homicidal lesbian terrorist

i see your women caught behind windows
in their homes, behind rows and rows
of bleached and frightened children.
They speak men's words, not their own
except those languages they've
learned to speak in secret
and in dreams, if they've
not forgotten.

- Joy Harjo, From the Salt Lake City Airport '82

Saturday, December 6

iGot.sony.playStation_2

when i moved to this dry bone i had things shipped what the moving company promptly ganked, the fuckers. chief sore among my losses was my ol' sony playstation, leaving me mentally dry-humping the games i once loved. i was at a party of exes without a raincoat. sadly did i enter into the renunciate's lifestyle, buggared by the perverts who would steal a woman's box.

well, does sikozu weep now? she dinnae. today a carefully arranged compact between roommates has led to a new a better life for those old dreams. flush with store credits from crap movies garnered over years of communal living, we did indeed invest in a [playstation2].

my sweet games! cleansed in sweet waters, lovingly hand-dried! once again my hometime options include first-person shooters & strange japanime electronic role-playing games.

maker & modeler
bearer & begetter
white tapir granma & white peccary grampa
heart of sky, heart of earth -

- i know you two had a hand in this and we are indeed grateful. thanks a bunch, darlings.

now about that girl fra the caf� - maybe we could have a word about her instead of electronic gizmos? after all, in the end wanking ain't shagging.

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