What a dusty cell. Wash it down. Got them to turn your power back on. Cuss yo.
My bad,
GK
12.12.2012
A binute
Jane,
What a dusty cell. Wash it down. Got them to turn your power back on. Cuss yo.
My bad,
GK
What a dusty cell. Wash it down. Got them to turn your power back on. Cuss yo.
My bad,
GK
7.09.2012
Boiling Beams
Jane,
People getting cooked up in this summer heat. Everyone is offin layers getting ready to do some online shopping in the bones. Catch a live webcam broadcast of the sun slicing a line into a hefty stretch of asphalt. Racking up hits. Getting mad tick. Ain't mad about it.
1<3. GK
People getting cooked up in this summer heat. Everyone is offin layers getting ready to do some online shopping in the bones. Catch a live webcam broadcast of the sun slicing a line into a hefty stretch of asphalt. Racking up hits. Getting mad tick. Ain't mad about it.
1<3. GK
6.16.2012
Fossus List
New discoveries! I mean like impressive, unbelievable discoveries. Efforts include swabbing door handles for the progressive building of microcolonies, redirecting lightning to hit food that had turned to rock in the microwave (a.k.a. 'the forever lights'), finding people sleeping outside to build a house around, etc. I can get behind some of it, but not all of it. I'll start to feel uncomfortable and want to scoot out. I cannot process a freestanding shadow in the dark without a caster and that's what they wanted to show me next. Well they also wanted to show me the sporty 'escape' car that they dug the hole for.
Beginning,
GK
Beginning,
GK
4.30.2012
Party Planner
Jane,
What a commitment to be so around people who are always so around. They are nice ones though. See, there's an extra room to stay in, sleep and wonder about whoever is up in that sealed room and why they are all unseen and goatee-ish, all robed up too. I am thinking that they would introduce themselves all roundabout, using words like 'exbutcher', saying how they are 'for the dark arts in netocracy' and that they 'don't eat all that ground growing stuff'. That's what being in the room is about though, saying hello to a certain amount of projected expectations and knowing to stop birthing them as soon as the room loses its elbow room.
Tardiness too.
Best,
GK
What a commitment to be so around people who are always so around. They are nice ones though. See, there's an extra room to stay in, sleep and wonder about whoever is up in that sealed room and why they are all unseen and goatee-ish, all robed up too. I am thinking that they would introduce themselves all roundabout, using words like 'exbutcher', saying how they are 'for the dark arts in netocracy' and that they 'don't eat all that ground growing stuff'. That's what being in the room is about though, saying hello to a certain amount of projected expectations and knowing to stop birthing them as soon as the room loses its elbow room.
Tardiness too.
Best,
GK
3.16.2012
Remember me Browsers
People will straight brag about some things. The truth is I do care about the stairs, elevators, and ropes as well as what these things can be made out of. An apparatus made of wet wafers may be climbable, but one couldn't help but envy the folks with the real ropes. The elevators made of mercury with buttons that go to places like the genius bar at the mac store, and places that benefit from having an annual membership, and the occupants do.
There was an instance that could lure people out of the pity party. It is that lecture given by the building that had been smushed. That thing opened up its eyes and mouthed out a percussive dialect that simply implied itself to sew a cable of gold by translating a tangled nest of discarded whiskers. This isn't going down the 'rose that grew from concrete' road. This is more like being dragged backwards through the plastic flaps behind the waterfall, down and out the other end into the glow of representational precious metals. Good proposals stack up there.
Best,
GK
There was an instance that could lure people out of the pity party. It is that lecture given by the building that had been smushed. That thing opened up its eyes and mouthed out a percussive dialect that simply implied itself to sew a cable of gold by translating a tangled nest of discarded whiskers. This isn't going down the 'rose that grew from concrete' road. This is more like being dragged backwards through the plastic flaps behind the waterfall, down and out the other end into the glow of representational precious metals. Good proposals stack up there.
Best,
GK
2.27.2012
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