i just realized i've had two fights in the last two postings. .

he should be sent in to deal with rioters

two sweaters.

the cold persists everywhere in the house. But my
room. which is holding a retrospective of my life
all the time. a couple things:


i saw that Lebron throw down when i was taking out the trash at work.
i turned around and saw a little guy- no more than four- air dunking and
roaring in the face of his mother who was trying to zip the man Up.
also, Bloom:

Shakespeare, Cervantes, Dante, Cervantes, Shakespeare.
and also, i dont even really want to talk about this but have you heard
of Kimbo Slice?
kimbo's in the white but..i just watched it again... thats the worst shit.
dont watch this.

What Are We Doing!? Gosh.
I've been doing my own training. Here I come Kimbo.

Appy Olidaze

it seems that most people include many pictures of the sky in these
blogs. really they do. many clouds in a row.
all the heat has left my home and i've closed all the doors and keep 'coze'
with kiahs borrowed heater. Also:

to clarify that's this guy:

attacking this guy:

Listn to their words. And the children crying. Mailer just died, he had six wives. Torn hits him with a HAMMER on the head at first. Mailer delivers the Tyson bite. This was on a movie set in the 70s.
"What Have you done you motherfucker. get off him you sonofabitch."
More Mailer:
just wait for the second half of the show for the dogmas and Mailer fun.
And unfortuantely this guy died today:

Today I was forty mintues late to work.

Less Sass

I was stomping my feet in the Camry after breakfast.
Stomping and rewinding. Mingus mode. Its the buildy stride piano, and clapped horn solos
that fuck right into that slop-horn-stew. I gave a five to a man walking on the street. He looked successful.

also look at it. Miles Davis said that if you ain't nervous than your not paying attention. Mr. Davis is right.
but:

let's all decide to be torn on the matter and move on!
speaking of breakfast (above). Breakfast here in Ortland is, special. Although the two states that i equate with
frustration are sleepiness and a full stomach. that's called gluttony.

holdiay fun in the sun

hello. trying to be more regular on the posting.

i was home in the east and mostly talked to people i hadn't seen for a while.
played jokes on people like my father here with wedgie.
he always takes it like a champ and then i went to new york and slept in mike antonio's
bed (without mike) and mostly talked to people i hadn't seen for a while:

the stuff on the bed is all the stuff i need to carry around most of the time.
Also:

when i got home again, i went to se shaq diezel and the blazers play hope. I'm afraid he's seen better days.

Naomi and David came. Also
I thought the game was the night before and I dragged Naomi there but it was a Tool Concert,

We did other stuff instead that involved gin.