this is exactly what i mean

with every unanticipated dipole fission all teeters again (keep the incisor dangling from its nervestring)

p.s. the ownership society will close at 7p.m. on the night before thanksgiving.

set to autoneuter and abandon

i'm done for a long long time

unconsciously continuing construction of contiguous narrative(s)

i guess you could divine the reasons for my silence

remind me to

write it down

An Email from Scott Brancato (Not from Rob Bellinger)

From: scbrancato@________.com

Subject: The Happy Recap

Date: November 3, 2004 12:02:47 PM EST

To my fellow Republicans: Congratulations. We did it, and now we don't have to listen to the liberals anymore. Let them take to the streets, let them carry their signs, let them cry about votes not being counted and whine about allies lost. Let them make their movies, distort the media, and pontificate from the Hollywood hills. Let them lie about drafts, voter suppression, and secret plans to steal Social Security. Let Springsteen sing, let Al Franken smirk, let Michael Moore eat. None of it matters. We have the Presidency, the Senate, the House, and the Fox News Channel. They have nothing, not even their own Minority Leader. We win.
 

To the liberals: I wish I could say that, like your hero, I feel your pain. But I don't. That does not mean, however, that I won't offer my sympathy. Each of you will be receiving a consolation basket filled with the following: 

- The deluxe Fahrenheit 9/11 boxed set, complete with behind-the-scenes footage, never-before-seen interviews, and a ham sandwich autographed (and half-eaten) by director Michael Moore.


- A signed John Edwards comb.


- 15 bottles of Heinz, enough ketchup to fill even Teresa's big mouth.


- A draft card.


- A race card.


- One share of stock in Halliburton.


- A limited edition "John Kerry: Vietnam Hero" action figure, complete with remote-controlled Swift Boat and "Christmas in Cambodia" playset. (Band-aids and Purple Hearts for self-inflicted shrapnel wounds sold seperately.)

Enjoy!

But to be honest, as much as I hate the man, Michael Moore was right about one thing: Kerry, Edwards and Mr. Moore himself are today a bunch of...

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LOSERS!!!

God bless you all, and God bless America.

McCain/Giuliani '08,  


Scott

They Call It Stormy Monday

Started fine. I shared a smoothie and a cigarette with the abster, early in the mornin'. Then, hell. Despite being invited to a faculty election party and hearing that August Kleinzahler was reading there on Thursday, MIT was not a fun place to work. I tried frantically to control myself and then to write on my lunch break, and nothing worked. I got nowhere, in any context. Eventually I went home and tried to make guacamole. I stabbed myself while pitting an avocado, putting a 1.5" gash in my left hand. Straight through all of the skin. All of it. I wasted a white t-shirt stopping the bleeding and then I filled the gash with rubbing alcohol. zing. Roommate James crazy glued it shut. Then I made the best guacamole I've made yet.

It's the second night of seasonal disafective disorder season. Time to buy bandages and wander the streets until my phone rings. Again, I am a very simple person.