"The suicide rate among vets is nearly four times the national average and double that of doctors or dentists, according to new research"

Skim on your windblow,
Bubble in your tea.
Ship in my eyebrow,
Trouble in my sea.

Slip down a whiphorn,
Walk through a bead;
Give away water,
Give away seed.

Peep in the pipe,
Poke in the dream,
Leak in the like,
Wise, wise, machine.

Phone by the bumble tree:
One, two, three.
Thing in the rumble jeep:
jeep, jeep, jeep.

Showtime

Try and catch my cousin's first movie effort - RICH MAN'S WORLD -
Director: Thomas T George
Channel: NDTV Profit
Date-Time: Saturday 26-11-05 11 AM/Sunday 27-11-05 2 PM
If anyone has this channel at all as part of their cable bundle, please invite me to your place on Friday night, so atleast I can wake up for myself to catch the prog.

Monroe ...

... as men wouldn't much care to see. MM was also an avid reader with a tidy collection which was about the only thing she'd pack when moving residence. Her library contained a subject range from philosophy to history and drama, Tolstoy and Camus. "Breasts like granite and a brain like cheese" said one director about her; you must know who was in the business of commodities.

A great day is always fun.
I also helped push an auto out of a mudhole.
yay.

What a bleeding resistant night. fucking resistant. i really dont know whats happening but i think its a bit like loosey poop, in the sense things just being very strange. like now i'm listening only to carnatic/instrumentals, every other shit i've left behind because i find it takes me to the edge and is really idiotic affected bullcrap. specially lyrics.like a bull mating with a bushchat; something it never does. i'm really pushing it and my support group, also didnt attend the first rehearsals for today evening. Still feel sick from a trip to a client on frigging sarjpr. its always the return that makes me sick. And I've told just one person this, but for records sake: yesterday evening as i sat waiting for having things done at SN, at shits end, and about to make a dramtic walkout, i looked back at myself in a freely offered reflection. And for ten minutes (which is longer than I've been on any idea of late) I had decided that it was in my stars that I should take up the cloth. you know - become a *. Even after the job was done and id taken the voyeurs seat in the open carraige, this thing was certainly playing somewhere in my flatenned being and becoming some creature. And then to take it further, that night was bleeding resistant. It's been like that since. i could cry cos now i think i really lost the groove and i'm never getting it back. just when i found it.

Andiamo!

we're tyros and unprofessionallos except for the guitarists and the lone singer.lets see how it goes. her 'blowing in the wind' simple clear and easy; hope she sticks on. just had to say something we suddenly felt about entertainers - particularly dancers - you have to have been a solo stage performer - specially dance - to know what it was entirely about. did solo dance stage performances myself for 4 years - whaaa? yes, i know; i just had to - it was the deepest-highest feeling you could be everytime you crashed out or shot straight. I'm shivering. Here's to energy again. And ofcourse, whatever else you may think: Madonna.

Isolation Hospital
Old madras rode.

My wet met man

What would it be like being married to a weatherman? I think that would be exciting. He'd have all the breaking, life-threatening news first and if we still loved each other, there could be a day when he knows and covers up news of approach of one big storm and we could stage one big getaway to a safe place leaving the rest of the city to weather a potentially devastating calamity. Then we could pursue stamp collecting and complete our own prize collections by picking out from other's collections in the rubble of the dead city we return to after the storm. We'll be the first to do so many things. We'll appropriate all history. Make new records. We'll be real chimp champs. And I think that's fair. No one thinks of weatherman otherwise - they're so hard done by and undesirable and deridable. 'So, what do you work as?' 'Meteorologist' 'Whatologist?''Weatherman da- the one who forecasts weather you see on dd?''O that(snigger)so you knew the tsunami aa?'('Ye-that's my pet name for that clump of pubic hair fraying out of the left neck of your your chuddi'). The secret miming turmoils he'd have to release every night, i could try tackling them with a study of the weather report, the rage, the mystery - it's the most compelling feeling I've every felt. 'I'mm moving in a north-westerly direction tonighhh with undercurrents right here'. I'm with you my weatherman. all the stormy way. We'll ride it out together.