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some people say "disorientated" and others yet, use the word "disoriented", and webster makes since of this joggle by naming the first; another term for disorient. There are cacophonies of sound, and there are large masses of trash in the pacific, ranging in size by the mile.
a coworker says, " last night i dreamt of my grandmother. when i woke up i had a voice mail from my cousin. she said: go out and drink tequila tonight in remembrance, today is grandma Cagie's birthday."
two days after an attempted excursion into the ape caves, i spoke with a customer about his acting currier. he referred me to web address where i could read an article from thestragner, 2003 about his work. when i read this i cried. a quote from the gnostic gospels struck my curiosity. next day i asked my scholarly boss about it. she's sense loaned me two books by the religious historian, Elaine Pagels, on the subject. the gnostic gospels came out of the dead sea scrolls, which were found in a cave by a shepherd. yesterday, while making an americano for my actor friend, i told him the story. he then told me that, he promptly threw the zine i recommended into the recycling, halfway threw the first article, because they wrongly sited Jeff Buckley as the composer of Leonard Cohen's song "hallelujah"
i asked jeremy if he could quote a price on the generic single stick. he then said, he had just purchased two the night before, and they were about 80cents each. i was about to offer him some change for a cigarette, but decided not to, thinking maybe i shouldn't smoke, and that if he offered i would then, and only then, accept. i thought the whole scenario was strange and borderline manipulative, and quickly went away before much ells happened. later that night at home, after a trip with sam to goodwill, i was trying on a tan jacket for my mirror. placing my hand into the pocket i found a single stick container, no markings, and still no smoke. now i have a package of drum on my couch table and feel that my life is boring.
but not really.
a coworker says, " last night i dreamt of my grandmother. when i woke up i had a voice mail from my cousin. she said: go out and drink tequila tonight in remembrance, today is grandma Cagie's birthday."
two days after an attempted excursion into the ape caves, i spoke with a customer about his acting currier. he referred me to web address where i could read an article from thestragner, 2003 about his work. when i read this i cried. a quote from the gnostic gospels struck my curiosity. next day i asked my scholarly boss about it. she's sense loaned me two books by the religious historian, Elaine Pagels, on the subject. the gnostic gospels came out of the dead sea scrolls, which were found in a cave by a shepherd. yesterday, while making an americano for my actor friend, i told him the story. he then told me that, he promptly threw the zine i recommended into the recycling, halfway threw the first article, because they wrongly sited Jeff Buckley as the composer of Leonard Cohen's song "hallelujah"
i asked jeremy if he could quote a price on the generic single stick. he then said, he had just purchased two the night before, and they were about 80cents each. i was about to offer him some change for a cigarette, but decided not to, thinking maybe i shouldn't smoke, and that if he offered i would then, and only then, accept. i thought the whole scenario was strange and borderline manipulative, and quickly went away before much ells happened. later that night at home, after a trip with sam to goodwill, i was trying on a tan jacket for my mirror. placing my hand into the pocket i found a single stick container, no markings, and still no smoke. now i have a package of drum on my couch table and feel that my life is boring.
but not really.