Damian

jason from fearsome piratesent me this one line email : < br>
forgive him

and i was confused, until i read my blog and realized what i posted about my father

i have forgiven him, but have not told him that. does this mean i havent ?

i dont know what to think, but it does feel good to think people read this thing.

i have decided against continuing at the university of alberta. i did very well on my S.A.Ts and have applied to several schools in the states, i am going to the twin citices in december to follow up. i have also applied to calgary to take english, lethbridge for art history, simon fraser for film studies and brandon for education. i cannot deal with the game playing that infects the university. i cannot stomach the long knives disembowlling religious studies,film studies and interdiscpinary programs. kristin was supposed to get ahold of me re: smog and pitchfork and it aint happening, my peice for freaky trigger seems in dry dock. i had two assignments for the gateway i let drop and im feeling itensely depressed lately, like i should chuck it all and study a trade or something.

my father told me today he was a bad father. he was. what do i tell him.

sort of dont have a comp, using the uni machines or friends machines. have things due with pitchfork and gateway.

been working on a massive response to an 8 page goldbrath poem.

went to an lds wedding today. roast beef seems to be the theme. 6 people asked me when i will settle down with a nice girl dont eveb have a nice boy

forgot danielles url so if shes reading this- let me now

talked to daniel for an hour and a half about things, and he says he read this so i have to be more digilent on keeping my peeps informed.

interesting shit on pyschogeography.

i just went to blockbuster to see if they had any liz taylor movies . they had 8 copies of patch adams
they had no liz taylor movies.

larry rivers died last night.

nyt register, its free.

pamela de barres was running thru heathrow, trying to make an appointment. she had 3 plaster cocks in her bag, two well hidden one not. she was afraid of getting caught with obscene objects so sidelined into a washroom, stuffed one up her kegel strenghtened cunt and sailed thru customs

sea lions escaped from the prauge zoo due to flooding, just swam away.

I am preparing a paper for publication. It is a year long process and i am not even sure it will happen-but my classics prof thinks im good enough.

i have been feeling in the last few months like an adolescent. i am shedding my old life and painfully emerging into some thing else.
To prove my point, last night i had a wet dream. I didnt even have those when i was 14, though i havent wanked in a week and a half.

Oh and my classics prof got her doctorate on friday.

YEAH LISA.

I have spent 28 out of the last 36 hours at the folk fest, writing it up for the university paper.
There are 90 pages of notes written in my cryptic scrawl, some times with a bit of short hand thrown in for conveince. It's going to be a herculean task to sort out what of my writing is good, take my interviews and notes on the music and musing on the scene , but there will have to be a 500 word summary and it will happen.

i was hanging with my buddy at his record store and some one who i took a film class came in
and i hadnt seen this guy in months and i wrote some poetry about him
that was submitted to some queer or erotic journals
so we talked for half an hour and then he offered me a ride to class
and i constructed him as a fiction
and he wasnt

dirty

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