now i'm officially sick of carrots

ahh.. well, i finished off the last of the lasagna.... had a nice carrot for desert.... while watching tvo at 5am i found something that i found a few days ago.. its funny that the source of my malaise is also the cure.. Realizing this more and more as the days go by.. ahhh and there's still some time i believe.. Anyways.. the beat.. yes i hear the beat.. its doing what it always does.. and so shall i. Watched a classic episode of Knight Rider afterwards.. I think im going to get another carrot.. brb. (munch munch) I find that the bigger carrots seem to have less taste.. hehe so I brought back two smaller ones. Its not easy to type though.. how would bugs bunny do it? Hmmmm.. one munch at a time.

.. leveling off .. angle of attack zero.. horizon parallel.. contrails for wing prints.. leaving a wake in the abyss of air..

red in the desert
quarter of a mile of quartz
wild dogs to the east


.. increasing throttle.. pulling back.. reaching the top of the loop.. pushing to the side.. completing the Immelmann, losing velocity.. gaining altitude..sun at my back, carpet of clouds below..

comfortably numb
lighting a flame in the rain
words and no action

no more haikus...... close to relapsing into a Split-S.. too many bogies down below, nice big juicy crippled superfortresses. Plexiglass can't save you from sausage size bullets.

I can enjoy half a tank of gas for the next few days. Need new shoes.. soccer in 7 hours. Bruce Lee has a place in Montreal.. 3 or 4 days.. Huja, maybe you can meet one of the other boroughs. The windows are clearing up.. I can see outside.. it is night time....

Today was an ok day. I didn't do much. I made a few small steps nowhere. Heated up some lasagna.. checked the mailbox, highlighted a page of notes.. learned that it's stupid to subsidize export goods.. especially if you don't care about political survival.

I like the first outfit.

it's very grey this morning...getting kind of hot in here.. roof looks cool... why do some people say "ruf"? Ohh! Martin's furniture drove by.. nice pink letters.

The Ravine is a very large open area.. yet at the same time every floor is potentially a roof of another floor.. only a few spots are safe, and only if they are guarded smartly.. It's history and location are known to very very very few people.. even I, the author of this mumbo jumbo, has no idea where the blasted place is.. Krivitskee, however, knows of its location. In fact, he wishes he never knew of its existence.. the mere thought of it often throws him into violent bowel movements and thoughts of moldy cheese. Atop the highest floor/roof, there resides a crazed vegitarian warrior known simply as, Basic. Surrounded by leafy body guards he meticulously examines each and every page of old issues of National Geographic, searching for.. who knows what... Wanted in dozens of countries and by dozens of bus drivers, for hundreds of crimes .. from egging egg lobbyists to excessive stealing of rubber bands; a menace to the free world, yet an excellent partner for Krivitskee's mission.

"Sir, we have visitors in Bear camp sector", says one of the leafy guards.
"Mmmm, I have been expecting them, deactivate the proximity mines, I'd like to see them in one piece", mumbles Basic.
"Yaaasur", says the guard as he tugs on various strings and pulleys.

The air, very still, slipping into nonexistence at once grabs attention as it lets out a loud snore.... the sound of Krivitskee and Dark man approaching at terminal velocity.

"Dark man, do morals get in the way of your life?", asks Krivitsksee.
"Sir, perhaps another time, I'm trying to land this beast of a car", says the Dark man as he bangs round objects and curses at regular intervals.
"I think you would make it in the rap industry, you have a good beat there", chuckles Krivitskee.."Oh hey watch your blind spot, you might hit that flock of birds".

All heads in the Ravine look upwards, except for the heads with no bodies. A silver convertible slowly lumbers down, instead of parachutes a family of mutant condors are let out of the trunk, and guide the car to Basic's cozy, leafy fortress. The four tires hit the ground with a very inelegant thud. The settling dust reveals Krivitskee cleaning out his ears, along with the Dark man, carefully examining the tire pressure. Out of nowhere Basic lands on the hood of the car..