everything is too complicated for us. we are only figuring out the basics. we're lucky to know anything. i hate it when great bands dissapear. like fuking plow united. i love this fuking band. man, shit seems so normal when you talk through your own skull. no wonder though, it all makes sense. i read so many things that i don't think i could ever write. i just don't believe so much. and i have been taught that LOGIC is the only way. that is the way you win anyway. you just figure out the logic and you can affirm your position. and you win. that's bullshit. that's your life. that's our life. and i guess that's it. that's what they're all saying these days. the people who think. fuk thinking. lets live without all that thought. how old is that. too much fuking lit history. fuk them. i can't write and i'm glad. i can fuking type anyway. look at that. IM. to teri. she lives in hong kong. and it's real time. us animals figured a few things out anyway. there is everything left. why is it we all need a goal or we are useless? Ulesseys. how the fuck do you spell that anyway? well that's what i'm reading. been reading it for like a year and a half now or something. and i read a bunch of other books in between and i'm still on like page 300 or something. i hate it. but to be cool you have to like that fucking book. fuck it, i hate it. it rolls off hte tounge. it is admirable that one man could write so much jibberish in such a short amount of fucking time. but fuck. it means absolutely nothing. i know thats the joke. but i'm moving on. i don't want to waste the time. killed two mice today. semantics. stomped em out. the only right thing. i hate these glue traps. they make you want to let the little mutherfukers walk. but you can't anyway. i stomped them. so much romance. i used to be more romantic. but then i got logic. and then she wanted romance. i i i lost it. im so middle. just starting to figure it out. so much from nowhere that the hole confuses me. i wish i had it.. i erase when i type. i re read a little bit. and i erase sometimes if it . i just asked a woman what color her underwear was.. online! the computer will fuk with anyone who will use it. i must stop. wouldn't think of it. everything is just too fast these days. we can still handle it. i guess we can handle much more. our brains are really big and unused right? that's what they say. maybe they let us know about that later. hope. and we all have it. somebody will answer our questions sometime, right? i mean., we have them. i want someone to tell me what we were doing.
edparker1977 (11:03:49 PM): fuking early
edparker1977 (11:03:56 PM): are you at work
ririXXX (11:04:00 PM): I have just converted myself to be a working machine
ririXXX (11:04:05 PM): yes
edparker1977 (11:04:24 PM): nothing else, just wondering when you are moving back here to see me?
“ririXXX” has stopped using the computer at 11:06:09 PM, and is now considered idle.
“ririXXX” has started using the computer again at 11:07:00 PM.
ririXXX (11:07:00 PM): i mean what is mel suppose to tell me
edparker1977 (11:08:07 PM): nothing, i really didn't have anything to say so i just thought to make up a little nothing. so there is nothing to tell. but nice to talk to you though.
edparker1977 (11:08:15 PM): hey, what color is your underwear?
ririXXX (11:09:54 PM): ahhhaa.. you are such an idiot
ririXXX (11:10:04 PM): white by the way
ririXXX (11:10:18 PM): so new gal yet?
edparker1977 (11:10:19 PM): you make me smile..
edparker1977 (11:10:46 PM): no
ririXXX (11:12:33 PM): having fun with your single life still?
edparker1977 (11:13:12 PM): no. basically, i have only thought of you...
