8:112) chris abraham 02-FEB-98 16:56

the word hate. it is a nice word to say. its the strong tee at the end, its an ending word. its a word with commitment. its both a child's word and a word that no amount of maturity or wisdom can erase. a blade of grass is stronger than the oak, for the oak breaks under the storm whereas the grass bends to the winds. the grass is stronger. in the short run, might makes right; to the vistor goes the spoils. although, didn't gandhi topple an empire and send the brits a-packin'? my pager sends me notes, one of which states that the autralians want to kick queen elizabeth on her ear. and, "genius is 1% inspiration and 99% perspiration." tomas edison was a real prick, what a liar. what a wanky american positivist! i am a watermelon: green on the outside, red on the inside and the pits, man! a woman who barely remembers me send me words. she loved my friend, she loved my freind, she loved my friend. she loved my friends, either love or lust but remembers me only vaguely. only as a memory. i told her she has always been in my fantasies -- even still -- but i barely remember what she looks like, and what i do remember: the curved young body, the quick-bounded step, the red lips, the high cheeks, the trundling brown hair, the small feet, the narrow waiste, and the smooth talent and bright eyes -- may be infected by other models, other women, oblique faces, taught bodies, round buttocks, brighter eyes, smoother calves, actresses from merchant ivory films, women from victoria's secret (laetitia casta, whomever), people in the magazines, on the television. easily saying, "doesn't she look like A?" "Chris, if she looked like A, I wouldn't have broken up with her/I would have taken her and never let go!" Hmmm.