i would hurt a fly

hey george,

when are you coming out here?
i have 2 new silly female roommates

and an old rental house which we're

moving out of soon.
we can trash it, it'll be great..

hour follows hour

politically correct

Gotta take a deuce?

Now it's offical.. press Down on the lever when you flush.

to all my friends

Remember the first time you drank liquor? If you were anything like me, you sampled something from your parent's 'special' cabient. But since my parents don't drink I was at a complete loss for what to do with the bottles I came across. Plus, all I had to choose from was a random assortment of things they'd received as gifts- things you're supposed to mix with Other things to make a proper drink. Amaretto vs Bailey's.
My bottle for experimentation was choosen like amatuers choose wine; based on which label looked the best. Just pour a tall glass and see what you think.. And how was I supposed to know that putting ice in it would help things? And that mixing in a second liqour with the first would not improve the taste, but the exact opposite while simultaneously doubling the amount. Same thing goes for trying to add coke on top of it all.

I'm lucky I found myself later in life befriended by the howling energy and rushing optimism at 608 Meldrum. Besides experiencing life and friendship on levels that would be cheapend by trying to write about them here, I learned about how to drink to the highest of my abilities and beyond.

But it wasn't until we were living in the MCC that we discovered that it was possible to push the booze to mixer ratio far beyond our usual 70/30 or 80/20 ratio and easily into the 90/10 and even 95/5 range while still drinking something that tastes basically like the pure sweet goodness of pineapple juice and not like a viscious reminder that drinking booze at that level of concentration is rarely redeemable.

'The Gay Sailor'. Or maybe a 'Rooster Tail'. Do you know what I'm talking about?

Cheers.

blue eyes crying in the rain

this must be the place

be just, and if you can't be just, be arbitrary

4664 Pershing st.

St.Louis, MO 63137

William Seward Burroughs

birthplace and home from 1914 to 1924.

Now the home to some rich asshole with bad taste in art, who gets annoyed at every other asshole like myself who daily appear on the sidewalk in front of the house to take shitty photos of the house or themselves. I bet ol Bill would've smiled from beyond the grave if I'd have smashed one of those windows.

god is a verb

The answer to solving complexity is simplicity. Simple.

What's been running tests for millions of years? Where can we see the results? The details of the winning designs, which have all been chosen on the merit of their efficiency and simplicty, and not by some skewed bias of economics, politics or emotions?

Nature seems like a pretty good place to look.

Mr. Fuller seemed to think so too..

"Sometimes I think we're alone. Sometimes I think we're not. In either case,

the thought is staggering."

-R. Fuller