hrmin Galon

May 21, 2010

hummin alonG

the thing about bigness is largeness is big. this is the thing that washes. bejai is partner and he will continue and we inspire each other megatron. teutonic or viking duodenom–duodynamic duohydronic. it is funny the things that have been accomplished, without him i am nothing. he said to me that i am like his water that he needs and sometimes deliciously enjoys and at other times cannot see how essential but this is what i am to him, his water, his water. he sleeps now in hotness darkness with honeybar warm fur of babiez, nuzzlin with my thigh, and here i am on webternet just perennially hooked, you know, and i love to be this thing that has eyeballs glomm’d onto screen, i love that this is who i am. it keeps balls of eyes narrowed though, upon somethin box’d, meanwhile i am meant for big things, this i know.

the thing about bigness is of course it whelms over splashin sloshin whooshily insane. of course it does this! this is why we cry n break down in advance so that come commencement this does not happen, steely gaze and next day we b dragged to dorifla, then dragged back, then creepin round home hopin ‘rentals dont catch me livin in some other’s heiss, some boy’s heiss. oh goodness, travesty or travails to be sure. we are tired now.

but we know now, we know how to end the novel, and we know that bigness is for us, it is our doin, and we must glom off webternet, as soothe as it brings we must slowly wean off teat of tangl’d wires it bring. yea we can do this.

back round june 1. pray4me.


this cat is such a great cat

May 11, 2010

i hope he was not hurt to make this.

also, i found this. it is good at the end. i haven’t watched the vid. how weird rite?! so weird. i should do this more often. search for calcedony and the like. for groibly and ovicaund. i just discovered ovicaund to-day and what a great one it is! so i should search for these things i invent or shape or just see, you know?

i miss doing finalz with friendz & bejai. i miss this. i miss that panda that bejai wouldn’t let me rescue. he the him.

this one and that one are from then.


orange bit

May 10, 2010

orange bit of chalk inhaled and smaller bit broken off inhaled

harkness is boldness

we are BIGGER THAN THIS

we have BIG things to do that are BRIGHTER than this

to-morrow is may 11 which is a deadline for many things–it is said that it is the deadline for all things. an email to which there is no reply. DO I HAVE AN EXTENSION OR NOT?!?! senior week supposedly starting? fuck that shit. i have WORK to do. it is IMPORTANT work. in the ground back the wubi installs ubuntu 10.04. it is apparently unstable to share with windows via wubi, and live cd will become necessary. though toby is good. toby is very very good. i will have toby for many years always tobias, he is the best, i cant believe i thought id ever want another computer, who needs that when i have toby, me and toby are fucking soulmates.

the orange chalk gives breathery where was necessary. this novel comes now and place of no texture in night of last emerges swimming–and now, NOW, i have things to say. things orange are 17 in number and i have less than 17 days. how shall we do this? an image of swallowing them all at once, but lira stays the hand she does! lira is good inside of me now and she is being good to me.

if harkness is boldness and kindness is goodness then we are full grown!

we are fully grown to realize this, no?

cavortings past with boy of M. who is goat. goat talks. he reads. he bubbles with many and i am silent for loss of voice. what strange powerlessness to lose the voice? eating of soup now. eating this now with shells inside and guilt that they are oysters. they are not oysters but called oysters and to eat oyster shells probably reinforces the eating of oysters global-wide and this means that SO MUCH IS LOST! in eating animals, SO MUCH IS LOST.

please, i beg you, stop eating animals.

i would rather die!

mistakes are made but please think of stopping, or reducing, or calming, or staying, you can win this! VEGETABLEZ R DELICIOUS I PROMISE.

there was a boy bejai with whom i was in love and now we are in love still but of sort totally different and there is not smooching but nuzzlin and loving in voices. i have not seen him in TWELVE YEARS it seems though closer to 12 days. how will i live without him? he is my mother! when i say that i want mommy it is him that i want for mommy is adorable but mother of mine is actually child of mine, whose phone charger she leaves here in like. fucking february. and it is may and she does not have it still. mother i want to mail it to you but then father will open it! biofather that is, not father#1 nor father#2. trizd does not read this so he is no longer in touch for knowing which father is what and who is who. trizd has never answered his phone but once, and only to give directions or holler. we danced in the bar swaying falling. i have not been crunk as so since. missing tequilaness now! missing of the this but last night i tried to drink and body does not want and what is important is to–Listen.

orange chalk is giving goodness brightness lightness.

WE CAN DO THIS.

bejai thinks that i am right in the fight!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! he thinks that just because i do not want to know grimy details of his other love lives does not make me a wuss who cant handle non-exclusivity. ALSO HE IS GETTING PUBLISHED. we are big. we are huge. lirbja have been working on Important Work for so many years, we have been waiting to jump off trains to make good things, good pieces, goodnesses. we have been trying to VEGANIZE and PROSELYTIZE and FEMINIZE and so much, such else, much big hugeness. and now it comes, bridge of success, and we are climbing and i hope that we make it.

universe, god, i hope that we make it up there because the world needs us to do this and we can do this and we can write books and give feelings.

ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh too many emails sent. toooooo many emails sent. i send emails to people who wont write back. it is fine. i am stupid to ever think that anyone can give as much as i give and this is why i withhold details–because if you cant match incineration for lavacore then you dont deserve it. that is such a cruel lie. it is not a matter of deserving (of course it is) but hierarchically speaking, it is a matter of relevance. what does it matter where i was born or what is the name of my name, hm? it is not relevant to you! im bothered by clutter, by marmot tangle that the head becomes in times of stress like now. i showered for like an hour and i am bleeding and there are troubles on that front but then i took a chalk and said to myself, “WE DO NOT HAVE TIME TO FEEL SICK” and this is true,

if there is anything that is true, it is this.

but we will not end on looming. no desire for dark shadow of gloom or words like “disappointment”. those are ejected from tongue. tongue does not speak of despair. we are shining bright to-day for we must even as the wind gusts outside knocking trees into trees.


10! i.e. 10/10 i.e. 100% i.e. 2/2

May 7, 2010

i am done with two classes.

here is a soul is a soul and a shell is a shell [that means final paper] [what else would that mean you guys] for one of them. check out pages 9-18. that is fucking intense!

JIZZAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH fuckyesfuckyesfuckyes. someone gimma a booya, BOOYA! omga. omgaomgaomga. 2/2 and now all remains is the other 2/4. yes yesyes yesyesyes yesyesyesyesyes. we can do this. only um. 60,000K+ words left to go before i can graduate? naw. no despair. there is no room for despair. only for epic work and epic fun.

onwardz!!!


not time for victory lap yet butttt

May 5, 2010

YESSSSS. we are on page 14 of 15-20 pager. soon we will drink gallons of champagne, define our data, analyze our own regressions, splatter on some policy recommendations, get bj to edit that shit, email it to prof, then we are done with 2/4 classes. OMGA. this leaves opus and haiti. and novel-continuation on own initiative. we can do this we can do this we are so close!

AND we are only on one solitary cup of black coffee from like. hours ago. from like. 9am. and it is now almost 4pm. which brings so much booya and self-reliance feelings of pride it is not even funny.


holy hell hole

May 4, 2010

maelstrom

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oh groan

May 3, 2010

groanalicious existence

in other news, google image search gives this for groan: