full of moxie and viscosity

I was feeling really low today. Several reasons. Funny how a blog is, you can't exactly post absolutely everything you want to post. Kind of like the novel. I have to clip out certain things because they'll be hurtful or because they're unnecessary enough to exclude for the sake of ease. Anyway, feeling low today because of a person.

I went through old emails. Copy-pasted a bunch of them. I'm looking to piece them together into a new segment for the book. I can't tell you how great it felt. And then I posted all of my "completed" stories onto a new webpage that is called www.angelfire.com/fang/wong which is basically the best name for a website EVER, in the entire world. I got a lot of responses to my Stimulate Me blog and my Stimulate Me bulletin board post on Friendster (if you aren't on Friendster get on it. You're seriously missing out.) I feel stimulated. I feel loved. I feel happy that it's raining.

I want to go to Philadelphia and take mind drugs like Micah gives me. Weird drugs, like, thoughts instead of pills. Sentences instead of pipes. I want to go there and see Micah and have him tell me about how his skin is on strings coming out from the walls and that his desk is a world. He's completely right, you know. Skin and masks and worlds. Everything's sliding around today. Low to high, used to user, played to player, hypnotized to hypnotist, fighter to lover. Slipslipslipslip.