clearly it is time for me to join the ranks of the mole people, the cavern dwellers, those with the clear skin and pink eyes. I am descending below the slabs, down into the soil and tunnels, the underside of the bright and shiny. It may be the only safe place left - a place where fabeebles and i can sing to our hearts delight the songs of big poppa, applejack, and sir bang. we will pool our cash and invest it in the future of one special lady mole, the one with the most fragrant armpits and most mushroom-like arse. she will be the provider. sucking her teats we will work on our "creative" raps and our digging, our worm mounds and spacious inner earth condos. the nytimes will never know the extreme QOL we will have. the mole people do not go to the beige. the mole people do not schlup around to lame things, they do not clean up and make foodstuffs. the prick of their fang on the full moon will tell you the rest of the story. don't you want to join?
me likey the dark, i have been mole-ish 3 months.
me like the pricky prick.
(he's been underground a REALLY long time) mole king status.
mole advisor
mole mole mole mole, this is the big fucking city peeps!
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Tuesday, March 07, 2006
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FB, my 2 front teeth are lengthening and growing straight out of my head, my eyes are shrinking; I am ready to join you under the slabs.
p.s. speaking of mole people, have you seen the movie "Dark Days?" It's pretty great.
be there or be . . . to be or. I don't know what I was saying. I'll see you down beneath the slabs FB.
arthur, did you experience the hell of the L train/cattle car of death this morn? i startled the cublings with my statement that I would like to punch people in the face - said as i walked to my pen.
oh, yes sloth. I did see Dark Days - they are the underground crack moles - same idea.
I am an underground oxy mole.
i have a lot of anger today. i am turning from mole to white cobra that swims in the sewer.
i had a moment's hesitation leaving the house - foreshadowing of the anger to come from the subway. prescience. i should listen more carefully.
if i start with the booze now i can sober up by the time i go to the shack later? i think there is some rum punch somewhere in this office.
PD, explain the big guy on the back. did he want to fight you?
PD.... ICK! he was asking to be kicked in the 'nads.
oh, right. i gave up all personal space this morn. just gave into the mosh pit. sent out the hates for selfprotection but it is obviously lingering in the form of angriness.
i think today is a day for the fried nuggets of the china. lunch.
pd, seriously, this cleaning lady stuff. no. NO. Please buy the scotch.
I did the Chinese nuggets yesterday and ended up regretting it. But they were low-class mall nuggets. Today I am going out in search of a chef salad with gourm-eggs.
I have that skin-crawly feeling of bad sleeps.
"low class mall nuggets" this is a wonderful string of words sloth. I will be ordering today from a place known as the "joy grill"
i can't focus. can't focus. want to bang head.
FB, it could be worse: you could work in the Manhattan Mall. We have a delightful array of Reise® restaurants to choose from here.
I'm going to stab myself with a plastic fork now.
Sloth, please pass me the fork when you are done. I am putting on my plastic bib and lavendar sweats. I will stab my full hanging sacks of nuggets, kung pao sauce seeping from the wounds as I slowly drain myself of life on the beige-ecru-moss striped carpet of this stasis chamber.
If only I could will myself to vomit.
the crowds you have experienced on the subway are a direct result of the Bushwick migration spawned by the NYTimes article. If the times says it, they will come.
sympathies.
FB, I am looking for a job for you at my beige. how much flash do you know?
serenity now. pd. you funny.
krix, i know next to nothing about flash sadly. i could teach myself. ? it seems do-able. basically i can't seem to do anything proactive. it's really weird. can't send out resume or move forward. mercury is in retrograde. this must be it.
i have fear of a different job - more involved job and what it would mean for the relics. but for christsakes, the relics are always there waiting and it would be nice to make some cash and do something active with my head. but, instead i muddle around and whine. it's great.
it is like 50 degrees in here. I have just killed one of my co-workers & am huddled in the carcass for warmth.
my boss is now trying to kiss up to me after i yelled at him. it saddens me to have been so mean and to have him be so spineless. i am terrible. he is old and nice and i get impatient 'cause he is too nice to some of the meanies we deal with--like icky film people.
FB--I hear you about the job change. it is important to keep enough energy for the relics.
pd, he sounds a little flaky. this boss. good intentioned but??? oof. and sloth why so cold? do they have the air conditioning on already at the mall? curl up in the carcass. i am bucking around in my chair. must get out of here.
he is just a little old and more than a little wimpy. well-intentioned-YES, which is why i am a terrible person.
I am hitting the oxy and thinking about ducking under the desk to drink some Jack. This will help. It is almost over.
no arthur. i am sorry. can i help in a way that is legal?
Sorry Arthur. I hope you get through it. I will gladly lend you my slicer for any cuts you need to make.
Arthur! That is the super geekiest! You rule!
lol Arthur. If you finished the bottle and still got the job done I'd say its an "all time high". As for the 16-sided dice speak...fuck those guys and their D&D gaming communities. I also like the term "perp walk". I steal it now.
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