| THIS IS A READ-ONLY ARCHIVE FROM THE SORABJI.COM MESSAGE BOARDS (1995-2016). |
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when they're on the boards at the same time, are being written by the ghost of samuel beckett. it's why i keep coming back to sorabji. got myself into a financial jam. i don't want to go into details, but it's going to be a real adventure saving my ass. |
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So was the pickle eternally turgid and dill? Or was it a sweet gherkin? It's only money Droop, not worth worrying over. |
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dreams as well. Two Terminator style cyborgs were fighting it out in an apartment I was living in at the top of a skyscraper. I was trying to get my family out of the way. I got everybody out but my dad couldn't hear me and was trying to go back in to the apartment. |
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hamilton pool. we went to a thai place and saw kat edmonson perform at the paramount theater. this was saturday night. sunday i was at the farm house. drank a lot of wine. went to bed early, for me: about midnight. woke up at 5:30 am; it was still dark. i found a copy of "tarzan of the apes" and started reading it. i got to a chapter where, simultaneously, tarzan is fighting a leapord and jane is being attacked by a lion. the farm is adjacent to the austin zoo, and the moment i started reading this the lions started roaring in the distance. i've worked at a zoo; i know how loud those bastards are. i finished the chapter and turned over to sleep, again. i had a dream that i've been having for several weeks, now. it's about a website that is supposed to be somehow affiliated with santeria, the carribean religion. everybody on the website is white, though. and it all looks like grainy footage from the seventies. but it's disturbing how graphic everything is. like a guy actually getting his feet crushed to a pulp. and worse, but i don't want to dream about it anymore. |