I’m not saying “Ladies” to be sexist, cause I say fuck sexism. I’m just saying I have looked at the women’s magazines that my roomates get and they are fucked up people. They create fucked up people. It’s time to throw those things onto the fire. And its flames are going to reach all the way up to Heaven. And God himself is going to have to climb down and put the damned thing out when we’re all done. What the hell is a calorie anyway? And don’t tell me how much food it equals according to some kind of bullshit Weight Watchers point system. Show me a fucking calorie!

tim, your a cool guy… keep up the writing and shit…. if your novel is anything like this it’s gonnah kick major ass

We’re skirting the edges of real/not-real and finding it’s all the same. This is where the magic happens, right here at the boundary. I am alive and I breathe and grass grows outside. Just let me keep my 45s. Analog stayed with us throughout the digital age. We are still alive and the waves cohere. Waves and particles. That is the battle they won and the battle we one. Write me a letter in analog ink. I am on your side.

I was going to tell you to can the paranoia already, but by the time I read to the end I saw that you already did.

remember i was able to prove this a divine experience per st. augustine’s guidelines…

“well i came apon a child of god
he was walkin along the road
and asked him where are you goin
and this he told me
well i’m goin down to yazgurs farm
got to join in a rock and roll band
got to get back to the land
and set my soul free”

oh yeah

and

somethin about purple berries haven’t been sick once yet? grumble…

heh

can thelema be separate but equal to god’s will
perhaps this is the thumbnail

oh yeah
fuck php yo

-tc
syseng@msn.com

PS phoenix project, ca. ~1971

No really, I don’t know where you’re going with this.
A. ingredient X was never about self, it is not.
B. forget about locks and shit, dude, you are a few levels above that, don’t pander to the materialistas. yo you know when it is time to move, and have documented it for us.
C. after about 4 minutes of really deep thought, all I can come up with is that stream of consciousness crap is really hard to pull off and I would say you will lose about 80% of your audience, sorry, Amado Crowley called me a literary critic, well, I can’t help it because I CAN’T GET MY SHIT together to FUCKIN’ WRITE due to this static, can’t remember the zen term, sorry.

like I’ve definitely been there, dude, between the subroutines of the mundane and like I’m vibin on domain of prince of swords basically now, but you know I’m a little more technical, so you know it’s hard when the guns come out and shit, you seem a little more i don’t know what are you a gemini? just guessing here this taurus shit sucks down in the trenches.

i don’t fuckin know i’m goin out now have a nice 07 and you know it is what it is i guess i get your vibe a little with the web spiders and shit I don’t know …

I am just gong to play some slayer now and drive soon ciao.
phone ringing immediately now how convenient

shift-ctl-home, ^c so your punk PHP crap dont fuck up my WRITING!

Definition number 6 of ‘To Ramble’

“a walk without a definite route, taken merely for pleasure.”

Indeed.