running out of...square fishsticks and poodles

Boy, I need to break out my old Game Boy Color and starting playing Pokemon Red and Blue again.  I think that would be a richly appropriate choice to make.  I would no doubt utilize Nintendo’s Official Strategy Guide as an aide.  As I explained to a recent respected colleague of mine: the Sega 32X is the Virtual Boy’s only real competition for the great system of all time!  time to break out all the old games and read Ren & Stimpy comic books. 

Full frontal very recently.  I adore those experiments.  Or are they experiments.  This is Godard esque but I can understand it.  Mayhaps it’s a necessary entry point.  And I can jump back in again.  It’s all lovely artifice.  I can see the impossibilities for wider acceptance.  Maybe redoing the chain.  Little details popping up.  Need it one more time.  I’m just a little girl with grey eyes.  It’s all artifice.  I see the parallels now.  Things linking up.  Through Godard and 8.5  8.5 keeps coming back to me.  I have set up that same dream palace.  No one in the attic though, always eternal.  Eventually we have to go full frontal; what a crucial missing piece for an idiot like me to happen upon.  And eventually we find ourselves back at the inland empire.  I don’t yet know the ending or the beginning but I think it all starts somewhere in France.  Or maybe with a duck amuck.   

I’m running out of everything.  I’m looking through a glass pane at a scene from my own life.  It’s meaningless as any other one.  isolation. 

A symphony of sleaziness.  That is what is called for, chortle.  So much mayonnaise.  Nia winner.  Changing fashion and looks great.  I need to turn to the left.  I can barely keep anything composed these days.  I need to order some stickers.  Fashion again.  This past weekend was very fashionable and now everyone stands around waiting for the updates.  I ate fish yesterday.  Multiple generations in multiple places.  I need to shave and then pay off a loan.  I prefer shaving gel but I bought shaving cream instead because I don’t like to be too happy.  I don’t deserve too much happiness.  I’m pulling my own ship across the jungle.  The baby jungle cat.   I need to buy a beige suit and some v-neck t-shirts.  Ol’ Werner and Klaus are 3 for 3 for me.  the highest of marks.  I need to get my hands on an extra $100.  Then I need to multiply that by X (along with my greatest fears).  Visions of the apocalypse.  It’s all around us now.  Out on the streets I was swept up in a heap of garbage.  The heap, where has he gone?  So lush through the glass.  Once I have that beige suit maybe I’ll just walk right out into the jungle where I’ll never be seen or heard from again.  I should have been a rubber baron.  Or an ice producer.  or both!  The human race was dying out! 

Nice that they directly mention Balaam’s death in verse 8.  I think I mentioned last time that he is given a direct mention in Revelation as being responsible for spreading much idolatry and debauchery so I guess he found his swift punishment here.  15, Moses’s anger at allowing the women to live is a good detail, as it says they followed Balaam’s advice.  It’s also a nice precursor to the pattern of disobedience that will continue to haunt this group and the destructive role temptation always plays.  19 more number games with how long certain folks must stay outside the camp.  36, love hearing about the division of livestock.  That is an incredible amount of animals to be hauling around and dividing!

If you don't like something that i have to go to work well write back don't back up just tell me.  But anyways what's up with u, lately you have been wierd around me as if something is buggin u. How are u? Me not that much I'm sending you a responds back. Like the other day you told me that you were going to tell me later something but you never told. If you have to tell me something. i do also tell me i mean i'm not going to get mad. well got 2 go

this may sound weird.... but somehow i knew you'd e-mailed me, so i decided 
to check my e-mail, and lo and behold: it has been long though. i agree. what have i been up to? applying for jobs. i hope to continue reading and thinking about feeling. i 
hope to influence the world. how about you? and what of your future plans? so i send you a reply and a 

copy of a poem i tried to tell you about the last time we talked. i was too 
afraid to send my rhyming attempts - sorry.

working. my measly parties. watching movies. smelling the sun. sending thank yous. 
creating resumes and poetry. making music. thinking. in the future i hope to 
change attitudes. you had.
i just applied for a scholarship. i read last year's winners, 

and they were damn peace poetry good. so we'll see how thoughts compete.

 I fear you were correct in warning me about the perils of the grass,... Im sure a compromise could be worked out,.. after all, we are both reasonable men.  The noted event was indeed memorable, I hear the half way show was especially entertaining, not one to be missed.  If I forgo my old plans, with what, pray, would I replace them specifically?  I expect to be hearing from you soon especially the tallest of these.  It was quite frightening...  However, it was not so bad as to prevent passage, and finally I arrived at my final destination,... russia.  it is pretty nice anywho, i must go.  I never realized I miss something until that thing is there in front of me and the unreality of everything is slapping me in the face like a wet fish.  The hair long and the gum on the floor.  No, on the concrete.  When was the last time?  I remember now.  It was a year after the premiere with another premiere that was just not the same and at that time there was only ugliness.  Still, this is

I see the Little Star has returned.  And just like that things have meaning again.