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Pictures chosen for sheer coolness:)
Noise and Sound kissed off
with sexy, soft jazz
squeezing drops of romance
from the crystal air.
A beautiful woman
whose face curved into
the shape of her hair
Sighing softly
at the sound of her breath
that brushed by
rustling the edges
of the world.
-by Sony (written circa 1998)
Weirdly still around on the net on this website (discovered by Joemon).
100 emails in 4 days to the familia!
A landmark has been achieved. 100 emails were sent this past week. The subject? “Cranberry Chutney Rocked my lunch break” started by me–the 100th email was cat-girl. It should be noted that only six emails had anything even remotely to do with Cranberrys or Chutneys or lunch breaks. What does this say about us? We check our email atleast 30 times a day, on the hour every hour. None of us “edit the subject”. Here is a brief script of all the topics discussed in the 100 emails. Dont ask Y, for Y is only a crooked letter:)
-For lunch, I had a pretty mediocre sandwich made of soy nuggets, and this corn/bean/spinach/tomato sauce thing I made. But then I had some cranberry chutney with it, and it is d e l i c i o u s !! yummmyy in my tummy!! Trader Joe’s, people..Trader Joe’s… –sony-fishhhhhhhhhh is meat. ur name will be “sinner tommy” plus leena said that tuna contain mercury and u aint supposed to eat it. We dont even let nikki eat tuna bcoz it contains mercury. –jommy
-hahhahah i read it its funny sony every one should call each other gandu and spread the love don’t ya think? what turnip truck did you fall off… hahhahha foooooooooooooooooooooool –cat girl
-made my day too.. thanks sony ..and ofocurse thanks”Saale” ji. Now sony don’t ask me what the meaning ofSaale is .. i am sure joemon has a LOTR version ofthat too..–P-man
-there’s a dog named lucky who lives close to us and benny always pees on lucky’s fence…so this morning lucky was around when benny peed on the fence and lucky came and licked benny’s pee off the fence. my benny has got some tasty urine!!!–cat-girl
-did you all see 20/20 on friday..it was abt germs abt people actually thought dog has the cleanest saliva hjehe–joemon
-downloaded the Windows 2003 that jommy sent…I lovethe rar files..they are so tiny…The download tookseconds(I though it would take atleast 15 mins)..thenunzipped with 7-zip awesome!..all within 1 minute.Ofcourse Hail Jommy for leading an extereme life inthe seediest parts of the Internet and brining us thefruits of his labor
–Dommer
This is a good chat session with Jommy. There is the waxing of philosophy to behold:)
Half naked trees caught in the cold
shivering away its sun set colors
laying a path of gold and yellow
for magical stories to unfold –Cat girl 11/05
Say Yeahh!! **crowds…say yeahhh***
Okay Whatever.
Big Weekend this weekend. Joemon‘s moving into his new home. July 4th is going down. And it’s a beautiful weekend (weather-wise) in DC!
So how do you bring auspicious joy and good cheer in your new home? Here’s some advice from Tommy:
Do the following:
1. Warm Milk (It must be whole milk – none of these 1% 2% milk..oh yeah it must be cow milk not goat, dog or human. You can substitute cat milk in emergency)
2. Drink it slowly and carefully. (Milk may be too hot)
3. Pray that all booths(Chegathans) from the house go away to the neighbours house.
4. Clean up the area and do the dishes.
End of Ceremony. Total time expected: 20 minutes
I have heard your story
a billion times
Jack is mean
and jill makes you cry
You thought humpty
was your friend
and dumpty was too
your mother makes you mad
your father makes you weep
you wish you had money
you wish you had a dog
I have heard your story
a billion times
I’ll listen to it for another billion
about jack and jill
about humpty and dumpty
about your father and mother
and money and dog
because that’s your story
Riding high on shame
tonight I come to your door
I forgot your name that night
I forgot my name that night
head hung low,
spinal decapitation on the horizon
How did i get here
I don’t remember
Where do I want to go
I don’t know
I wish I wasn’t here
at your door steps
hoping the flowers
will bloom the love
reminding you of
our slow dance
the flickering of our hearts
the melting of our souls
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