<$BlogRSDUrl$>

Wednesday, May 18, 2005

I am getting cryptic emails

they seem like code for something, like crop circles

they are just randomly selected words and sentence fragments

an example, from someone named Gerardo Vickers:

"Tomb Raider cookie recipies which one? Asain Verizon strike in 1839 investigate blackouts as far as I know investigate teletubbies Paris. Movies? I'm terribly sorry, don't go that way in 1994/ and if Dreamcast then i'm with you internet i'll call back. Cheer Up! Moon Landing Harley Davidson New Year Winamp. "

I decide to crash my motorcycle on the same stretch of highway where the fucking road turns really suddenly on the third island in Grand Theft Auto: San Andreas for a few hours to forget about emails like these. Logan gets a walk.

And then i see paul has written.



Z luap: i keep telling myself
Z luap: i dont have gabes number anymore
Z luap: since i lost my phone
Z luap: and then i see some numbers on gabes profile
Z luap: and i think
Z luap: ahh whatever
Z luap: ill call a little later
Z luap: ill call a little later
Z luap: and then i call
Z luap: and hes passed out on the couch
Z luap: knee deep in logan hair
Z luap: wondering where the suckiness began
Z luap: and then realizing
Z luap: the suckiness was always there
Z luap: deep inside his heart
Z luap: and metaphors
Z luap: and alliteration
Z luap: and symbology
Z luap: and imagery
Z luap: and AMERICA
Z luap: logan crying freedom on a sunlite balcony
Z luap: power lines emerge
Z luap: 40's clank on the side walk below
Z luap: is the chicken on the floor
Z luap: no, its leftover steak
Z luap: all mixed together with acid and bile
Z luap: i havent puked since sometime last year
Z luap: in the fall
Z luap: or maybe mid autumn
Z luap: the hiss of the stereo turns my head to the corner of the room
Z luap: i have become what i feared
Z luap: a giant vagina
Z luap: gaping wide and smelling of jones beach at low tide
Z luap: a huge smelly vagina
Z luap: the end
Z luap: PUBLISH THAT SHIT BIATCH


tommorow will be sunny and 81 degrees...

This page is powered by Blogger. Isn't yours?