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[hapticbackup]

god, my MOOD right now. Filled with teeth, I feel teethed, and absolutely covered in skin. I feel like a snake without a mouth, or at least with a throat too cold to eat anything. Iowa is mine. Wow, I love it. Mom bought a lamp today. I don't know quite what to make of it. Jurisprudence, and handwriting, they are mine. Boiling, also, is mine.

One time, Johnathan Coen (even though it sounds like you might know him, you don't. Only I know him) was telling me how to design furniture. It is a series of questions:
"Is it too tall? Yes. Now is it too tall? Yes. Is it too tall? No. Then you move on. Is it too short? Yes. Is it too short? No. Is it too wide? Yes. No. Is it too heavy? No. Is it graceful? No. Is it graceful? Yes."
Obviously, he always made the right choice at the right time. He was the cat's meow. Fuck that, he was the lion's roar! The fish's gurgle, the rhinoceros' bluff, and ants' silences to boot.

Comments

[la-muse.livejournal.com]

I think it'd be cooler if he was the ant's boot. How awesome would it be for ants to have boots? I ask you.

[llorin.livejournal.com]

I like the kind of mood that you makes you feel guttural when you comment upon it.