oh       . that dot's
   on my screen,not
       on the page.

i can do 9, you cannot do 13, i dare you!


i can do 2 or 9, but none between.


yes, but I can do a thousand...



fucked that cuttlefish up, yo. warble in the night, my ass.
cuttlefish fall like rain, yo.
nothing but wet wet glider props
and then your lip cropped on me from night to day
and I've only got one thing to say
you know your daddy must of married his first cousin
and guys like you are a DIME A DOZEN
If you had ordered it, I would have killed a nun with a broomstick.
(a huge bunch of balloons arrives at the office for S., from her boyfriend, just because he knows she likes balloons)

"Let's all suck helium and answer the phones." -M.



That Eskimo girl (yeah, I know the proper term) that wouldn't go to bed with me a year ago just e-mailed me a marriage proposal. You know what it is, of course; she'd rather be out of her amauti and niurariak and in sunny Southern California every bit as much as I wish I were in a kayak on Koojesse Inlet. When dancing with a polar bear, don't bow your head, says I... thank you very much.
dall believe cuttlefish anglerfish divine; eagles fly giddily homeward in joy, keeping little memory, near oblivion, preferring quiescent rapturous silence to unbecoming vibrations with xylophones, yakhorns, zithers.

my DVDs stay at the beginning, because that's how they rewind.
Help!

Do you think they don't know?