My perfect day
My perfect day would be following Jason around and flicking him in the ear every time he tries to eat something.
posted by Monstro D. Whale at
7:30 PM
Saturday, January 15, 2005
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- Name: Monstro D. Whale
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"Behind the intials was a metaphor, a delirium tremens, a trembling unfurrowing of the mind's plowshare. The saint whose water can light lamps, the clairovoyant whose lapse in recall is the breath of God, the true paranoid for whom all is organized in spheres joyful or threatening about the central pulse of himself, the dreamer whose puns probe ancient fetid shafts and tunnels of truth all act in the same special relevance to the word, or whatever it is the word is there, buffering, to protect us from." Pynchon, The Crying of Lot 49
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1 Comments:
Hmmmmmnnnn. Sounds like a pretty crappy perfect day for you, and not incidently, Jason as well. Couldn't you have been a little more specific as to locale? Like in the middle of one of Jason's classes as he is teaching, or perhaps at a Nascar race? How about somewhere warm and sunny like a beach in Tahiti? And as long as we are signing up for all this can I be the designated guy who points and laughs when it happens?
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