27.2.05

i saw your pretty pictures

an old blinker the star song, must find it. a little fruity, i'll admit. i got a thing for fruit.

after yesterday's post, i found some old pictures of mike. one called "odd martyr look". what a dick.

i hate sundays. i hate 'em 'cause theyre perfectly fit for nothing and yet every sunday there's something i have to do. every sunday i have to write an article about search engines, search engine optimization web design corporations saving millions reaching number one best traffic in the WORLD meaningless words about 1s and 0s that give me heartburn and make me sick. i'm read around the world, i'm published in major marketing periodicals and i hate every word i say. here's a secret: one week i wrote an article that got picked up by a rather large publication and the next week i wrote one that completely contradicted the first, and it got published in the same publication. and no one noticed. morons. just string 'em along and tell 'em lies, here's what'll work for your site: cook some eggs, sunnyside up, pour sambuca over them, light it on fire and dance the hokey pokey while chanting "google is good, google is fun, google's gonna make me #1". works every time. seriously.

what i'd rather do with my sunday:

go to gerry's books and lurk in one of the foot wide aisles and listen to the melody of a tiny fishing village's used book store. ding, ding, creeek, slam "g'morning, tom! got some new books for us i see. have you finished dostoevsky's idiot, yet?" tip of the hat "gerry, good to see you. nah, long book that sucker is. keeping busy?" "well the heritage association's been harassing me about the facade, not old-looking enough. and mary's due to have her baby soon, so yeah, pretty busy". and on and on. another ding, another slam. it's really quite beautiful.

take my puppy to the baseball diamond, close the gates and let him tear up the field. catch the brunch at sockeye city on the wharf. mmm lobster shrimp crepes. sit down and write until 8pm then head to the buck and shoot some pool.

i just wanna see some pretty people, doing pretty things and get inspired.

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1 comment(s):

it's not dead. yeah the development is disgusting, but it's still so incestuously village-like. you can still hide in the back of gerry's and hear the most beautiful small town chatter. water-level on fisherman's wharf is stunning, the boats & shady island & mt. baker presiding over it all.

one thing is a little mystifying, how can all the little candle/scent/overpriced trinket stores survive? who is buying all this useless crap?

By Blogger Courtney, at 1.3.05  

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