I haven’t posted anything here in a while, so I composed this somewhat dadaistic poem below from the subject lines of the spam in my inbox:
Wanna check it out?
The so systemic,
Was a revision
On deficit;Got her broown with highhard
Do accordance;
The is stolen
His highlight;Time is now,
Spout means no mess pouring!
You see, there’s a big gap where the vocabulary of the sexes is divided. Because if it sounds to good to be true guys, it is.
C’mon. She wanted a facial!
My mother is totally convinced that I am gay. My gay friends just laughs at me.
But I do like musicals. I appreciate Madonna and Kylie Minouge. I do use products. I can cook and I did wish for a KitchenAid as present. Well, maybe I don’t dress that neatly. But then I haven’t spent 20 years in the closet.
I guess you could say that I’m gay the same way Madonna is jewish.
They say, that when you eat chocolate you essentially experience the same feelings like when you’re in love. They also tell you that sneezing is just like having a miniature orgasm. So I recon that sneezing while eating lots of chocolate may count as pretty safe sex.
This is the full table of contents for an unfinished of a book I wrote back in 1999 on the topic of motion control.
This is an unfinished draft for a book I wrote back in 1999 on the topic of motion control. This is the final and minimal part, just as it was written and with… well, “gaps” some might call it (I told you it was unfinished).