C...
i feel it too sometimes.
Q...
all you can do is stop thinking.
Q...
there is a difference between losing yourself and stopping yourself.
C...
can it?
Q...
in truth, I never think anymore.
Q...
no, i'm not afraid. What should I fear in it?
Q...
Yes I suppose I do fear that. But it is very reasonable to ignore that.
C...
We all make sacrifices.

rediscover myself. rework fireworks. readmit the admission that i'm missing from action. falsetto long note. moved by the chorus. disrobed animal wearing the channels of our brain flicking. don't flinch. don't move. don't speak like you mean it. disassociation relocates a compassion to the hidden seams. tucked in babysitter. here for the long haul. uncontested defensive questions wrecking my pensive letters. decent meat meant for someone other than me. busted out to break down. whole town spectacle. known for this moment. should have stayed wrung out. water frigid. forgot to swim. drowning. i'm...

potential is a shadow. it can never be reached. because potential is the ambiguity of always knowing you could always be better.

your eyes will have images beemed directly into them to create true 3-d. and also to incorporate 3-d images into your natural vision such as GPS arrows.
http://www.hitl.washington.edu/home/

there is a remote control car you can buy with a night vision camera attached to it that you can control and follow with a viewing screen next to your eye.

there is a whole fleet of cars right now that get 4 miles less per gallon than the original model T ford.


yay, technology magazines

the latest

the almost latest one.

what am i saying

'what if people got everything they expect, what becomes of hope, i bet she's a nervous wreck'

-7M3

Reclamation 2006

I'm taking back the following:
(note: everything i'm reclaiming is not exclusive to this list.)

from devil...
-my soul (it was a figure of speech)
from pretty girl...
-my heart (you have too many)
from Wesley Snipes...
-my shoes
from Wesley Willis...
-my guitar pick(i don't care if you're dead)
from Brian...
-my sandwish(kinda like a sandwhich)
from Shawna...
-my key(i'm still standing outside)
from Alison...
-my tastebuds(they may be small, but they're still important to me)
From Naomi...
-those 5 minutes
From Melissa...
-that nude painting of Elvis
From Joe...
-that one dance move...
From Josh...
-my film script about my life
From Doug...
-53 cents and half a timbit
from supersexysally...
-my e-mail address
From traffic...
-my patience
From Andria...
- my sense of direction
From Tia...
- my half chewed pen... and my good idea
From Brad...
- my ethnic status
From Noah...
-my rice krispies
From My mom...
-my placenta
From My dad...
-my manners
My sister...
- first dibs
From myself...
my life

Istvan Kantor and his cronies went to the AGO for the warhol exhibit. he splayed fake blood and did a crucifix pose, his cronies got naked on the floor and masturbated. the gallery was closed for 2 hours. Kantor was charged. that happened to not be the day i went to see andy. everything was very calm as typified by museums and $18 was far too much for this exhibit(or most any exhibit). Istvan Kantor and his cronies paid to get in. luckily i did not.

q: what's the next project you're working on?
Andy Warhola: Death

'Game? He was just trying to regain a little balance. But she saw a game, and that meant he could lose. Was likely to, since he had no idea what the game was. Why did women always make things so...complicated?'

-pg.193 of the book i'm reading

some people say that you should improve your weasal words... weasal words

'Would you like a shake of the rump rump to shake up thee ol' aids miss. Well I do say, jolly good show. More for both me and you miss, me and you.'

'i've never discovered the use for your name until now. and now i cannot get it out of my head .'

-Post Facto(1961)

inspired to draw people. i started here...

you're next...

'i didn't think it would turn out like this'
-The Other Guy(1984)

ever since that day that i changed my mind, i changed it again a million times. rewound and found i changed it again for fun. nothing mattered anymore than i thought it might have. and one decision leads to another and creates another to lead to the first. like a circular racetrack i remained ahead of the pack standing pat if i just thought hard enough.

i will do what i shouldn't to better understand what i should. and i will make lame excuses to excuse myself from what i could

my thoughts are rarely new rather they mostly inhabit rewording or rethinking old thoughts.