Wednesday, November 02, 2005

the radiating hum of sleep after a

sleepless night.

6 comments:

neal said...

thats not the kind of thing you can complain about, if the reason is what you said.
so again, fuck you. and your untouchable face and fuck you, for existing in the first place. Now who am I, that should be blinded for your touch? Now who am I, bet ya can't even tell me that much. now who am I? can somebody tell me that? who am I...?
That last section had nothing to do with hilary, just went off, and i'm leaving it.
any way, at least some are doing good things.
as for tuesday... still haven't come up with anything, although likely some configuration of movie and food.

Hilary said...

I assure you that my face remains as untouchable as ever. :> And I'm leaving our plans for next week entirely up to you.

Hilary said...

And fuck you for eating Rangoli with Dave without me and sending me a text message about it! You should NEVER be allowed to have a camera phone. Christ. I can just imagine being paged by a gulab jamun in the middle of teaching.

Hilary

neal said...

hahahaha.
truly that middle bit of that email is a song lyric, and an allusion to something else, but explain somthing unexplained elsewhere.
also it is talking about somebody else and has realy and truly nothing to do with you hily. absolutely other than that you've made me think of them.

Anonymous said...

It's actually, "who am I, that I should be VYING for your touch." Just FYI. :)

neal said...

hil other, you are sweet and of course correct, however as music as in interactive art, a reception and what not sort of john berger interactive, my 'hearing' is mine, and valid... lol english majors, i like bending songs to mean what i want... I'm selfish like that.
but do you get where it fits in on this blog?