April 27, 2005

. . .

Posted by dean at 11:05 PM

April 26, 2005

A Really Troubling Feeling.

I was going through the stack to find a remix disc and, with a metal pail of nail-clippers, she hard-pinched the top of my left leg, cutting it so I'd pay attention.

Posted by dean at 04:21 AM

April 24, 2005

Tyler, About 6 Years Old, Of Maryland, Stood At The Microphone In His Jedi Knight Outfit.

But instead of asking Lucas a question, he paused, and only said, "Thank you."
Wave-Three

Posted by dean at 06:02 PM

April 23, 2005

Owed Dew Within, Page 186.

If you don't care about something, one way to demonstrate your feelings is to say the word and then repeat the word with the letters S-C-H-M replacing the real first letters.

Posted by dean at 06:17 PM

April 19, 2005

. . .

Posted by dean at 09:57 PM

April 18, 2005

Ink-marked With A Morr Label Logo, My Nail Pointed To The Bridge-Spot Where We Would Hang The Boxes And The Bodies.

And I said, "I can't use national mail after this," with a face that wasn't listening to what I'd wanted to say.

Posted by dean at 11:51 PM

April 17, 2005

. . .

Posted by dean at 02:23 PM

April 07, 2005

SALIV, Page 118.

"I am programmed to self-destruct," he said.

"The button has been pressed."

Posted by dean at 04:58 PM

April 02, 2005

. . .

Posted by dean at 07:07 PM

On A Home-Beaten Blood-Red Bus, Saul, Big Dish, And Orangutan Mike Bombed Down The West Seattle Bridge.

Sixteen crates of art-store scalpels, three bad-damaged knees, and one barely new idea.

Posted by dean at 01:34 AM

April 01, 2005

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Posted by dean at 06:47 PM

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