Wednesday, March 30, 2005

stupid purity test

Rather Experienced
You are 54% pure




My test tracked 1 variable How you compared to other people your age and gender:
You scored higher than 60% on purity
Link: The 100 Point Sexual Purity Test written by ocicat on OkCupid Online Dating

Tuesday, March 29, 2005

Where am I clicking

Week is finally picking up speed. Where is it heading and where it is taking me leaves much to the imagination. Must figure out how to slip in some writing into my daily life. Work is done and so I leave but tommorow it is time to do pen exercises... scribble scribble scribble.

Spring is almost here...

I wish the weather would get it's act together. Please weather person change the tape, this mix is killing me.


Click to view this Picture in Fullsize : Purple Flowers

Wednesday, March 23, 2005

Poem from a Scrap of Paper

lj-mood: awake

Wondering what lurks behind those eyes
So mysterious filled with laughter & sighs
The entire world bounces lightly in your hand
My heart melting into bits of sand

Images dance & blend their message
We sit and await their passage
Magicians clue us in to here & beyond
Stories told from which are souls are bond

the Questions and the answers float in our minds
Som may mystical treasures still to find
You will always dance in my dreams
A subtle touch which seems

To slip away for just a moment...

Tuesday, March 22, 2005

Observations

So last week I'm driving around and pull up behind this yugo. Bumperstickers, just two. But the funny thing was this God Bless the USA sticker. Not funny per se but plastered to a Yugo. What is the deal with bumper stickers? The fascination with bands and other things don't necessarily count here but professing to some wisdom that others just don't get well that is strange.

Professing it in vinyl and glue is something totally different all together. Glue and vinyl should be reserved for special occasions. Love is the drug after all.

Things that go gush

So cute that it makes your spleen leak into your heart. The sweetness that surrounds the car it almost makes you want to puke, note the sense of sarcasm and unwitty play of words. Bugger off. True love is the devil's best friend, pure and simple everytime. Watch it your slipping into song lyrics speaking with tongues thing. Seriously though what is it about the whole dating thing that makes you turn ill. Supposedly you're supposed to feel good for someone but alas it never works that way does it, at least not of late. Keep it inside, keep it secret, seal it in a jar and wait for Ali Babah and his merry fricking thieves to steal it. Go out, have a good time, flaunt your madness is the point. Life is a cornucopia of thrills spills and chills. That and every once in a great while something comes along that's just way tasty.

Anyways, people don't revel in things. Weirdness or otherwise. Be proud of the things you accomplish even if they are just stupid things. Besides if it does make someone gossip or jealous or whatever then hey you did it right, right? Playgrounds are just that, something to play in. Well you can roll around in them late at night with your pants around ankles but that's another story. Bliss like a really good juicy apple that leaves your chin all wet and sticky that is what it's all about. Embrace the good times brothers and sisters and fear nothing.

Monday, March 21, 2005

Scraps of Paper

Hi. See you laer. All in one breath, no pause, no nothing. Just a cute little wave from a cute little girl.

Friday, March 18, 2005

Friday

Does anyone really hold anyone's interest? Spirtuality and time warps swirl in a myriad of color and blissful tranquility. Kind of like listening to Syd Barrett and a mime all at the same time. I really just want to go home. Maybe if they hear keys clicking neural synapses will think, oh he must be working on something. Purpose, meaning, blow it all - half the people at work are dropping out because they're sick. Cough cough, sneeze sneeze, where's the intellect there of well it's not here it's gone home. Mental health days, get better days, it's a day off pure and simple. Next week campus is closed and all the kids go off to where ever even though a good chunk are commuter kids.

Monday, March 07, 2005

Scribbling at the Auto Dealer

lj-mood: amused

Took Madoka in for one of those tuneup/oil change things and scribbled down a bunch of things. So, in no particular order here's some of those notes.

Subaru
spin.com = spin magazine
Jandek
rockabilia.com PC106
Arial Pink's Hunted Graffiti
http://bose.com/soundock Sound dock for the Ipod
http://jbl.com/onstage or http://jbl.com/ontour

Things to do today include taking care of Madoka. Studying for test and work related fun. Fun includes the Pagedale Kids and possibly tai chi. Look to the future, Tai Chi day is approaching, something like April 30th. Why can you end a sentance witha verb but not a preposition? Is that a question or a statement. Who created the English major, that is the age old question but still, who? Are they better than you or I? Are they? With that piece of sheepskin and reputed IQ of 132. Are their IQ points increased with each piece of classic lit they read. Does libido swell and rise with a glance of some forgotten pillow book until their fascinations spill over into this newly created more vivid world.

Does this scribbling/writing improve anything or am I humoring myslef. Women & men, men & women. Tabs & slots, lined up in a bad illustration just waiting to click. Genetic makeups, codeds staring up to a predispotion of bliss. Ample chests that wink and smile. It's really not all that complicated now is it. Fill out the alcholol to air equation and see who wins.

"his days are numbered", the intellegence agent speaks, contimplating his own tribe.

Finances to the third power.

Ah, so. Charlie Chan's revenge, the phrase form our childhoods that pops up breathing like the frito badito or the Chiquita banana. So correct now isn't it. The world that is or is it just this country. So little has changed and yet so much has all the same.

Tuesday, March 01, 2005

New Clients New Day

lj-mood: bored
lj-music: :

shoot for that matter it's a new month... mental note to start planting stuff soon.... nothing better in the world than fresh tomatoes and the only way to get them is to grow them. Dreams of sticky chins and not from that you foul minded freak. anyways as that song goes I must not think bad thoughts, and that is what I shall do. Back to thinking of the two types of people. heaven only knows there are more than that but the whole good versus evil kind of thing but in my head it's never that simple. Actually it's going to be ignore the bastards and move on. So with a smile on my face I leave work to face class and a bigger brighter better world.

Cute Things

Not sure if this is really kawai or not but hey...

Adopt your own useless blob!