Month: September 2004

But under the circumstances, I’d do it again. Suddenly, he disappeared. I’d thought it was sad to hate the forest the way she’d done. What is the answer?

Love what you do and do what you love Just tell me your answer, even if it sucks. I wished so deeply for the change to come about. I’d thought it was sad to hate the forest the way she’d done.

I was just thinking. I’d thought it was sad to hate the forest the way she’d done. Thick walls are important. This is what I like, I’d tell myself.

There’s something I should tell you. I’d thought it was sad to hate the forest the way she’d done. He wanted to know more. That could well be the answer. What are we going to do tonight? I asked.

Our late costumer.

File under WHATEVER

Dear Friend,

I would respectfully like to intimate you with

certain facts that I believe would be of interest

to you regarding our late costumer- who died along

with his entire family in plane crash of 31st

October,1999 on board the Egyptian Airline 990

alonside other passengers.

In the field of private banking, opening an account

with us means no one will know of its existence,

accounts are rarely held under a name; depositors

use numbers and codes to make the accounts

anonymous. This bank also gives the choice to

depositors of having their mail sent to them or

held at the bank itself, ensuring that there are no

traces of the account.Private banking clients apart

from not nominating next of kin also usually in

most cases leave Wills in our care.

I am contacting you on this, because I came accross

your details as a possible

relative of the deceased.Though I know that a

subject of this magnitude will make anyone

apprehensive and worried.The deceased happens to

share the same last name with you.

If you are familiar with private banking affairs,

those who patronize our services usually prefer

anonymity but also some levels of detachment from

conventional processes. In his bio-data form, he

listed no next of kin.Although,In line with our

internal processes for account holders who have

passed away,we do institute our own investigations

in good faith to determine who should have right to

such claims.

I do not want any direct official link between you

and I for now untill further notice. My official

lines are not secure lines as they are periodically

monitored to assess our level of customer care in

line with our Total Quality Management Policy.

Please observe this instruction religiously.

Acknowledge receipt of this message for a way

forward with the following:

1.) Your full names:

2.) Your detialed contact address

3.) Private Telephone and fax numbers

I await to hear from you.

Regards,

Mr. Amos Jones

This is what I like, I’d tell myself. I’d thought it was sad to hate the forest the way she’d done. Suddenly, he disappeared. Thick walls are important.

Just tell me your answer, even if it sucks. I was just thinking. I can never describe the walk back to my truck. I wished so deeply for the change to come about.

I’ll tell you what happened next. It was cold and sweet. It was cold and sweet. There were many examples of animals all around.

Hi, I said to all the animals. The same thing we do every night, he replied. The same thing we do every night, he replied. Can you tell me the answer? she asked. I don’t know how he found that place.

Subtle jumps the prison, connecting the viscous goods to the giorno patriot.

It’s Twinkie Toy.

Sentenced with life, j’assassine sbadiglia. Nam is old news: a customer to align is always sull’allerta.

A law of bully between into force: The character United States.

It tested to loosen to him because of its state ipoglicemico.

Official sprinkled our hands with Windex and then it has them frigates to remove the dirtiness of the pillar.

It not seemed rhyme or justifies for quo’il was called processed.” ; “being;

When the voters flicker, the pols they make the more defective.

Defective Vlad, for mathematics mortals, now judgment terror, appears of found fraud.

Malvagità Reside: Apocalypse.

Vanity right without a shovel.

This qu odor of can’t you can kill them.

Dell’Impero turkeys. Melate Enormous.

Mme. Adler’s Gefilte Fish.

The square root of sinful.

Pint luminous of soft red raspberries dell’oro and the yellow color.

Bath bwush your teeth pwetty.

The boyfriends they can be like that l’Uh-OH, it’s a social condition of zone grigia.

International d’amnistie of bet of I’ll it would like to feeld’un adolescent who’s forced to make its own laundry.

Presupposed J’ai that yours it arranges nervous would compromise.

It’s as each barretta of me measures to each hole in this large insane glove we name the world comfortably.

Coatings romp and for concluding, double dive.

Laugher is victory in oneself.

With the still rough emotions, the receipts in.

Squeaked on, Hellboy.

Subtle L’erede jumps the prison, connecting the viscous goods to the giorno patriot. It’s Twinkie Toy. Sentenced with life, j’assassine sbadiglia. Nam is old news: a customer to align is always sull’allerta. A law of bully between into force: The character United States militants downtown 3. It tested to loosen to him polsini because of its state ipoglicemico. Official sprinkled our hands with Windex and then it has them frigates to remove the dirtiness of the pillar. It n’a not seemed rhyme or justifies for quo’il was called processed.” ; “being; When the voters flicker, the pols they make their the more defective. Defective Vlad, for mathematics mortals, now judgment terror, appears of found fraud. Malvagità Reside: Apocalypse. Vanity right without a shovel. This qu odor of can’t you can kill them. Dell’Impero turkeys. Melate Enormous. M.me Adler’s Gefilte Fish. The square root of sinful. Pint luminous of soft red raspberries dell’oro and the yellow color. Bath bwush your teeth pwetty. The boyfriends they can be like that l’Uh-OH, it’s a social condition of zone grigia. International d’amnistie of bet of I’ll it would like to feeld’un adolescent who’s forced to make its its laundry. Presupposed J’ai that yours it arranges nervous would compromise. It’s as each barretta of me measures to each hole in this large insane glove we name the world comfortably. Coatings romp and for concluding, double dive. Laugher is victory in oneself. With the still rough emotions, the receipts in. Squeaked on, Hellboy.

Stephanie’s blog disappeared — I’m guessing as a result of all the nasty spam in her comments?

Stephanie, we need your blog. Why not just block all comments or turn off the comments feature for a while?

Although, I do have to admit. “son fucks mother”, “beast sex”, and “gay incest” don’t seem totally uninteresting. Why, just think of it as a Kathy Acker novel!

Call THIS a Tribute?

Thin heir skips prison, linking tacky goods to Patriot Day.

It’s a Twinkie Toy. Sentenced to life, killer yawns. Nam

is old news.: a true shopper is always on the lookout.

A bully law takes effect: US batters militants in 3 cities.

She was trying to loosen her cuffs because of her hypoglycemic

condition. An officer sprayed our hands with Windex

and then scrubbed them to take off the pier dirt.

There seemed no rhyme or reason for what was called

“being processed.” When voters blink, pols do their worst.

Bad Vlad, deadly math, condemn terror now, fraud figure

found. Resident Evil: Apocalypse.. Vanity Fair without

a paddle. What you can’t smell can kill you. Empire Turkeys.

Jumbo Honeydews. Mrs. Adler’s Gefilte Fish. The square root

of sinful. Bright pints of sweet red yellow and gold raspberries.

Wets bwush your pwetty teeth. Boyfriends can be like that. Uh-

oh, it’s a gray area social situation. I’ll bet Amnesty International

would love to hear from a teenager who’s forced to do his own laundry.

I assumed your nervous system would be compromised. It’s like every

finger of me fits snugly into every hole in this big crazy glove we call

the world. Romp finishes and finally, double dip. Laugher is victory

in itself. With emotions still raw, cash in. Streak over, Hellboy.

A day of oblivion and denial!

Adam Gopnik, in the new New Yorker, in a review of Stephen Greenblatt’s new biography of Shakespeare:

Whatever our official pieties, deep down we still believe in lives. The sternest formalists are the loudest gossips, and if you ask a cultural-studies maven who believes in nothing but collective forces and class determinisms how she came to believe this doctrine, she will begin to tell you, eagerly, the story of her life.

yep.