this power to generalize when everything explodes the certainty of our unknown, your childrens' unknown you're gonna let us in though you’re technically closed must be Christmastime, Christmastime in Toronto Let's have a toast! To charity, wickedness, dope A toast! To the day after tomorrow Oh oh yea the day after tomorrow You'd like to buy the drink a bar, take us all to the show you're so full of cash tonight, you could buy the Pope you might as well try and get milk from your elbow though it's Christmastime, Christmastime in Toronto With your dark epiphanies, your true lines and smoke your glistening rails and streetcars all aglow "always the wind and the persistent snow gets into your eyes and your mouth and every fold of your coat" (Chekhov) Everyone hates you but they don't know what I know besides, it's Christmastime, Christmastime in Toronto Let's have a toast! To charity, fixedness, hope A toast! To the day after tomorrow Oh oh yea the day after tomorrow 5:23:21 PM    comment []

	Tuesday, May 20, 2003

I'm Greek, Counting sheep is too risky. Complete inability to sleep. Last night I slept for one hour. Today I have slept for two and I am done for the night. In 3 hours I will leave for work where I will spend 12 hours staring at a flickring screen. I went through this about 3 years ago and I hope it doesn't last as long as it did then. 5 months of a few hours of sleep a night. Sometimes less than 10 a week. A million thoughts race in my head though none of them seem important enough to keep me up at night. I don't understand why now. Why after so long? Well I suppose I have all night to think of the answers. 2:13:30 AM    comment []

	Monday, May 19, 2003

Insomnia I can't sleep. And I blame you. 12:41:46 AM    comment []

	Friday, May 16, 2003

Phantom Hits I would just like to state.. for the record *taps mic* that I did not.. have.. sex.. with that woma... no.. I mean, these phantom hits are not me. NOT ME. Thank you.   *rubs back to the mic*   NOT ME! 3:26:30 AM    comment []

Tight White Assholes!!! I checked my page reads a few seconds ago and was interested to discover that "tight white assholes" seems to link here somehow. As if I could go back to bed now. God damn it. 2:37:40 AM    comment []

Mom?? Get outta here!!! 2:30 am. Been awake for about 40 minutes with the memory of my last dream still rattling around in this fat head of mine. Wait.. you want to know what it was you say?? Well... alright. THe background details are unimportant.. I was heading off to a hockey game and I realized at the last second that I had forgotten my hockey stick in my room. So up I go to grab it, and as I am entering my room, an arm SNAKES out of the door right next to my bedroom and wraps itself around my neback/neck. I scream. I turn around. And it's my mom. "What the hell are you doing?!?!" I yell. (You can tell it's a dream cause in real life I don't yell at my mommy.)  She gives me the ole Charlie Brown "Mwomp mwomp womp"  And I wake up unsettled and upset. I have no idea why it's shaken me up like this. At least she wasn't holding out a football for me I suppose. 2:35:20 AM    comment []

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