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Saturday, July 27, 2002 Lip Sinking 
It starts off sounding like a day in the life of your typical suburban
soccer mom, but then: the horror, the horror!
Halley's latest post is worthy of the New Yorker.
No, I take that back. It's worthy of
Boy's Life, a much more professionally edited publication. Never mind
all that. Just trust me. Don't be drinking anything when you get to the
final graf.
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Tuesday, July 23, 2002 Shame About It 
Bad news. RageBoy
has been diagnosed as having a rare combination of facial disintegration and dementia praecox. The prognosis is
not good. You can send your condolences here.
7:06 PM | link |
hope you guess my name but what's puzzling you is the nature of my game 3:08 PM | link |
Know Your World! The Secret Diagrams 1 + 2 One of my Valued Spies sent me this link tonight. As the author says he must pay when people download these fucking fantastically excellent diagrams, I've hosted them on rageboy.com to defray his costs. Or some such shit. You figure it out. The little pictures link to bigger pictures. Perhaps you have seen this keen technique used elsewhere on the web.
Click on Secret Diagram 1
Click on Secret Diagram 2
"What you should know about me: 1:31 AM | link |
Monday, July 22, 2002 Turner Twigs to Sub Rosa Cabal 
special message to AKMA: I said, Hey! You! Get off of my cloud...else I'm a do a Borgesian hermeneutics number on yo ass! 6:57 PM | link |
How Many of Us Are There?  You are a Christopher Locke. You enjoy writing while stoned to get across your psychedelic dreams which hopefully insult as many people as possible. You probably have "fuzknozzle" shaved into the back of your scalp. Take the What Blogging Archetype Are You test at GAZM.org 12:06 PM | link |
Oh, that magic feeling One sweet dreamI haven't written anything for a while. I know. People keep reminding me. It's cooling off tonight. Coming up on the full moon. Raining a little. I have a cold. Hit me real bad today, so I'm taking drugs for it. Tylenol, Alka Seltzer Plus, Oxycodone (in analgesic potency, oxycodone is comparable to morphine), Atavan, Trazadone, Ambien, Paxil, along with massive amounts of potent multivitamins, anti-oxidants, espresso and cigarettes. I have found this an effective combination in that I no longer care that I have a cold. I did fall asleep for a while trying to read P.T. Deuterman's Zero Option . Book slid right out of my hand and bonked onto the floor. It's pretty good. Army guys, DOD, FBI, nerve gas, lotsa running around with guns and shit. I read Hunting Season last week and it was just the right thing for a convalescing mental case such as myself. I've been lying on my couch with the air conditioner running for about five weeks now. I stop reading to get food occasionally, make more coffee, take more drugs, and call Halley. Yesterday we talked for six hours. She is not available in the night, so I send these increasingly weird v-mails. Tonight I described my early youth on a planet orbiting Alpha Centauri, and sang an improvisational song about the moon. The lyrics went: "the moon" (repeat till tape ends). They're just little five-minute stories. She calls them romans telephoniques . It's definitely a new form. Lots of freedom and no typing. However, you need a special kind of person to play this game with. Halley is definitely a special kind of person. She is much more far out than she sometimes seems on her blog, where she often appears as a church-going Connecticut soccer mom. It's taken me quite a few conversations to discover that she is really an exotic dancer from Tangier. Also, she just got full cable access and has become an instant broadcast junkie. She now gives me full bios of Herman Hesse, Grigori Effimovich Rasputin, Zubin Mehta and Johnny Stampinato. In short, Halley is a trip. And my best friend. My other best friend is Jeneane, who gets me laughing so hard I think I'll puke -- with stories about Uncle Daddy and Aunt Grandma, for instance, which I keep telling her she has to blog. And Queenie. Oh my god! We talked on the phone for hours almost every night while George was away in Hong Kong and Don was off tripping around China for three weeks. We also make up cool book titles. These meds are kicking in bigtime, so I'll just end this by listing last night's catch:
Any time at all 1:31 AM | link |
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"RageBoy: Giving being fucking nuts a good name since 1985." ~D. Weinberger 28 October 2004
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