alterior_motive f f 050320 ... . doomed to inhabit the backwaters of misspelt blathes 050321 ... . loves the above dot comment 050321 ... . wants to have a three-way with the other dots 050321 ... _ is tired of all the dots 050321 ... _ wants to have a three way with the other underscores 050321 ... . Oh other dot, my heart so wants to, but to choose the path of the dot is to choose to walk alone through blather. 050322 ... minnesota_chris alter_your_motive 050323 ... . we aren't lonelier than other blatherskites, being dots we merely have smaller palms 050328 ... phil I go to my room, I take the coffee cup and the filter from the machine, I wash it out upstairs and throw the filter away. Then I return to my room, I take the tools that belong in the garage, the glue and tape and close pin that come from the junk door and pile them together. I finish cleaning the bed off, sorting the scraps of paper into a pile and into the trash. I leave the toys sititngs on my table but I put the Sega games away. I pick up a towel and cds, putting them back ontop of the TV. I take a bad CD back upstairs, with the junk pile, I can't find it's case. Back in my room I finish, putting all my work into piles, picking up hangers from around the weight bench. All the new photography books go on their shelf above the dresser. I put the big things into the bottom of the closet, not thrown away, but to be forgotten there. The photographs go into my sock drawer, the rest go on the small shelves in front of the vent. I start cooking lunch in the kitchen. After 55 minutes I eat enchiladas and a large tuna sandwich. Meanwhile I take a picture of the neighbors house through our tree. I had put on a Hank Williams cd. Another hour goes by unnaccounted for. I watch videos on the internet, watch a mix of TV. The overwhelming thought might be the photographs. I think of so much it's so complicated it would take forever to explain. I am going to start a project of painting my bicycle onto a window. I watch a loser walk home from work at Taco John's. Sit-ups, brush teeth, take a shit, remember all the things I promised I'd do, felt like doing, now that I have the time. Feel kind of like sleeping but it won't last. I clean my room to get beyond cleaning my room, I clean my room because I didn't have a reason to do something else. I clean my room because I neglected it, I clean my room for a place to rest, so I won't have to think about it. I could care less, no one will see it. I clean it so I can put my clothes away. The doorbell rings once. It is UPS. They begin me a package, a large package, filled with a string of plastic bags and my photo supplies. I rejoice, now I can begin collecting objects to bring to school with me. I still plan on buying paint. I am also waiting for my work to call. I should be busy for a while hopefully. I'll take my time. 050328 ... LS I don't have any anymore. 050523 what's it to you? who go blather from