duncan:
>Lyric alert. I'd offer it to that nice, sensitive Counting Crows dude with
>the tres chic dreds.

i'd know more how to feel about that if i'd ever heard counting crows. as
it is, i never even heard alanis until about a month ago when -somebody-
had it on the tapedeck in, ahem, somebody's car.

never heard sheryl crow either. or watched and entire episode of party
of five all the way through. don't even know the names of the brady bunch
and that was in -my- time.

as it is: lyric disclaimer. faux poetry is offered for the purposes of
uneditted, off-the-cuff, and absolute crap only. any other use is at the
risk of one's own stupidity. 3.2.3 makes no warranty, express or implied,
nor is responsible for loss of wages or property, due to the use, sale,
or trade or faux poetry. if you want considered verse, suitable for
soul-searching or feeling like uberman or whatever, check out t.s. eliot
or that ezra pound dude. eloquence is for fascists, grad students, and
mall developers.

more as it were, just some stuff that was bothering me about whether to
buy adf tickets this year if there's a possibility of thinking about moving
away from the area next year and just how dismal such musings are to me,.
as though if i saw the words on the screen, they would tell me something i'd
want to see or not. no such luck. life in deed is banal, without the grand
-or- grandness, just grandiosity.

pardon, i'm starting to sound like as faux-dejected as gary. ( :-), gary, :-) )

3.2.3

p.s. to gary - when somethings going on with gumption, send -me- the mail
about it and -i'll- make the spam! fuck 'em if they can't take a joke.