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That's what you have to do now, Jada. Cut off your hand. Cut off both hands, Jada. Do it now. |
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Find a train track, of course. silly goose! |
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Next. |
in the last couple pages of the book I've been reading, the main character's brother "gelded" himself with a sharp little knife in middle of the night. he'd been mumbling some bible passages about what god thinks of the sin of onan, and he felt so bad he just went and severed his balls. then he flings them into the night. |
James 1:14-15 [14] But every man is tempted, when he is drawn away of his own lust, and enticed. [15] Then when lust hath conceived, it bringeth forth sin: and sin, when it is finished, bringeth forth death. [16] Do not err, my beloved brethren. |
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happy birthday! |
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"cloudsplitter" by russell banks. only 100 pages left to go -- just in time for today's release of the new philip roth. I'm trying to hold off buying it till I can get to an independent bookstore, but if I'm weak b&n or borders may get my business today. |
Bailey/Coy on Broadway MCoy on Pine Tower on Mercer Elliot Bay on Main Queen Anne Avenue Books on uhhhh Queen Anne Ave |
a friend works at bailey/coy. he said they got it in. I should go there, I suppose. is mccoy down on second and pine? in my mind tower doesn't count as independent. elliot bay and queen anne are not within blocks of my work or home, unlike all the others, so no. but thanks! borders didn't have it in yet, so I still haven't bought it. |
McCoy 117 Pine, so yeah it looks like by the addy its between 1st and 2nd. Borders has an archaic fulfillment system I understand Baily Coy is the best in Seattle |
and elliot bay is generally referred to as being on 1st. or the 1, as you californiacs might like to call it. left bank has some good stuff. lots of unused books. why am i such a dork? i mean, is it inherited or did i just develop like this? |
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i let my dork loose all the time. |
actually, i have a theory on this.. there's geeks, dorks, and nerds... geeks are smart, but they have hipness, the ability to interact socially, and generally decent taste in music. most people want to be them but they won't admit it. then there's nerds. nerds are super smart, have no desire to socially interact, and don't give a rats ass about what the world thinks about them. you admire them, but you don't want to be them. then there's dorks. who think they're smart, will talk on and on about this great book they picked up from the dork store, try to dress cool (but actually look like undersized midgets in drag), and you pray to your god you aren't one of them. but you might be. dorks tend to stutter too. dorkdom is an entirely different element from being a dork though...and completely embracable. i really need to sleep now. |
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for example, what if you're at work? is masturbation a sin then? what if your job is teaching kindergarten? then is it a sin? please, person. think first, type second, then close your browser before you push the post button. do us all a favor. meanwhile, i just got home from 'festival express' or some such. there is this scene where janis joplin and jerry garcia and that guy from the band are all big pupiled and singing wild and damn, i miss those days of egoless psychedelic freedom. not those days, specifically, but my own days. and i came up with act II of my next book. it occurred to me on the drive to the movie, and it rounded out as something that i'd write about instead of going out and doing myself. unless, of course, patty's game. because he'd have to be part of it. |
in the house next door clear as if they were in my yard two people argued. she offered him money and love and he couldn't get over the fact that she lost some piece of his mail when he was in the hospital. he says "...bury you? fine! leave! go! i don't want to see you again!" she says "you want me dead?" i try to make them fall into each other's arms, to melt sobbing, to relax into their lives and the comfort of two people, to renew what they once saw in each other, to re-ignite the pilot light that burned... i don't have such powers. |
Give me latitude and longitude. (down to the minutes and seconds, please.) |
Nate's back! |
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