hello turkish delight lovers, I was going to go on and on about political and social injustice, but instead I will tell you the word of the day according to Merriam-Webster Inc. (of dictionary fame). It is: morass -- something that traps, confuses, or impedes. Good god, now m-w has gotten into my brain. But my brain pronounced it "more-ass" b/c my brain is a sick fuck and finds such things funny. oooh, I blame this all (the swearing, the lame jokes, etc.) on having just watched Dogma, the new k. smith movie. hmmm. *somebody's* read too many comic books... but it did have some good lines. i will have to let it sink in a bit more, i suppose. Anyway, words are lovely things no matter what you do to them. In fact, they are better when you do things to them. But you certainly won't win at scrabble, oh no. Scrabble isn't about words, it's about winning and when things are about winning, they are not about meaning and feeling words in your mouth. generalizations are dangerous. lizations cause infections. generals cause swollen glands and bus accidents. i wrote a poem on a dog biscuit. then the poetry cochroach ate it. maybe i should just change my style. Oh yes, i've caught up with the times and discovered Galaxie 500. Soon I will discover other amazing things, like antibiotics and pocky. Ah, but oh, wow, what was I doing with myself when galaxie 500 was around other than not realizing their existence? I was young, I went to school dances, I listened to a.m. morning radio. All the right things at the right times in the right places, hmm. I...don't...know. oh wait, i'm not this weird at all, you know. Just the other day i was walking home from work and composing quite a sane message to you. And then I thought, I will never remember this, and then i thought, aren't you're talking to yourself really, and it all went down hill from there and, hence, this. Funny thing was, I was actually walking downhill at the time... All this millennium/willenium/thrillenium talk is causing small seizures in my elbows. I too plan on having a few good decades of fun and pleasure and outrageous notoriety and then (like a smart smart person on this list has said) I too plan on being dead for a good bit of the selenium, thanks. Or maybe by that time I will have grown the massive ego necessary to have myself frozen for the benefit of future generations. Ha. Conversation btwn old barely-thawed me and a future person: Future person: "So, I'm talking to you via telepathy, isn't that interesting and different?" Me: --- Future person: "Ha ha, you suck." Me: --- Our time is now... I'm walking here! I watched midnight cowboy the other night. a great film. I am thankful for what I have, which includes heat and food. Unfortunately, my landlady is a little nuts (aren't they all? I think they are) and, also unfortunately, has control of the heater and keeps it low. Not a good thing for someone who enjoys walking around in bare feet. Frickin' damn, i could erase that bit and not have to send my feet in to the body bits site, but it's all integral to my greater message... But I don't have a scanner either. But I guess it's all about getting off one's, er, not being so lazy and taking the photos and hopping down to the local printers and scanning body bits while the pimply kid with questionable computer knowledge smirks behind his patchy goatee the smug yet insecure smirk of a computer help person whose help I do not need. So you can see how i will have to just continue waiting for the new scanner to arrive at work, just as i have been waiting for the past 6 months. So who is going to own 2017? Because I think if we pooled our money, we could call it The Year of Sinister and make our mark on history. Oh c'mon, it's all for sale and you know it. It'll be fun. I was going to sell my soul to VW, but they said they already had it. I asked if I could buy it back and they said how much. I said I'd give them my body for my soul back. And then we got into a big argument about minds in vats and someone said descartes and I ran off and wrote this email. Then I told you that I loved you. Then I stopped writing this letter. Love Robyn (the girl who has concluded that headphones contribute to temporary insanity. oh but it's good, it's so so good.) ===== I was reading the dictionary. I thought it was a poem about everything. ~Steven Wright ~~~ Robyn Fadden rfadden@yahoo.com Vancouver, BC __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Thousands of Stores. Millions of Products. All in one place. Yahoo! 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