| Mnemosyne
is fleeting. .. What do the Books say? .. The slight and short of it
:::
22-23 Saturday
and Sunday.
Arthur I have
not forgotten. The body Nothing. Recovery from taxation. A Thousand's slow
Restoration. The natural state of being. Assaulted by the mundane from
all sides, from behind and below. The Pooka connects, in midst of this
Hope corporeal functions bother. The wu-jen rent asunder, but nearing completion.
Her charm keeps me strong. Helps make things a little better.
24 Monday.
SCANNING down.
There is no
Gray that can withstand sunlight. Heaven brings the Lost back to its fold,
and earliest order is The
Accordance. I have nothing Further.
What does
the day bring us? Too early for contemplation. The word is out. Whether
singularity or severance, the Host does not yet grant Vision.
Joe Gray.
Sad Sad progression. Grinding halt. Flying Monkey squad. Three Stooges
on ABC. ..We are DOOMED. Doomed, I say. No sleep. No eat. Tossing and turning.
((( What
day after ? )))
25 Tuesday.
SCANNING down. Trying
to keep the straightest face on. Well, nothing changes. Life stops in the
middle.
Beau's Changeling
site airs, and plus Janeen & Vanessa of Jenko Studios (: /omus | /undine
pages. Not too much done. High*light: Jannie sez a quick hello :)
Bart calls,
after a week plus. Nothing new. Wtf. ..Not a whole lot. A veggie sub for
lunch ?!? Tyler's having
a field day with this one.
26 Mittwoch.
SCANNING down. Worked all day on Communion:
In Nomine, which follows along the lines of The
Book Unopened and Black
Tape.
Three strikes
you're f^ckin* OUT.
27 Thursday
::: 8PM. a Group Art Show @ the Woman's Club of Evanston. 1702 Chicago
Ave (Across from Whole Foods) with Shri Pauli.
(Oracle :
"All in all it was a helluva week.") 28 Friday ::: "This too, shall
Pass.". .. Well, how I wish it were Friday already.
What is
quicktime chronos ? Some kinda gizmo for time travel? The mystical fount
of all precognition?
Nope. Just
another user-friendly feature, brought to you by the lowfat grumpy nockers
@ Zero Sum.
28 29
30 like little ants marching... Underway
- some serious apartment hunting in the city. Keep your fingers crossed
!
A little
under forty Sleeps, like what we used to say when we were kids. How
my favorite bosthoon duo say "The Future, Conan?" "Yes, friend-for-Life,
the Future." |
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