BALL POINT

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Point Less:

I kept waking up and thinking "Wait! I can still feel!" as if I were coming out of anaesthesia in the middle of surgery. Of course, it was just my mouth pissed off at being cut into and scraped and poked at for 2 hours the other day, but it was more than my brain could comprehend at X am. I was too tired to take pain killers, even.

I'd hate to die twice. It's so boring. -- last words of Richard Feynman, physicist, d. 1988

I bought a CD done by ex-Prince and the new flour generation sound production dude Bobby Z with a webcam chick known as Ana Voog. Why? Hadda. It's electronic pop, the kind I would make if I were a girl with a high pitched singing voice, all other things being equal. I wanted to believe that Ana had programmed the sequencers and stuff. Rats. I still think there must be sequencer chix out there. I think Ceej did some stuff like that, but ever since she got all skinny and beautiful, she's had better things to do. (I guess.)