channeling in:

LISA FRANK POLYCORNS!

but i insist, i must explain!

it happens to be one of those days when i see everybody, including myself, through the wrong end of the telescope.

the reasons for this: last night, approximately 12am, this morning. i recieved a special invitation to move slightly left. while shifting, i felt realized. automatically i decided to catch up, with style, which at any rate is a nasty thing to do. but thats probably junk. ahhh, people are, as i feel, sstalking in and out of my life with considerable frequency,like so many ants. it is annoying. and according to my vague, usually right, insticnts. i must give self liberation a chance. ready go!

a years worth, of work:

"open the windows, it might help out folks"

im looking for a phil to hang out with. a phillip matter of fact.

dictionary.com and its god damn advertisements

Carla,

Dont get mad at me....didnt mean to be mean......was just being sarcastic in my own stupid way......hey i like the way you are, and I want you to remain happy without the lies of course.

Dont get me wrong, I was just spouting a general statement of wishing my daughters to be computer scientist....thats all....has nothing to do with you..

Take it easy.......

got a gotagota gota

dammit

"why the fuck did you pull out that pot inspired rant of yours from SOMA. Sure it was kinda amateurish, but I loved it. Put it back up, hurry... lest i start forgetting you."

oh plus, guess what. tomorrow im going to get started on my mothafukin gluebook, be ready world!

oh , heres some photos from the other night:

"meditations in an emergency"

oh praxis

how i miss you!

not flushing

old buddy talk:

chances are your dreaming of me right now.
ha
im kidding you.
im modest.

topday i checked out the christian mcbride band. location: a small venue in half moon bay
tone: soulfull funk.jazz. hip. lard ass.

it reminded me a lot of imagination. as i was bumping my head for what felt like two days i realized that its best to day dream in this sort of live music funkfull jazz smazz atmosphere. then i started thinking of things to say to people. *up down up down clap snap wooo.

ok so i thought of this: hey?
(they look) hi, me again.
wait wait let me type this better

me: hey?
(they look)
me:hi
it:can i i tell you that im using the magic eraser ?
me:can i tell you that im burning the ice berg?
look can i quote everything you say
it:sure
it sucks i really want to be with you
me:ok im ready
it:ready for what
me:i dont know
what cha think
it:about what
me:about me being ready
it:im actually getting really annoyed




So I was interviewing this girl and had to ask her this question: how many golf balls can fit in a boeing 747. Mind you, she had 10 minutes to arrive at this answer mathematically without wikipedia or anything else.
Guess what, the poor girl gave me that look you always give me, you know the llama in a headlight look. It reminded me of your face. Suffice to say, I lost my cold composure and laughed my ass off. Thanks a lot kiddo. I was suppose to play the bad cop.

Here's me poking your chubby cheeks "bing"

KW

connecting creative minds across the universe

shit outta luck, like a penny.

im sorry about your keyboard