Christos annestis

Yea, so I got an amazing interview w/Lynn Breedlove which I'm busy gluing down right now (well, not right now, but--) and that makes me really happy. Should read lots of Wilde before I go watch the awful L-Word which I'm inexplicably drawn back to..."Picture of Dorian Gray" is quite good so far; it's soo flaming! Also I was originally gonna quit smoking today but I'm really not feeling it. My heart is not in it. I think quitting at the end of the semester will prove to be a more stickable plan.

ooh, a dub version of "One Drop" just came on and that makes me happy too! What else? I was gonna go to the Greek Orthodox church last night for services at 11 but I was tired and didn't want to go. I don't even know the response to "Christos annestis" and would have felt way out of place a)at a church b)at a church in Poughkeepsie c)which I've never been to d)services conducted in a language I don't know, most likely, and e) all butched up and nowhere to go. Ie, looking natty at Greek Orthodox services could've proved uncomfortable.

I have to pee. And zine. And by zine I mean work. Yeah...

maybe a philosophy correlate isn't such a good idea--

Me + Heidegger = disaster. The following is funny, I think. But it's scary that a) it was written and b)I find it funny. ps I know it's comes across as pretentious but take it for what it is and please leave a comment.

a love poem concerning technology
(aka 'a love poem between episteme + techne')

revealing her purpose like a silver chalice puts forth its presence in the hammering of metal and the three other folds, knowledge got into bed with her silicone phallus and jacked off to the proliferations of bodily technique--haha! okay. really she crawled into the covers and pictured history going down on her, its throat raw as she pushed text past the gag point + felt moonlight soaking through her muscles as it streamed through the glass window. she caught the thrust of her hips like a wave sucked down from a matrix of salt, the psychically generated third forearm gulped down by code and washed in water. figured it was about time history got ready for a new turn of events. a reprogramming, if you will. get rid of those cancerous nodes, maybe find a nice new crystal chemical structure for future cellular maps in the pattern of those insistent thrusts, history’s gag reflex caught and obediently pounded its pretty weak head to the base. knowledge tried real hard not to come in history’s mouth, honest, + pushed her own cock inside her self, biting her lip at this interpenetration of thought + craft, body + other so sublimely and humbly situated in cotton sheets..