Friday

HILLO HERE IS A MUSIC SONG I HEARD
I HOPE YOU LYKE IT

shades of purple mainlyyyyyy
the clarity and sharpness too,,,,,
,while the mountains just push right through
herds of elk to RETURN TO THE PLAINS
plainly sky shades blue
endlessly mountains they PLANE TOWARD THE SKY
endlessly plains parallel sky
illusory they APPEAR TO ME
illusory at points horize
but no points exist
no point exists,,,
.../..//../././.
sunrise/sunset etc etc etc
w/e

Monday

dreamz

dreams gathered in stone sleep on grant's uncomfortable love seat:
i'm in high school, taking a class in native american physical education. this consists of dancing in a circle around a fire and shaking a spear. may or may not be wearing a feathered headdress. leader then commands all 'gingers' to leave, and i know that this includes me. jake c also leaves. we go to the locker room and put on p.e. type clothes, though we are unsure whether we should do this, because the class seems almost over. in the locker room also are a girl with her ears split--they look as if they have been vertically sliced halfway through and allowed to heal--and a girl who is momentarily lindsay w. w tells the other girl a story about throwing acid in another girl's face, and how her face wrinkled or something from it; ear girl is not impressed. we put our original clothes back on and go outside, where sean william scott indicates that he was chosen to be captain of the dodgeball team, the first dodgeball team the school has ever had. i wonder why sws is in high school and think that he probably only was made captain because he's like 30. he declares that there is only one spot left open on the team and that a tournament will be held to decide who gets it. i decide to enter, look down, and my yellow converse have turned green.

thoughts: do you think laptops cause infertility? does it only apply to men? is it the heat in your lap? or electromagnetic waves? radiation?

Saturday

"All flesh is like grass," the Jesus-freak policeman intoned. "Like low-grade roachweed most likely. Unto us a child is born, unto us a hit is given. The crooked shall be made straight and the straight loaded."
"Do you have a joint?" Jason asked him.
"No, I've run out."