God Bless Amattica.
Last night we watched a little coming-of-age love story called "My Summer of Love". It was filled with angst, lust, violence, betrayal, and fucking gorgeous cinematography.
The English countryside is phenomenally beautiful. I really want a house there. Please. Can we move Ammatica over to Scotland?
In addition to getting up at the crack of dawn and milking cows, feeding the pigs and horses, shoveling hay, and plowning, I hope on our days off (3) we have a strict exercise regimen. I've not worked out in 4 months, and feel the winter pounds weighing me down. Plus I work in an office during the week and drink and smoke all weekend. My life is very sedentary.
Thank god that will all change once I move to Amattica.
He swims. He gnaws. He builds dams. He moves us with his intelligence and grace. He is the Wily Beaver. And he is here to INTUBATE us all.
Monday, January 23, 2006
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
Castoreum
Animal scent markings are notorious for smelling terrible. But castoreum is different. It has a musky smell that some people describe as van...
-
We are a couple of poets. It is so romantic.
-
Cyborg Liberation Front Inside the Movement for Posthuman Rights Village Voice | August 5, 2003 by Erik Baard Once out of nature I shall nev...
-
Who is the Wily Beaver? To know the Wily Beaver we must first understand beavers themselves. Beavers are North America's largest rode...
No comments:
Post a Comment