what a clean old man

12:22 p.m. x 2003-01-11

my manda spent the night last night ^-^ i missed her. we took up the oppertunity of bein together for several long hours to watch all the movies i've been bothering her about and reflect on the question that's bothered us for a painfully long month now:

sexy sadie was written about the maharishi mahesh yogi. alas but the maharishi is not sexy, let alone much of a sadie. if there's anyone on jimi hendrix's green earth that can explain that one to me for amanda, we'll award you the official title of god every wednesday and friday from four to eight-thirty.

i don't know just how long it took us, but manda and i watched the following last evening:

a hard day's night because she and sara are the only two who can stand my beatles "thing", plus we have a very similar sense of humor
gummo because the last scene was spoofed in marilyn manson's dead to the world tour documentary, and i knew manda would scream
party monster because her beloved brian hugh will be acting in the movie based on this murder
and ma vie en rose because it's taken us two years to see the fluffing end!

a winning formula to forever skew one's mental imagery about things like cats, cardboard boxes, barbie, and clean old men.

my poem of the...something:

john lennon

arf arf he goes a merry sight
our hairy little friend
arf arf upon the lampost bright
arfing round the bend
nice dog! goo boy
waggie tail and beg
clever nigel jump for joy
because we're putting you to sleep at three of the clock nigel

i love that. he was as cruel and sadistic as i am ^-^.

if anybody should ask i'm going to a seminar
pieces of the moon
sensitive heart, you're doomed from the start
(& etc)

anybody can be just like me, obviously.
not too many can be like you, fortunately.
KL 02-11