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its actually almost like abstract poetic genius...I like the part about "destroy satisfied bird" and the ending is great "exciting profession bread living" I think what we all hope for in life is an exciting profession bread living.

The best of the best of the best of the best

When I was a kid we used to go the A&P to get our groceries...they had a really weird system there. You would go the check out and ring all your stuff in and they would put it in bags then in baskets (about the size of recycling bins) which had numbers on them they would then give you a tag with the corresponding number and then put all your baskets on a conveyer belt and you would to and get your car and pull up to the front of the store and then you would hand someone your tag and they would fill your trunk with your groceries (because the conveyer belt let to outside).
Sometimes, not very often but sometimes the guy filling the trunk would screw up and mix up 2 peoples baskets so we would get home and find a few bags of other peoples things...some people would raise a huge fuss about this but it was always pretty exciting as a kid and getting to taste a sample of how other people lived...we never really had any frills in our regular shopping items so it we always seemed to trade up. the grocery store tales pt. 2

get in the swing

I was watching TV today and they were interviewing one of the doctors who successfully removed the Egyptian conjoined twins...the surgery took more than 12 hours ( I cant really remember but it was a long process) anyway the surgeon being interviewed made it clear that he believed that a higher power was at work when they
were performing the surgery as if their hands were being guided by God....I hate to be such a skeptic but by that logic it was Gods original plan to have created the conjoined twins. Why would God step in when they were performing the surgery if he created the twins in the first place?? That being said it is amazing that both of the kids survived after the unprecedented surgery.

Watching the tele till all hours

When I heard that Munch's "the Scream" had been stolen I thought 2 things.... 1. I'm glad that I got to see it in person (in 1997) 2. Why wouldn't those bastards let me take a picture of it when I did see it. The painting may never be recovered and I had a chance to take a photo of it but the fuckers at the museum wouldn't let me, even after I said that I wouldn't use a flash. Its ridiculous that they worried so much about photos being taken but yet the security was lax enough for 2 dudes to walk into the museum and pull it off the wall.

hollow teeth spread empty words

I just finished watching the 1962 version of "Day of the Triffids" and the story is pretty much 100% different than the book, which is actually probably a good thing seeing as most adaptations turn out rather poorly in comparison after reading the novel. The only things about the story they kept were the fact that a meteor shower blinds everyone on earth and that there are flesh eating plants called triffids. I didn't mind it but I still preferred the book ( but when the hell isn't that the case.

Humans probably aren't supposed to live as long as we do, I think if we were we would grow a third (and possibly forth and fifth) set of teeth at some point. It doesn't make sense that our first set of teeth last us 8 years and then the next set are supposed to last the next 60. I keep wanting to say "pair" of teeth but that definitely isn't right.

The other day while in the supermarket an old man with about 10 items let me ahead of him when I had 2 items, I said "are you sure" and he said "sure I don't have anywhere to be". This made me happy and Karmacly balanced out my experiences with old men and line ups, because about a year ago while waiting in line for coffee an old man butted in front of me. I was furious, I wanted to scream at the top of my lungs what an injustice it was. I wanted to say "WHAT THE FUCK YOU OLD BASTARD, IM IN A RUSH ON MY WAY TO WORK AND YOU PUSH IN FRONT OF ME, YOU DON'T HAVE ANYWHERE TO BE UNTIL YOUR MEETING WITH ST. PETER TO JUDGE YOUR LIFE". I held in my anger that day ( it was also 2 days after I had quit smoking so I was pretty fucking edgy) but in the end everything is balanced out. I guess the moral of the story is some old men are kind and some are big selfish dickholes, actually I shouldn't really separate old people from everyone else because the same applies for everyone. Big selfish dickholes get old too.

S.F. Sorrow is Born

Summer of 1967 three records are recorded at Abbey Road Studios by Norman Smith.
They are:
Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Heart's Club Band by The Beatles
Piper At the Gates of Dawn by The Pink Floyd
and
S.F. Sorrow by the Pretty Things.

Until now I hadn't heard the Pretty Things but holy shit they are the missing link. It has a lot of the spirit and vibe of Sgt. Pepper and Piper, but stands on its own. I find it strange that the Pretty things (out of all these 3) are relatively unheard of. I'll have to look into it and find out why.

some redundancy

Sometimes coincidences happen that are way too bizarre to be random, either that or I just had a really strange day .

for the past 5 minutes I've been trying to figure out a way to explain this story and it wont work out right so I will have to paint the scene with an abstract brush.

cafe-->bar
outstanding warrant-->12 o'clock news
bar-->cafe


fuck it...I'm tired.

Today's the 4th of July another June has gone by and when they light up our town I just think what a waste of gunpower and sky

Today I wish I was Greek. Greek with a mild gambling problem. Going into the Euro Cup the odds on Greece were 80 to 1. So if I would have dropped say 100 thousand dollars at the beginning of it all I would have 8 million dollars. Even this last game the odds against Greece were 11 to 1.

Good Time is here again. Good Time ran away last week. Good Time came back. Good Time Seems wary of this house. Good Time was born at the old house. Good Time looked like a mouse when he was born. Good Time hid behind the furnace and cried all day yesterday. Good Time hid under my bed and cried all day today. Good Time hasn't been eating. Good Time is the name of my cat. I think Good Time can see ghosts.

I think cats in general can see ghosts. They definitely seem to be watching things move that us humans cant see. They do have much better night vision than us so maybe they have some kinda infared thing going on.

Catch a bright star and place it on your forehead, say a few spells...

Where to begin holy crap.....

The news story today about the friendly dog that stop the killing spree still floors me. In case you haven't heard a man from New Brunswick drove to Toronto and went to a park with the intention of going on a killing rampage, but while at the park a dog ran up to him and started playing with him. Apparently the man was an animal lover (more-so than a human lover I guess) and he thought that if there was such a nice dog in the neighborhood that the people must also be nice so he turned himself into the first police officer he saw. They found multiple guns with over 6000 rounds of ammunition along with knives and a machete. He was going to just kill people at random.
The dog should get his own tv show where he roams around from town to town and fixes problems (pretty brilliant idea for a show) I've got a song for it too.... there's a voice that keeps on calling me, on the road that's where I'll always be... the show should be called "the dog that stopped a massacre".
In all seriousness though this case with the dog is the 3rd thing that makes me believe in a higher power.

I read the book "All Day Breakfast" by: Valerie Joy Kalynchuk the other day it was a really good little book. Much love to my sister who bought it for me.