sultry

"So, this girl I know. No, you don't know her. Anyway, she chased after this guy on the street after he dropped his wallet. The guy seemed really nice, she said. He gave her five bucks. If you knew her, you'd know she tried refusing it. They took off in separate directions after that. Anyway, it turns out that her stalker got on the news later for getting massively ganked for all of his money at gunpoint by a bunch of dudes. Talk about Kharma, right? Wait, so she sees the guy's picture, right, and it was the fucking guy whose wallet she saved. Fucked up right?"

recipe for suck cessation

- prepare all night

    - obtain
        - philips brand discman
        - small philipps screw driver
        - soldering iron
        - a small amount of coiled solder
        - 15v operational amplifier component (opamp)
        - appropriate resistor as found in prelab
        - a camera battery
        - two 25mm sections of insulated thin-gauge wire
        - a small amount of solder wick

    - perform
        - disassembly of discman
        - desoldering of connections to lineout
        - soldering of 25mm wires to lineout connections
        - soldering of camera battery and connections to opamp to 25mm wires and resistor in series combination found in prelab
        - reassemblage of discman

    - utilize acquisitions and performance by:
        - attending a large shopping mall
        - inserting into discman my bloody valentine's "isn't anything" on compact disc

- enjoy:
    - glancing at the shoppers while skipping to the beginning of track one, "soft as snow but warm inside," once every several seconds as one judges appropriate

buddy, boy, and girl

We had been sitting side by side on weathered stones, beside a washed up fish skeleton from the passing river, for what we were hypothesizing was anywhere from an eternity to no time at all. A rainbow colored petroleum membrane lapped atop the waves that broke at our feet, as a soda bottle followed a gaggle of geese downstream.

"[Words mean nothing]," she said again and again. I must have looked at 800,000 of hers that day. We planned to stay until deaf and blind, until we could stand atop the tower of Babel. I told her B.C. was a close destination. But, in my seventh postcard I apologized that we would never make it.