innerviews_paste_and_everdumbening frAnk the two of you meeting in the flesh is no doubt a monumental event in blather history. please tell us about it. 020711 ... paste! yeah, i wish i could change the past, make all those scary chance 'meetings in the flesh' just disappear, erase all recollection of those nightmarish encounters...but...whoa is me, brah! he's such a rapist. yet dumby has his head on straight and although we haven't instigated the preliminaries for an underground revolution, thrown canteloupe at mayors or knocked up a group of rebel cheerleaders in a contraband orgy of death this week, 'cause he's a workaholic and shit, the times have been true and grand. nor have we had a chance to get seriously wasted and just rant the night away, but a few of our conversations thus far have been rather keen and i'll have a chance to reflect on them shortly as i dally off into other regionals. his spirit is through the roof. he can cook like a motherfucker too. he made this asian cucumber, brown vinegar, sesame oil, red pepper flake snack that kicked much ass. the simplicity was key; straight from the garden. taught me the use of chopsticks too. he's gonna make this sea glass fish plate art skypanel for the upcoming burning man; we terrorized the beach a few days ago collecting pieces for it. i can't wait to see pics of how it turns out! all in all, it's been fairly chill. i've walked around berkeley alot since i've been here and it's a wonderful place. lots of incredible auras, restaurants, bookstores and crazy people, all that i need. i would definetly consider moving here someday as soon as i figure myself out a little bit more (re: finishin' college, career, goals, dreams, whathaveyous). and although he's such a consistent (and notorious!) ass-rapist, he does it tenderly, which always makes a difference, ya know? 020711 ... ever dumbening i don't know what any of this means, but i like pop tartrates. yes, inviting a cereal (and tumbler, and rare imported german chocolate, and capri sun, and plastic coaster) killer into one's house is a risky preposition (for, definitely of, not on). paste! has permanently stained my gyri and sulci. phineas gage was a more fortunate ablation study victim than i. i think one of the coolest things was actually sitting in front of this damn blue screen together and reading and typing and laughing our fucking asses off at our own (and certainly other's) stupidity. watching the drugless junky spew his rosetta_stoner lava chunks as they climb from the cellar of his addled brain was a pleasure. i would walk out of the room and come back and he would be reciting the epistolary banter of our friends lopo (lacky) and shitz (yes, the allocator). it's actually really cool to hear him read his own shit. plef* (verbalize the star--who'da thunkit?) indeed, our late night ramblings were cut short by work and lingering assertions of picornaviruses. we had time to slice open the fruits a bit though. a beginning. beginnings and transitions. the rains and the alkali desert call us. incidentally, paste! wants me to let all the blather ladies know that he's a righteous babe and that he, like leon phelps, has a mighty wang... "oh, that sounds real good." silly little man. 020711 ... impressed phil (phew, that was intense) 020711 ... yummysquintpins I thoroughly enjoyed this... i was almost dying to hear somebody's veiws on the physical paste! ...see....what...hes...like.... yummmmm.... 020712 what's it to you? who go blather from