Current mood:	that's all
Current music:	demons

A Bag of Pinot with a Glass of Lunch
This afternoon I recieved a transmission of the corporeal nature: no more relying on vacuous ethereal non-entities as carriers of communication. We shall be vindicated! Let us liberate ourselves from the ties that bind, the elecrodoublespeak of nonliteral vagrancies! Let us no longer trust ourselves to a series of ones and zeros,
THESE ARE OUR SOULS, AFTER ALL
and nobody is going to stop you.
In other words, the propagation of snail mail will do more to heal the sick and brighten a day than will a thousand computer programmers hacking away at keyboards in darkened room, just like the monkeys that will one day
WRITE HAMLET.


My sincerest thanks are due to
BECKY
for freeing all of us from our prisons





Everything's good.
Everything?
Everything. Man is unhappy because he doesn't know he's happy. It's only that. That's all, that's all! If anyone finds out he'll become happy at once, that minute.